CHAPTER XXV

The intercourse of the two families was at this period more nearly

restored to what it had been in the autumn, than any member of the

old intimacy had thought ever likely to be again. The return of Henry

Crawford, and the arrival of William Price, had much to do with it,

but much was still owing to Sir Thomas's more than toleration of the

neighbourly attempts at the Parsonage. His mind, now disengaged from

the cares which had pressed on him at first, was at leisure to find

the Grants and their young inmates really worth visiting; and though

infinitely above scheming or contriving for any the most advantageous

matrimonial establishment that could be among the apparent possibilities

of any one most dear to him, and disdaining even as a littleness the

being quick-sighted on such points, he could not avoid perceiving, in

a grand and careless way, that Mr. Crawford was somewhat distinguishing

his niece--nor perhaps refrain (though unconsciously) from giving a more

willing assent to invitations on that account.

His readiness, however, in agreeing to dine at the Parsonage, when the

general invitation was at last hazarded, after many debates and many

doubts as to whether it were worth while, "because Sir Thomas seemed

so ill inclined, and Lady Bertram was so indolent!" proceeded from

good-breeding and goodwill alone, and had nothing to do with Mr.

Crawford, but as being one in an agreeable group: for it was in the

course of that very visit that he first began to think that any one in

the habit of such idle observations _would_ _have_ _thought_ that Mr.

Crawford was the admirer of Fanny Price.

The meeting was generally felt to be a pleasant one, being composed in a

good proportion of those who would talk and those who would listen;

and the dinner itself was elegant and plentiful, according to the usual

style of the Grants, and too much according to the usual habits of

all to raise any emotion except in Mrs. Norris, who could never behold

either the wide table or the number of dishes on it with patience, and

who did always contrive to experience some evil from the passing of the

servants behind her chair, and to bring away some fresh conviction of

its being impossible among so many dishes but that some must be cold.

In the evening it was found, according to the predetermination of Mrs.

Grant and her sister, that after making up the whist-table there would

remain sufficient for a round game, and everybody being as perfectly

complying and without a choice as on such occasions they always are,

speculation was decided on almost as soon as whist; and Lady Bertram

soon found herself in the critical situation of being applied to for her

own choice between the games, and being required either to draw a card

for whist or not. She hesitated. Luckily Sir Thomas was at hand.

"What shall I do, Sir Thomas? Whist and speculation; which will amuse me

most?"

Sir Thomas, after a moment's thought, recommended speculation. He was

a whist player himself, and perhaps might feel that it would not much

amuse him to have her for a partner.

"Very well," was her ladyship's contented answer; "then speculation, if

you please, Mrs. Grant. I know nothing about it, but Fanny must teach

me."

Here Fanny interposed, however, with anxious protestations of her own

equal ignorance; she had never played the game nor seen it played in

her life; and Lady Bertram felt a moment's indecision again; but upon

everybody's assuring her that nothing could be so easy, that it was the

easiest game on the cards, and Henry Crawford's stepping forward with a

most earnest request to be allowed to sit between her ladyship and Miss

Price, and teach them both, it was so settled; and Sir Thomas, Mrs.

Norris, and Dr. and Mrs. Grant being seated at the table of prime

intellectual state and dignity, the remaining six, under Miss Crawford's

direction, were arranged round the other. It was a fine arrangement

for Henry Crawford, who was close to Fanny, and with his hands full of

business, having two persons' cards to manage as well as his own; for

though it was impossible for Fanny not to feel herself mistress of the

rules of the game in three minutes, he had yet to inspirit her play,

sharpen her avarice, and harden her heart, which, especially in any

competition with William, was a work of some difficulty; and as for Lady

Bertram, he must continue in charge of all her fame and fortune through

the whole evening; and if quick enough to keep her from looking at her

cards when the deal began, must direct her in whatever was to be done

with them to the end of it.

He was in high spirits, doing everything with happy ease, and preeminent

in all the lively turns, quick resources, and playful impudence that

could do honour to the game; and the round table was altogether a very

comfortable contrast to the steady sobriety and orderly silence of the

other.

Twice had Sir Thomas inquired into the enjoyment and success of his

lady, but in vain; no pause was long enough for the time his measured

manner needed; and very little of her state could be known till Mrs.

Grant was able, at the end of the first rubber, to go to her and pay her

compliments.

"I hope your ladyship is pleased with the game."

"Oh dear, yes! very entertaining indeed. A very odd game. I do not know

what it is all about. I am never to see my cards; and Mr. Crawford does

all the rest."

