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<h2> CHAPTER XII </h2>
<p>Sir Thomas was to return in November, and his eldest son had duties to
call him earlier home. The approach of September brought tidings of Mr.
Bertram, first in a letter to the gamekeeper and then in a letter to
Edmund; and by the end of August he arrived himself, to be gay, agreeable,
and gallant again as occasion served, or Miss Crawford demanded; to tell
of races and Weymouth, and parties and friends, to which she might have
listened six weeks before with some interest, and altogether to give her
the fullest conviction, by the power of actual comparison, of her
preferring his younger brother.</p>
<p>It was very vexatious, and she was heartily sorry for it; but so it was;
and so far from now meaning to marry the elder, she did not even want to
attract him beyond what the simplest claims of conscious beauty required:
his lengthened absence from Mansfield, without anything but pleasure in
view, and his own will to consult, made it perfectly clear that he did not
care about her; and his indifference was so much more than equalled by her
own, that were he now to step forth the owner of Mansfield Park, the Sir
Thomas complete, which he was to be in time, she did not believe she could
accept him.</p>
<p>The season and duties which brought Mr. Bertram back to Mansfield took Mr.
Crawford into Norfolk. Everingham could not do without him in the
beginning of September. He went for a fortnight—a fortnight of such
dullness to the Miss Bertrams as ought to have put them both on their
guard, and made even Julia admit, in her jealousy of her sister, the
absolute necessity of distrusting his attentions, and wishing him not to
return; and a fortnight of sufficient leisure, in the intervals of
shooting and sleeping, to have convinced the gentleman that he ought to
keep longer away, had he been more in the habit of examining his own
motives, and of reflecting to what the indulgence of his idle vanity was
tending; but, thoughtless and selfish from prosperity and bad example, he
would not look beyond the present moment. The sisters, handsome, clever,
and encouraging, were an amusement to his sated mind; and finding nothing
in Norfolk to equal the social pleasures of Mansfield, he gladly returned
to it at the time appointed, and was welcomed thither quite as gladly by
those whom he came to trifle with further.</p>
<p>Maria, with only Mr. Rushworth to attend to her, and doomed to the
repeated details of his day's sport, good or bad, his boast of his dogs,
his jealousy of his neighbours, his doubts of their qualifications, and
his zeal after poachers, subjects which will not find their way to female
feelings without some talent on one side or some attachment on the other,
had missed Mr. Crawford grievously; and Julia, unengaged and unemployed,
felt all the right of missing him much more. Each sister believed herself
the favourite. Julia might be justified in so doing by the hints of Mrs.
Grant, inclined to credit what she wished, and Maria by the hints of Mr.
Crawford himself. Everything returned into the same channel as before his
absence; his manners being to each so animated and agreeable as to lose no
ground with either, and just stopping short of the consistence, the
steadiness, the solicitude, and the warmth which might excite general
notice.</p>
<p>Fanny was the only one of the party who found anything to dislike; but
since the day at Sotherton, she could never see Mr. Crawford with either
sister without observation, and seldom without wonder or censure; and had
her confidence in her own judgment been equal to her exercise of it in
every other respect, had she been sure that she was seeing clearly, and
judging candidly, she would probably have made some important
communications to her usual confidant. As it was, however, she only
hazarded a hint, and the hint was lost. "I am rather surprised," said she,
"that Mr. Crawford should come back again so soon, after being here so
long before, full seven weeks; for I had understood he was so very fond of
change and moving about, that I thought something would certainly occur,
when he was once gone, to take him elsewhere. He is used to much gayer
places than Mansfield."</p>
<p>"It is to his credit," was Edmund's answer; "and I dare say it gives his
sister pleasure. She does not like his unsettled habits."</p>
<p>"What a favourite he is with my cousins!"</p>
<p>"Yes, his manners to women are such as must please. Mrs. Grant, I believe,
suspects him of a preference for Julia; I have never seen much symptom of
it, but I wish it may be so. He has no faults but what a serious
attachment would remove."</p>
<p>"If Miss Bertram were not engaged," said Fanny cautiously, "I could
sometimes almost think that he admired her more than Julia."</p>
<p>"Which is, perhaps, more in favour of his liking Julia best, than you,
Fanny, may be aware; for I believe it often happens that a man, before he
has quite made up his own mind, will distinguish the sister or intimate
friend of the woman he is really thinking of more than the woman herself.
Crawford has too much sense to stay here if he found himself in any danger
from Maria; and I am not at all afraid for her, after such a proof as she
has given that her feelings are not strong."</p>
<p>Fanny supposed she must have been mistaken, and meant to think differently
in future; but with all that submission to Edmund could do, and all the
help of the coinciding looks and hints which she occasionally noticed in
some of the others, and which seemed to say that Julia was Mr. Crawford's
choice, she knew not always what to think. She was privy, one evening, to
the hopes of her aunt Norris on the subject, as well as to her feelings,
and the feelings of Mrs. Rushworth, on a point of some similarity, and
could not help wondering as she listened; and glad would she have been not
to be obliged to listen, for it was while all the other young people were
dancing, and she sitting, most unwillingly, among the chaperons at the
fire, longing for the re-entrance of her elder cousin, on whom all her own
hopes of a partner then depended. It was Fanny's first ball, though
without the preparation or splendour of many a young lady's first ball,
being the thought only of the afternoon, built on the late acquisition of
a violin player in the servants' hall, and the possibility of raising five
couple with the help of Mrs. Grant and a new intimate friend of Mr.
