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Tom dangerously ill, Edmund gone to attend him,...
Tom dangerously ill, Edmund gone to attend him, and
the sadly small party remaining at Mansfield, were cares to shut out
every other care, or almost every otherShe could just find selfishness
enough to wonder whether Edmund had written to Miss
Crawford before this summons came, but no sentiment dwelt long
with her that was not purely affectionate and disinterestedly anxious
Her aunt did not neglect her: she wrote again and again; they
were receiving frequent accounts from Edmund, and these accounts
were as regularly transmitted to Fanny, in the same diffuse style,
and the same medley of trusts, hopes, and fears, all following and
producing each other at haphazardIt was a sort of playing at being
frightenedThe sufferings which Lady Bertram did not see had little
power over her fancy; and she wrote very comfortably about agitation,
and anxiety, and poor invalids, till Tom was actually conveyed to
Mansfield, and her own eyes had beheld his altered appearanceThen
a letter which she had been previously preparing for Fanny was finished
in a different style, in the language of real feeling and alarm;
then she wrote as she might have spoken?He is just come, my dear
Fanny, and is taken upstairs; and I am so shocked to see him, that I do
not know what to doI am sure he has been very illPoor Tom! I am
quite grieved for him, and very much frightened, and so is Sir Thomas;
and how glad I should be if you were here to comfort meBut
Sir Thomas hopes he will be better to-morrow, and says we must
consider his rolex watches ladies journey
The real solicitude now awakened in the maternal bosom was not
soon overTom?s extreme impatience to be removed to Mansfield,
and experience those comforts of home and family which had been
little thought of in uninterrupted health, had probably induced his
being conveyed thither too early, as a return of fever came on, and
for a week he was in a more alarming state than everThey were all
very seriously frightenedLady Bertram wrote her daily terrors to
her niece, who might now be said to live upon letters, and pass all
her time between suffering from that of to-day and looking forward
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to to-morrow?sWithout any particular affection for her eldest cousin,
her tenderness of heart made her feel that she could not spare him,
and the purity of her principles added yet a keener solicitude, when
she considered how little useful, how little self-denying his life had
(apparently) been
Susan was her only companion and listener on this, as on more
common occasionsSusan was always ready to hear and to
sympathiseNobody else could be interested in so remote an evil as
illness in a family above an hundred miles off; not even MrsPrice,
beyond a brief question or two, if she saw her daughter with a letter
in her hand, and now and then the quiet observation of, ?My poor
sister Bertram must be in a great deal of trouble
So long divided and so differently situated, the ties of blood were
little more than nothingAn attachment, originally as tranquil as
their tempers, was now become a mere namePrice did quite
as 925 tiffany's necklace much for Lady Bertram as Lady Bertram would have done for
MrsThree or four Prices might have been swept away, any or
all except Fanny and William, and Lady Bertram would have thought
little about it; or perhaps might have caught from MrsNorris?s lips
the cant of its being a very happy thing and a great blessing to their
poor dear sister Price to have them so well provided for
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Mansfield Park
CHAPTER XLV
AT ABOUT THE WEEK?S END from his return to Mansfield, Tom?s immediate
danger was over, and he was so far pronounced safe as to
make his mother perfectly easy; for being now used to the sight of
him in his suffering, helpless state, and hearing only the best, and
never thinking beyond what she heard, with no disposition for alarm
and no aptitude at a hint, Lady Bertram was the happiest subject in
the world for a little medical impositionThe fever was subdued;
the fever had been his complaint; of course he would soon be well
againLady Bertram could think nothing less, and Fanny shared
her aunt?s security, till she received a few lines from Edmund, written
purposely to give her a clearer idea of his brother?s situation, and
acquaint her with the apprehensions which he and his father had
imbibed from the physician with respect to some strong hectic symptoms,
which seemed to seize the frame on the departure of the fever
They judged it best that Lady Bertram should not be harassed by
alarms which, it was to be hoped, would prove unfounded; but there
was no reason why Fanny should not know the truthThey large gucci bag were
apprehensive for his lungs
A very few lines from Edmund shewed her the patient and the
sickroom in a juster and stronger light than all Lady Bertram?s sheets
of paper could doThere was hardly any one in the house who
might not have described, from personal observation, better than
herself; not one who was not more useful at times to her sonShe
could do nothing but glide in quietly and look at him; but when