"Bertram," said Crawford, some time afterwards, taking the opportunity

of a little languor in the game, "I have never told you what happened to

me yesterday in my ride home." They had been hunting together, and were

in the midst of a good run, and at some distance from Mansfield, when

his horse being found to have flung a shoe, Henry Crawford had been

obliged to give up, and make the best of his way back. "I told you I

lost my way after passing that old farmhouse with the yew-trees, because

I can never bear to ask; but I have not told you that, with my usual

luck--for I never do wrong without gaining by it--I found myself in due

time in the very place which I had a curiosity to see. I was suddenly,

upon turning the corner of a steepish downy field, in the midst of

a retired little village between gently rising hills; a small stream

before me to be forded, a church standing on a sort of knoll to my

right--which church was strikingly large and handsome for the place, and

not a gentleman or half a gentleman's house to be seen excepting one--to

be presumed the Parsonage--within a stone's throw of the said knoll and

church. I found myself, in short, in Thornton Lacey."

"It sounds like it," said Edmund; "but which way did you turn after

passing Sewell's farm?"

"I answer no such irrelevant and insidious questions; though were I to

answer all that you could put in the course of an hour, you would never

be able to prove that it was _not_ Thornton Lacey--for such it certainly

was."

"You inquired, then?"

"No, I never inquire. But I _told_ a man mending a hedge that it was

Thornton Lacey, and he agreed to it."

"You have a good memory. I had forgotten having ever told you half so

much of the place."

Thornton Lacey was the name of his impending living, as Miss Crawford

well knew; and her interest in a negotiation for William Price's knave

increased.

"Well," continued Edmund, "and how did you like what you saw?"

"Very much indeed. You are a lucky fellow. There will be work for five

summers at least before the place is liveable."

"No, no, not so bad as that. The farmyard must be moved, I grant you;

but I am not aware of anything else. The house is by no means bad, and

when the yard is removed, there may be a very tolerable approach to it."

"The farmyard must be cleared away entirely, and planted up to shut

out the blacksmith's shop. The house must be turned to front the east

instead of the north--the entrance and principal rooms, I mean, must be

on that side, where the view is really very pretty; I am sure it may be

done. And _there_ must be your approach, through what is at present the

garden. You must make a new garden at what is now the back of the house;

which will be giving it the best aspect in the world, sloping to the

south-east. The ground seems precisely formed for it. I rode fifty yards

up the lane, between the church and the house, in order to look about

me; and saw how it might all be. Nothing can be easier. The meadows

beyond what _will_ _be_ the garden, as well as what now _is_, sweeping

round from the lane I stood in to the north-east, that is, to the

principal road through the village, must be all laid together, of

course; very pretty meadows they are, finely sprinkled with timber. They

belong to the living, I suppose; if not, you must purchase them. Then

the stream--something must be done with the stream; but I could not

quite determine what. I had two or three ideas."

"And I have two or three ideas also," said Edmund, "and one of them is,

that very little of your plan for Thornton Lacey will ever be put in

practice. I must be satisfied with rather less ornament and beauty. I

think the house and premises may be made comfortable, and given the air

of a gentleman's residence, without any very heavy expense, and that

must suffice me; and, I hope, may suffice all who care about me."

Miss Crawford, a little suspicious and resentful of a certain tone of

voice, and a certain half-look attending the last expression of his

hope, made a hasty finish of her dealings with William Price; and

securing his knave at an exorbitant rate, exclaimed, "There, I will

stake my last like a woman of spirit. No cold prudence for me. I am not

born to sit still and do nothing. If I lose the game, it shall not be

from not striving for it."

The game was hers, and only did not pay her for what she had given

to secure it. Another deal proceeded, and Crawford began again about

Thornton Lacey.

"My plan may not be the best possible: I had not many minutes to form

it in; but you must do a good deal. The place deserves it, and you

will find yourself not satisfied with much less than it is capable of.

