Though Charles and Mary had remained at Lyme much longer after Mr and Mrs Musgrove’s going than Anne conceived they could have been at all wanted, they were yet the first of the family to be at home again; and as soon as possible after their return to Uppercross they drove over to the Lodge. They had left Louisa beginning to sit up; but her head, though clear, was exceedingly weak, and her nerves susceptible to the highest extreme of tenderness; and though she might be pronounced to be altogether doing very well, it was still impossible to say when she might be able to bear the removal home; and her father and mother, who must return in time to receive their younger children for the Christmas holidays, had hardly a hope of being allowed to bring her with them.
They had been all in lodgings together.Mrs Musgrove had got Mrs Harville’s children away as much as she could,every possible supply from Uppercross had been furnished,to lighten the inconvenience to the Harvilles,while the Harvilles had been wanting them to come to dinner every day;and in short, it seemed to have been only a struggle on each side as to which should be most disinterested and hospitable.
Mary had had her evils; but upon the whole,as was evident by her staying so long,she had found more to enjoy than to suffer.Charles Hayter had been at Lyme oftener than suited her;and when they dined with the Harvilles there had been only a maid-servant to wait, and at first Mrs Harville had always given Mrs Musgrove precedence; but then, she had received so very handsome an apology from her on finding out whose daughter she was, and there had been so much going on every day, there had been so many walks between their lodgings and the Harvilles, and she had got books from the library, and changed them so often, that the balance had certainly been much in favour of Lyme. She had been taken to Charmouth too, and she had bathed, and she had gone to church, and there were a great many more people to look at in the church at Lyme than at Uppercross; and all this, joined to the sense of being so very useful, had made really an agreeable fortnight.
Anne enquired after Captain Benwick.Mary’s face was clouded directly. Charles laughed.
“Oh!Captain Benwick is very well, I believe,but he is a very odd young man.I do not know what he would be at.We asked him to come home with us for a day or two:Charles undertook to give him some shooting,and he seemed quite delighted, and, for my part,I thought it was all settled; when behold!on Tuesday night, he made a very awkward sort of excuse;‘he never shot’ and he had ‘been quite misunderstood,’ and he had promised this and he had promised that,and the end of it was, I found,that he did not mean to come.I suppose he was afraid of finding it dull;but upon my word I should have thought we were lively enough at the Cottage for such a heart-broken man as Captain Benwick.”
Charles laughed again and said, “Now Mary,you know very well how it really was.It was all your doing,” (turning to Anne).“He fancied that if he went with us,he should find you close by:he fancied everybody to be living in Uppercross;and when he discovered that Lady Russell lived three miles off,his heart failed him, and he had not courage to come.That is the fact, upon my honour. Mary knows it is.”
But Mary did not give into it very graciously,whether from not considering Captain Benwick entitled by birth and situation to be in love with an Elliot, or from not wanting to believe Anne a greater attraction to Uppercross than herself, must be left to be guessed. Anne’s good-will, however, was not to be lessened by what she heard. She boldly acknowledged herself flattered, and continued her enquiries.
“Oh!he talks of you,” cried Charles,“in such terms—” Mary interrupted him. “I declare,Charles, I never heard him mention Anne twice all the time I was there.I declare, Anne, he never talks of you at all.”
“No,” admitted Charles,“I do not know that he ever does, in a general way;but however, it is a very clear thing that he admires you exceedingly.His head is full of some books that he is reading upon your recommendation,and he wants to talk to you about them;he has found out something or other in one of them which he thinks—oh!I cannot pretend to remember it,but it was something very fine—I overheard him telling Henrietta all about it;and then ‘Miss Elliot’ was spoken of in the highest terms!Now Mary, I declare it was so, I heard it myself,and you were in the other room. ‘Elegance, sweetness, beauty.’ Oh!there was no end of Miss Elliot’s charms.”
“And I am sure,” cried Mary, warmly,“it was a very little to his credit, if he did.Miss Harville only died last June.Such a heart is very little worth having; is it, Lady Russell?I am sure you will agree with me.”
“I must see Captain Benwick before I decide,” said Lady Russell, smiling.
“And that you are very likely to do very soon,I can tell you, ma’am,” said Charles.“Though he had not nerves for coming away with us,and setting off again afterwards to pay a formal visit here,he will make his way over to Kellynch one day by himself,you may depend on it.I told him the distance and the road,and I told him of the church’s being so very well worth seeing;for as he has a taste for those sort of things,I thought that would be a good excuse,and he listened with all his understanding and soul;and I am sure from his manner that you will have him calling here soon.So, I give you notice, Lady Russell.”
“Any acquaintance of Anne’s will always be welcome to me,” was Lady Russell’s kind answer.
“Oh!as to being Anne’s acquaintance,” said Mary,“I think he is rather my acquaintance,for I have been seeing him every day this last fortnight. ”
“Well, as your joint acquaintance, then,I shall be very happy to see Captain Benwick.”
“You will not find anything very agreeable in him,I assure you, ma’am.He is one of the dullest young men that ever lived.He has walked with me, sometimes,from one end of the sands to the other,without saying a word.He is not at all a well-bred young man.I am sure you will not like him.”
“There we differ, Mary,” said Anne.“I think Lady Russell would like him.I think she would be so much pleased with his mind,that she would very soon see no deficiency in his manner. ”
“So do I, Anne,” said Charles.“I am sure Lady Russell would like him.He is just Lady Russell’s sort. Give him a book,and he will read all day long.”
“Yes, that he will!” exclaimed Mary, tauntingly.“He will sit poring over his book,and not know when a person speaks to him,or when one drops one’s scissors,or anything that happens.Do you think Lady Russell would like that?”