Le 25 novembre 2015, 03:06 dans Humeurs • 0
Elinor now found the difference between the expectation of anunpleasant event, however certain the mind may be told to consider it,and certainty itself.
She now found, that in spite of herself, while Edward remained single, that somethingwould occur to prevent his marrying Lucy; that some resolution of hisown, some mediation of friends, or some more eligible opportunity ofestablishment for the lady, would arise to assist the happiness of all.But he was now married; and she condemned her heart for the lurkingflattery, which so much heightened the pain of the intelligence.
That he should be married soon, before (as she imagined) he could be inorders, and consequently before he could be in possession of theliving, surprised her a little at first.
But she soon saw how likelyit was that Lucy, in her self-provident care, in her haste to securehim, should overlook every thing but the risk of delay. They weremarried, married in town, and now hastening down to her uncle's. Whathad Edward felt on being within four miles from Barton, on seeing hermother's servant, on hearing Lucy's message!
They would soon, she supposed, be settled at Delaford.--Delaford,--thatplace in which so much conspired to give her an interest; which shewished to be acquainted with, and yet desired to avoid. She saw themin an instant in their parsonage-house; saw in Lucy, the active,contriving manager, uniting at once a desire of smart appearance withthe utmost frugality, and ashamed to be suspected of half hereconomical practices;--pursuing her own interest in every thought,courting the favour of Colonel Brandon, of Mrs. Jennings, and of everywealthy friend. In Edward--she knew not what she saw, nor what shewished to see;--happy or unhappy,--nothing pleased her; she turned awayher head from every sketch of him.