(Excuse me, your ladyship must not see your cards. There, let them lie

just before you.) The place deserves it, Bertram. You talk of giving it

the air of a gentleman's residence. _That_ will be done by the removal

of the farmyard; for, independent of that terrible nuisance, I never saw

a house of the kind which had in itself so much the air of a

gentleman's residence, so much the look of a something above a mere

parsonage-house--above the expenditure of a few hundreds a year. It is

not a scrambling collection of low single rooms, with as many roofs

as windows; it is not cramped into the vulgar compactness of a square

farmhouse: it is a solid, roomy, mansion-like looking house, such as

one might suppose a respectable old country family had lived in from

generation to generation, through two centuries at least, and were now

spending from two to three thousand a year in." Miss Crawford listened,

and Edmund agreed to this. "The air of a gentleman's residence,

therefore, you cannot but give it, if you do anything. But it is capable

of much more. (Let me see, Mary; Lady Bertram bids a dozen for that

queen; no, no, a dozen is more than it is worth. Lady Bertram does not

bid a dozen. She will have nothing to say to it. Go on, go on.) By some

such improvements as I have suggested (I do not really require you to

proceed upon my plan, though, by the bye, I doubt anybody's striking out

a better) you may give it a higher character. You may raise it into

a _place_. From being the mere gentleman's residence, it becomes, by

judicious improvement, the residence of a man of education, taste,

modern manners, good connexions. All this may be stamped on it; and that

house receive such an air as to make its owner be set down as the

great landholder of the parish by every creature travelling the road;

especially as there is no real squire's house to dispute the point--a

circumstance, between ourselves, to enhance the value of such a

situation in point of privilege and independence beyond all calculation.

_You_ think with me, I hope" (turning with a softened voice to Fanny).

"Have you ever seen the place?"

Fanny gave a quick negative, and tried to hide her interest in the

subject by an eager attention to her brother, who was driving as hard a

bargain, and imposing on her as much as he could; but Crawford pursued

with "No, no, you must not part with the queen. You have bought her too

dearly, and your brother does not offer half her value. No, no, sir,

hands off, hands off. Your sister does not part with the queen. She is

quite determined. The game will be yours," turning to her again; "it

will certainly be yours."

"And Fanny had much rather it were William's," said Edmund, smiling at

her. "Poor Fanny! not allowed to cheat herself as she wishes!"

"Mr. Bertram," said Miss Crawford, a few minutes afterwards, "you know

Henry to be such a capital improver, that you cannot possibly engage in

anything of the sort at Thornton Lacey without accepting his help. Only

think how useful he was at Sotherton! Only think what grand things were

produced there by our all going with him one hot day in August to drive

about the grounds, and see his genius take fire. There we went, and

there we came home again; and what was done there is not to be told!"

Fanny's eyes were turned on Crawford for a moment with an expression

more than grave--even reproachful; but on catching his, were instantly

withdrawn. With something of consciousness he shook his head at his

sister, and laughingly replied, "I cannot say there was much done at

Sotherton; but it was a hot day, and we were all walking after each

other, and bewildered." As soon as a general buzz gave him shelter, he

added, in a low voice, directed solely at Fanny, "I should be sorry to

have my powers of _planning_ judged of by the day at Sotherton. I see

things very differently now. Do not think of me as I appeared then."

Sotherton was a word to catch Mrs. Norris, and being just then in the

happy leisure which followed securing the odd trick by Sir Thomas's

capital play and her own against Dr. and Mrs. Grant's great hands,

she called out, in high good-humour, "Sotherton! Yes, that is a place,

indeed, and we had a charming day there. William, you are quite out of

luck; but the next time you come, I hope dear Mr. and Mrs. Rushworth

will be at home, and I am sure I can answer for your being kindly

received by both. Your cousins are not of a sort to forget their

relations, and Mr. Rushworth is a most amiable man. They are at Brighton

now, you know; in one of the best houses there, as Mr. Rushworth's fine

fortune gives them a right to be. I do not exactly know the distance,

but when you get back to Portsmouth, if it is not very far off, you

ought to go over and pay your respects to them; and I could send a

little parcel by you that I want to get conveyed to your cousins."

"I should be very happy, aunt; but Brighton is almost by Beachey Head;

and if I could get so far, I could not expect to be welcome in such a

smart place as that--poor scrubby midshipman as I am."

Mrs. Norris was beginning an eager assurance of the affability he might

depend on, when she was stopped by Sir Thomas's saying with authority,

"I do not advise your going to Brighton, William, as I trust you may

soon have more convenient opportunities of meeting; but my daughters

would be happy to see their cousins anywhere; and you will find Mr.

Rushworth most sincerely disposed to regard all the connexions of our

family as his own."

"I would rather find him private secretary to the First Lord than

anything else," was William's only answer, in an undervoice, not meant

to reach far, and the subject dropped.

As yet Sir Thomas had seen nothing to remark in Mr. Crawford's

behaviour; but when the whist-table broke up at the end of the second

rubber, and leaving Dr. Grant and Mrs. Norris to dispute over their last

play, he became a looker-on at the other, he found his niece the

object of attentions, or rather of professions, of a somewhat pointed

character.