Bertram's just arrived on a visit. It had, however, been a very happy one
to Fanny through four dances, and she was quite grieved to be losing even
a quarter of an hour. While waiting and wishing, looking now at the
dancers and now at the door, this dialogue between the two above-mentioned
ladies was forced on her—</p>
<p>"I think, ma'am," said Mrs. Norris, her eyes directed towards Mr.
Rushworth and Maria, who were partners for the second time, "we shall see
some happy faces again now."</p>
<p>"Yes, ma'am, indeed," replied the other, with a stately simper, "there
will be some satisfaction in looking on <i>now</i>, and I think it was
rather a pity they should have been obliged to part. Young folks in their
situation should be excused complying with the common forms. I wonder my
son did not propose it."</p>
<p>"I dare say he did, ma'am. Mr. Rushworth is never remiss. But dear Maria
has such a strict sense of propriety, so much of that true delicacy which
one seldom meets with nowadays, Mrs. Rushworth—that wish of avoiding
particularity! Dear ma'am, only look at her face at this moment; how
different from what it was the two last dances!"</p>
<p>Miss Bertram did indeed look happy, her eyes were sparkling with pleasure,
and she was speaking with great animation, for Julia and her partner, Mr.
Crawford, were close to her; they were all in a cluster together. How she
had looked before, Fanny could not recollect, for she had been dancing
with Edmund herself, and had not thought about her.</p>
<p>Mrs. Norris continued, "It is quite delightful, ma'am, to see young people
so properly happy, so well suited, and so much the thing! I cannot but
think of dear Sir Thomas's delight. And what do you say, ma'am, to the
chance of another match? Mr. Rushworth has set a good example, and such
things are very catching."</p>
<p>Mrs. Rushworth, who saw nothing but her son, was quite at a loss.</p>
<p>"The couple above, ma'am. Do you see no symptoms there?"</p>
<p>"Oh dear! Miss Julia and Mr. Crawford. Yes, indeed, a very pretty match.
What is his property?"</p>
<p>"Four thousand a year."</p>
<p>"Very well. Those who have not more must be satisfied with what they have.
Four thousand a year is a pretty estate, and he seems a very genteel,
steady young man, so I hope Miss Julia will be very happy."</p>
<p>"It is not a settled thing, ma'am, yet. We only speak of it among friends.
But I have very little doubt it <i>will</i> be. He is growing extremely
particular in his attentions."</p>
<p>Fanny could listen no farther. Listening and wondering were all suspended
for a time, for Mr. Bertram was in the room again; and though feeling it
would be a great honour to be asked by him, she thought it must happen. He
came towards their little circle; but instead of asking her to dance, drew
a chair near her, and gave her an account of the present state of a sick
horse, and the opinion of the groom, from whom he had just parted. Fanny
found that it was not to be, and in the modesty of her nature immediately
felt that she had been unreasonable in expecting it. When he had told of
his horse, he took a newspaper from the table, and looking over it, said
in a languid way, "If you want to dance, Fanny, I will stand up with you."
With more than equal civility the offer was declined; she did not wish to
dance. "I am glad of it," said he, in a much brisker tone, and throwing
down the newspaper again, "for I am tired to death. I only wonder how the
good people can keep it up so long. They had need be <i>all</i> in love,
to find any amusement in such folly; and so they are, I fancy. If you look
at them you may see they are so many couple of lovers—all but Yates
and Mrs. Grant—and, between ourselves, she, poor woman, must want a
lover as much as any one of them. A desperate dull life hers must be with
the doctor," making a sly face as he spoke towards the chair of the
latter, who proving, however, to be close at his elbow, made so
instantaneous a change of expression and subject necessary, as Fanny, in
spite of everything, could hardly help laughing at. "A strange business
this in America, Dr. Grant! What is your opinion? I always come to you to
know what I am to think of public matters."</p>
<p>"My dear Tom," cried his aunt soon afterwards, "as you are not dancing, I
dare say you will have no objection to join us in a rubber; shall you?"
Then leaving her seat, and coming to him to enforce the proposal, added in
a whisper, "We want to make a table for Mrs. Rushworth, you know. Your
mother is quite anxious about it, but cannot very well spare time to sit
down herself, because of her fringe. Now, you and I and Dr. Grant will
just do; and though <i>we</i> play but half-crowns, you know, you may bet
half-guineas with <i>him</i>."</p>
<p>"I should be most happy," replied he aloud, and jumping up with alacrity,
"it would give me the greatest pleasure; but that I am this moment going
to dance." Come, Fanny, taking her hand, "do not be dawdling any longer,
or the dance will be over."</p>
<p>Fanny was led off very willingly, though it was impossible for her to feel
much gratitude towards her cousin, or distinguish, as he certainly did,
between the selfishness of another person and his own.</p>
<p>"A pretty modest request upon my word," he indignantly exclaimed as they
walked away. "To want to nail me to a card-table for the next two hours
with herself and Dr. Grant, who are always quarrelling, and that poking
old woman, who knows no more of whist than of algebra. I wish my good aunt
would be a little less busy! And to ask me in such a way too! without
ceremony, before them all, so as to leave me no possibility of refusing.
<i>That</i> is what I dislike most particularly. It raises my spleen more
than anything, to have the pretence of being asked, of being given a
choice, and at the same time addressed in such a way as to oblige one to
do the very thing, whatever it be! If I had not luckily thought of
standing up with you I could not have got out of it. It is a great deal
too bad. But when my aunt has got a fancy in her head, nothing can stop
her."</p>
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