They did not always think alike.His value for rank and connexion she perceived was greater than hers.It was not merely complaisance,it must be a liking to the cause,which made him enter warmly into her father and sister’s solicitudes on a subject which she thought unworthy to excite them. The Bath paper one morning announced the arrival of the Dowager Viscountess Dalrymple, and her daughter, the Honourable Miss Carteret; and all the comfort of No. —, Camden Place, was swept away for many days; for the Dalrymples (in Anne’s opinion, most unfortunately) were cousins of the Elliots; and the agony was how to introduce themselves properly.
Anne had never seen her father and sister before in contact with nobility,and she must acknowledge herself disappointed.She had hoped better things from their high ideas of their own situation in life, and was reduced to form a wish which she had never foreseen; a wish that they had more pride; for “our cousins Lady Dalrymple and Miss Carteret;” “our cousins, the Dalrymples,” sounded in her ears all day long.
Sir Walter had once been in company with the late viscount,but had never seen any of the rest of the family;and the difficulties of the case arose from there having been a suspension of all intercourse by letters of ceremony, ever since the death of that said late viscount, when, in consequence of a dangerous illness of Sir Walter’s at the same time, there had been an unlucky omission at Kellynch. No letter of condolence had been sent to Ireland. The neglect had been visited on the head of the sinner; for when poor Lady Elliot died herself, no letter of condolence was received at Kellynch, and, consequently, there was but too much reason to apprehend that the Dalrymples considered the relationship as closed. How to have this anxious business set to rights, and be admitted as cousins again, was the question: and it was a question which, in a more rational manner, neither Lady Russell nor Mr Elliot thought unimportant. “Family connexions were always worth preserving, good company always worth seeking; Lady Dalrymple had taken a house, for three months, in Laura Place, and would be living in style. She had been at Bath the year before, and Lady Russell had heard her spoken of as a charming woman. It was very desirable that the connexion should be renewed, if it could be done, without any compromise of propriety on the side of the Elliots.”
Sir Walter, however, would choose his own means,and at last wrote a very fine letter of ample explanation,regret, and entreaty, to his right honourable cousin.Neither Lady Russell nor Mr Elliot could admire the letter;but it did all that was wanted,in bringing three lines of scrawl from the Dowager Viscountess.“She was very much honoured,and should be happy in their acquaintance.” The toils of the business were over, the sweets began.They visited in Laura Place,they had the cards of Dowager Viscountess Dalrymple,and the Honourable Miss Carteret,to be arranged wherever they might be most visible:and “Our cousins in Laura Place,”—“Our cousin,Lady Dalrymple and Miss Carteret,” were talked of to everybody.
Anne was ashamed. Had Lady Dalrymple and her daughter even been very agreeable,she would still have been ashamed of the agitation they created,but they were nothing.There was no superiority of manner, accomplishment,or understanding. Lady Dalrymple had acquired the name of “a charming woman,” because she had a smile and a civil answer for everybody.Miss Carteret, with still less to say,was so plain and so awkward,that she would never have been tolerated in Camden Place but for her birth.
Lady Russell confessed she had expected something better;but yet “it was an acquaintance worth having;” and when Anne ventured to speak her opinion of them to Mr Elliot,he agreed to their being nothing in themselves,but still maintained that, as a family connexion,as good company, as those who would collect good company around them,they had their value. Anne smiled and said,
“My idea of good company, Mr Elliot,is the company of clever, well-informed people,who have a great deal of conversation;that is what I call good company.”
“You are mistaken,” said he gently,“that is not good company; that is the best.Good company requires only birth, education,and manners, and with regard to education is not very nice.Birth and good manners are essential;but a little learning is by no means a dangerous thing in good company;on the contrary, it will do very well.My cousin Anne shakes her head. She is not satisfied.She is fastidious. My dear cousin” (sitting down by her),“you have a better right to be fastidious than almost any other woman I know; but will it answer?Will it make you happy?Will it not be wiser to accept the society of those good ladies in Laura Place,and enjoy all the advantages of the connexion as far as possible?You may depend upon it,that they will move in the first set in Bath this winter,and as rank is rank,your being known to be related to them will have its use in fixing your family (our family let me say) in that degree of consideration which we must all wish for.”
“Yes,” sighed Anne, “we shall, indeed,be known to be related to them!” then recollecting herself,and not wishing to be answered, she added,“I certainly do think there has been by far too much trouble taken to procure the acquaintance. I suppose” (smiling) “I have more pride than any of you; but I confess it does vex me, that we should be so solicitous to have the relationship acknowledged, which we may be very sure is a matter of perfect indifference to them.”
“Pardon me, dear cousin,you are unjust in your own claims. In London, perhaps,in your present quiet style of living,it might be as you say: but in Bath;Sir Walter Elliot and his family will always be worth knowing:always acceptable as acquaintance.”
“Well,” said Anne, “I certainly am proud,too proud to enjoy a welcome which depends so entirely upon place. ”
“I love your indignation,” said he; “it is very natural.But here you are in Bath,and the object is to be established here with all the credit and dignity which ought to belong to Sir Walter Elliot. You talk of being proud; I am called proud, I know, and I shall not wish to believe myself otherwise; for our pride, if investigated, would have the same object, I have no doubt, though the kind may seem a little different. In one point, I am sure, my dear cousin,” (he continued, speaking lower, though there was no one else in the room) “in one point, I am sure, we must feel alike. We must feel that every addition to your father’s society, among his equals or superiors, may be of use in diverting his thoughts from those who are beneath him.”
He looked, as he spoke,to the seat which Mrs Clay had been lately occupying:a sufficient explanation of what he particularly meant;and though Anne could not believe in their having the same sort of pride,she was pleased with him for not liking Mrs Clay;and her conscience admitted that his wishing to promote her father’s getting great acquaintance was more than excusable in the view of defeating her.
CHAPTER XVII.
While Sir Walter and Elizabeth were assiduously pushing their good fortune in Laura Place, Anne was renewing an acquaintance of a very different description.