Henry Crawford was in the first glow of another scheme about Thornton

Lacey; and not being able to catch Edmund's ear, was detailing it to his

fair neighbour with a look of considerable earnestness. His scheme was

to rent the house himself the following winter, that he might have a

home of his own in that neighbourhood; and it was not merely for the use

of it in the hunting-season (as he was then telling her), though _that_

consideration had certainly some weight, feeling as he did that, in

spite of all Dr. Grant's very great kindness, it was impossible for him

and his horses to be accommodated where they now were without material

inconvenience; but his attachment to that neighbourhood did not depend

upon one amusement or one season of the year: he had set his heart upon

having a something there that he could come to at any time, a little

homestall at his command, where all the holidays of his year might be

spent, and he might find himself continuing, improving, and _perfecting_

that friendship and intimacy with the Mansfield Park family which was

increasing in value to him every day. Sir Thomas heard and was not

offended. There was no want of respect in the young man's address;

and Fanny's reception of it was so proper and modest, so calm and

uninviting, that he had nothing to censure in her. She said little,

assented only here and there, and betrayed no inclination either of

appropriating any part of the compliment to herself, or of strengthening

his views in favour of Northamptonshire. Finding by whom he was

observed, Henry Crawford addressed himself on the same subject to Sir

Thomas, in a more everyday tone, but still with feeling.

"I want to be your neighbour, Sir Thomas, as you have, perhaps, heard me

telling Miss Price. May I hope for your acquiescence, and for your not

influencing your son against such a tenant?"

Sir Thomas, politely bowing, replied, "It is the only way, sir, in which

I could _not_ wish you established as a permanent neighbour; but I hope,

and believe, that Edmund will occupy his own house at Thornton Lacey.

Edmund, am I saying too much?"

Edmund, on this appeal, had first to hear what was going on; but, on

understanding the question, was at no loss for an answer.

"Certainly, sir, I have no idea but of residence. But, Crawford, though

I refuse you as a tenant, come to me as a friend. Consider the house as

half your own every winter, and we will add to the stables on your own

improved plan, and with all the improvements of your improved plan that

may occur to you this spring."

"We shall be the losers," continued Sir Thomas. "His going, though only

eight miles, will be an unwelcome contraction of our family circle; but

I should have been deeply mortified if any son of mine could reconcile

himself to doing less. It is perfectly natural that you should not have

thought much on the subject, Mr. Crawford. But a parish has wants and

claims which can be known only by a clergyman constantly resident, and

which no proxy can be capable of satisfying to the same extent. Edmund

might, in the common phrase, do the duty of Thornton, that is, he might

read prayers and preach, without giving up Mansfield Park: he might ride

over every Sunday, to a house nominally inhabited, and go through divine

service; he might be the clergyman of Thornton Lacey every seventh day,

for three or four hours, if that would content him. But it will not.

He knows that human nature needs more lessons than a weekly sermon can

convey; and that if he does not live among his parishioners, and prove

himself, by constant attention, their well-wisher and friend, he does

very little either for their good or his own."

Mr. Crawford bowed his acquiescence.

"I repeat again," added Sir Thomas, "that Thornton Lacey is the only

house in the neighbourhood in which I should _not_ be happy to wait on

Mr. Crawford as occupier."

Mr. Crawford bowed his thanks.

"Sir Thomas," said Edmund, "undoubtedly understands the duty of a parish

priest. We must hope his son may prove that _he_ knows it too."

Whatever effect Sir Thomas's little harangue might really produce on Mr.

Crawford, it raised some awkward sensations in two of the others, two

of his most attentive listeners--Miss Crawford and Fanny. One of

whom, having never before understood that Thornton was so soon and so

completely to be his home, was pondering with downcast eyes on what it

would be _not_ to see Edmund every day; and the other, startled from the

agreeable fancies she had been previously indulging on the strength of

her brother's description, no longer able, in the picture she had

been forming of a future Thornton, to shut out the church, sink the

clergyman, and see only the respectable, elegant, modernised, and

occasional residence of a man of independent fortune, was considering

Sir Thomas, with decided ill-will, as the destroyer of all this, and

suffering the more from that involuntary forbearance which his character

and manner commanded, and from not daring to relieve herself by a single

attempt at throwing ridicule on his cause.

All the agreeable of _her_ speculation was over for that hour. It was

time to have done with cards, if sermons prevailed; and she was glad to

find it necessary to come to a conclusion, and be able to refresh her

spirits by a change of place and neighbour.