able to talk or be talked to, or read to, Edmund was the companion
he preferredHis aunt worried him by her cares, and Sir Thomas
knew not how to bring down his conversation or his voice to the
level of irritation and feeblenessEdmund was all in allFanny would
certainly believe him so at least, and must find that her estimation
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of him was higher than ever when he appeared as the attendant,
supporter, cheerer of a suffering brotherThere was not only the
debility of recent illness to assist: there was also, as she now learnt,
nerves much affected, spirits much depressed to calm and raise, and
her own imagination added that there must be a mind to be properly
guided
The family were not consumptive, and she was more inclined to
hope than fear for her cousin, except when she thought of Miss
Crawford; but Miss Crawford gave her the idea of being the child of
good luck, and to her selfishness and vanity it would be good luck
to have Edmund the only son
Even in the sick chamber the fortunate Mary was not forgotten
Edmund?s letter had this postscript?On the subject of my last, I
had actually tiffany and co necklace begun a letter when called away by Tom?s illness, but I
have now changed my mind, and fear to trust the influence of friends
When Tom is better, I shall go
Such was the state of Mansfield, and so it continued, with scarcely
any change, till EasterA line occasionally added by Edmund to his
mother?s letter was enough for Fanny?s informationTom?s amendment
was alarmingly slow
Easter came particularly late this year, as Fanny had most sorrowfully
considered, on first learning that she had no chance of leaving
Portsmouth till after itIt came, and she had yet heard nothing of
her return?nothing even of the going to London, which was to
precede her returnHer aunt often expressed a wish for her, but
there was no notice, no message from the uncle on whom all depended
She supposed he could not yet leave his son, but it was a
cruel, a terrible delay to herThe end of April was coming on; it
would soon be almost three months, instead of two, that she had
been absent from them all, and that her days had been passing in a
state of penance, which she loved them too well to hope they would
thoroughly understand; and who could yet say when there might
be leisure to think of or fetch her?
Her eagerness, her impatience, her longings to be with them, were
such as to bring a line or two of Cowper?s Tirocinium for ever before
her?With what intense desire she wants her home,? was continually
on her tongue, as the truest description of a yearning which
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she could not suppose any schoolboy?s bosom to feel more tiffany silver keen
the sadly small party remaining at Mansfield, were cares to shut out
every other care, or almost every otherShe could just find selfishness
enough to wonder whether Edmund had written to Miss
Crawford before this summons came, but no sentiment dwelt long
with her that was not purely affectionate and disinterestedly anxious
Her aunt did not neglect her: she wrote again and again; they
were receiving frequent accounts from Edmund, and these accounts
were as regularly transmitted to Fanny, in the same diffuse style,
and the same medley of trusts, hopes, and fears, all following and
producing each other at haphazardIt was a sort of playing at being
frightenedThe sufferings which Lady Bertram did not see had little
power over her fancy; and she wrote very comfortably about agitation,
and anxiety, and poor invalids, till Tom was actually conveyed to
Mansfield, and her own eyes had beheld his altered appearanceThen
a letter which she had been previously preparing for Fanny was finished
in a different style, in the language of real feeling and alarm;
then she wrote as she might have spoken?He is just come, my dear
Fanny, and is taken upstairs; and I am so shocked to see him, that I do
not know what to doI am sure he has been very illPoor Tom! I am
quite grieved for him, and very much frightened, and so is Sir Thomas;
and how glad I should be if you were here to comfort meBut
Sir Thomas hopes he will be better to-morrow, and says we must
consider his rolex watches ladies journey
The real solicitude now awakened in the maternal bosom was not
soon overTom?s extreme impatience to be removed to Mansfield,
and experience those comforts of home and family which had been
little thought of in uninterrupted health, had probably induced his
being conveyed thither too early, as a return of fever came on, and
for a week he was in a more alarming state than everThey were all
very seriously frightenedLady Bertram wrote her daily terrors to
her niece, who might now be said to live upon letters, and pass all
her time between suffering from that of to-day and looking forward
375
Jane Austen
to to-morrow?sWithout any particular affection for her eldest cousin,
her tenderness of heart made her feel that she could not spare him,
and the purity of her principles added yet a keener solicitude, when
she considered how little useful, how little self-denying his life had
(apparently) been
Susan was her only companion and listener on this, as on more
common occasionsSusan was always ready to hear and to
sympathiseNobody else could be interested in so remote an evil as
illness in a family above an hundred miles off; not even MrsPrice,
beyond a brief question or two, if she saw her daughter with a letter
in her hand, and now and then the quiet observation of, ?My poor
sister Bertram must be in a great deal of trouble
So long divided and so differently situated, the ties of blood were
little more than nothingAn attachment, originally as tranquil as
their tempers, was now become a mere namePrice did quite
as 925 tiffany's necklace much for Lady Bertram as Lady Bertram would have done for
MrsThree or four Prices might have been swept away, any or
all except Fanny and William, and Lady Bertram would have thought
little about it; or perhaps might have caught from MrsNorris?s lips
the cant of its being a very happy thing and a great blessing to their
poor dear sister Price to have them so well provided for
376
Mansfield Park
CHAPTER XLV
AT ABOUT THE WEEK?S END from his return to Mansfield, Tom?s immediate
danger was over, and he was so far pronounced safe as to
make his mother perfectly easy; for being now used to the sight of
him in his suffering, helpless state, and hearing only the best, and
never thinking beyond what she heard, with no disposition for alarm
and no aptitude at a hint, Lady Bertram was the happiest subject in
the world for a little medical impositionThe fever was subdued;
the fever had been his complaint; of course he would soon be well
againLady Bertram could think nothing less, and Fanny shared
her aunt?s security, till she received a few lines from Edmund, written
purposely to give her a clearer idea of his brother?s situation, and
acquaint her with the apprehensions which he and his father had
imbibed from the physician with respect to some strong hectic symptoms,
which seemed to seize the frame on the departure of the fever
They judged it best that Lady Bertram should not be harassed by
alarms which, it was to be hoped, would prove unfounded; but there
was no reason why Fanny should not know the truthThey large gucci bag were
apprehensive for his lungs
A very few lines from Edmund shewed her the patient and the
sickroom in a juster and stronger light than all Lady Bertram?s sheets
of paper could doThere was hardly any one in the house who
might not have described, from personal observation, better than
herself; not one who was not more useful at times to her sonShe
could do nothing but glide in quietly and look at him; but when
able to talk or be talked to, or read to, Edmund was the companion
he preferredHis aunt worried him by her cares, and Sir Thomas
knew not how to bring down his conversation or his voice to the
level of irritation and feeblenessEdmund was all in allFanny would
certainly believe him so at least, and must find that her estimation
377
Jane Austen
of him was higher than ever when he appeared as the attendant,
supporter, cheerer of a suffering brotherThere was not only the
debility of recent illness to assist: there was also, as she now learnt,
nerves much affected, spirits much depressed to calm and raise, and
her own imagination added that there must be a mind to be properly
guided
The family were not consumptive, and she was more inclined to
hope than fear for her cousin, except when she thought of Miss
Crawford; but Miss Crawford gave her the idea of being the child of
good luck, and to her selfishness and vanity it would be good luck
to have Edmund the only son
Even in the sick chamber the fortunate Mary was not forgotten
Edmund?s letter had this postscript?On the subject of my last, I
had actually tiffany and co necklace begun a letter when called away by Tom?s illness, but I
have now changed my mind, and fear to trust the influence of friends
When Tom is better, I shall go
Such was the state of Mansfield, and so it continued, with scarcely
any change, till EasterA line occasionally added by Edmund to his
mother?s letter was enough for Fanny?s informationTom?s amendment
was alarmingly slow
Easter came particularly late this year, as Fanny had most sorrowfully
considered, on first learning that she had no chance of leaving
Portsmouth till after itIt came, and she had yet heard nothing of
her return?nothing even of the going to London, which was to
precede her returnHer aunt often expressed a wish for her, but
there was no notice, no message from the uncle on whom all depended
She supposed he could not yet leave his son, but it was a
cruel, a terrible delay to herThe end of April was coming on; it
would soon be almost three months, instead of two, that she had
been absent from them all, and that her days had been passing in a
state of penance, which she loved them too well to hope they would
thoroughly understand; and who could yet say when there might
be leisure to think of or fetch her?
Her eagerness, her impatience, her longings to be with them, were
such as to bring a line or two of Cowper?s Tirocinium for ever before
her?With what intense desire she wants her home,? was continually
on her tongue, as the truest description of a yearning which
378
Mansfield Park
she could not suppose any schoolboy?s bosom to feel more tiffany silver keen
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