The chief of the party were now collected irregularly round the

fire, and waiting the final break-up. William and Fanny were the most

detached. They remained together at the otherwise deserted card-table,

talking very comfortably, and not thinking of the rest, till some of the

rest began to think of them. Henry Crawford's chair was the first to be

given a direction towards them, and he sat silently observing them for a

few minutes; himself, in the meanwhile, observed by Sir Thomas, who was

standing in chat with Dr. Grant.

"This is the assembly night," said William. "If I were at Portsmouth I

should be at it, perhaps."

"But you do not wish yourself at Portsmouth, William?"

"No, Fanny, that I do not. I shall have enough of Portsmouth and of

dancing too, when I cannot have you. And I do not know that there would

be any good in going to the assembly, for I might not get a partner.

The Portsmouth girls turn up their noses at anybody who has not a

commission. One might as well be nothing as a midshipman. One _is_

nothing, indeed. You remember the Gregorys; they are grown up amazing

fine girls, but they will hardly speak to _me_, because Lucy is courted

by a lieutenant."

"Oh! shame, shame! But never mind it, William" (her own cheeks in a

glow of indignation as she spoke). "It is not worth minding. It is no

reflection on _you_; it is no more than what the greatest admirals have

all experienced, more or less, in their time. You must think of that,

you must try to make up your mind to it as one of the hardships which

fall to every sailor's share, like bad weather and hard living, only

with this advantage, that there will be an end to it, that there will

come a time when you will have nothing of that sort to endure. When you

are a lieutenant! only think, William, when you are a lieutenant, how

little you will care for any nonsense of this kind."

"I begin to think I shall never be a lieutenant, Fanny. Everybody gets

made but me."

"Oh! my dear William, do not talk so; do not be so desponding. My uncle

says nothing, but I am sure he will do everything in his power to get

you made. He knows, as well as you do, of what consequence it is."

She was checked by the sight of her uncle much nearer to them than she

had any suspicion of, and each found it necessary to talk of something

else.

"Are you fond of dancing, Fanny?"

"Yes, very; only I am soon tired."

"I should like to go to a ball with you and see you dance. Have you

never any balls at Northampton? I should like to see you dance, and I'd

dance with you if you _would_, for nobody would know who I was here,

and I should like to be your partner once more. We used to jump about

together many a time, did not we? when the hand-organ was in the street?

I am a pretty good dancer in my way, but I dare say you are a better."

And turning to his uncle, who was now close to them, "Is not Fanny a

very good dancer, sir?"

Fanny, in dismay at such an unprecedented question, did not know which

way to look, or how to be prepared for the answer. Some very grave

reproof, or at least the coldest expression of indifference, must be

coming to distress her brother, and sink her to the ground. But, on the

contrary, it was no worse than, "I am sorry to say that I am unable

to answer your question. I have never seen Fanny dance since she was a

little girl; but I trust we shall both think she acquits herself like

a gentlewoman when we do see her, which, perhaps, we may have an

opportunity of doing ere long."

"I have had the pleasure of seeing your sister dance, Mr. Price,"

said Henry Crawford, leaning forward, "and will engage to answer every

inquiry which you can make on the subject, to your entire satisfaction.

But I believe" (seeing Fanny looked distressed) "it must be at some

other time. There is _one_ person in company who does not like to have

Miss Price spoken of."

True enough, he had once seen Fanny dance; and it was equally true

that he would now have answered for her gliding about with quiet, light

elegance, and in admirable time; but, in fact, he could not for the life

of him recall what her dancing had been, and rather took it for granted

that she had been present than remembered anything about her.

He passed, however, for an admirer of her dancing; and Sir Thomas, by no

means displeased, prolonged the conversation on dancing in general, and

was so well engaged in describing the balls of Antigua, and listening to

what his nephew could relate of the different modes of dancing which

had fallen within his observation, that he had not heard his carriage

announced, and was first called to the knowledge of it by the bustle of

Mrs. Norris.

"Come, Fanny, Fanny, what are you about? We are going. Do not you see

your aunt is going? Quick, quick! I cannot bear to keep good old Wilcox

waiting. You should always remember the coachman and horses. My dear Sir

Thomas, we have settled it that the carriage should come back for you,

and Edmund and William."

Sir Thomas could not dissent, as it had been his own arrangement,

previously communicated to his wife and sister; but _that_ seemed

forgotten by Mrs. Norris, who must fancy that she settled it all

herself.

Fanny's last feeling in the visit was disappointment: for the shawl

which Edmund was quietly taking from the servant to bring and put round

her shoulders was seized by Mr. Crawford's quicker hand, and she was

obliged to be indebted to his more prominent attention.