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      "Edward talks of going to Oxford soon," said she; "but now he is lodging at No. —, Pall Mall. What an ill-natured woman his mother is, an't she? And your brother and sister were not very kind! However, I shan't say anything against them to YOU; and to be sure they did send us home in their own chariot, which was more than I looked for. And for my part, I was all in a fright for fear your sister should ask us for the huswifes she had gave us a day or two before; but, however, nothing was said about them, and I took care to keep mine out of sight. Edward have got some business at Oxford, he says; so he must go there for a time; and after THAT, as soon as he can light upon a Bishop, he will be ordained. I wonder what curacy he will get!—Good gracious! (giggling as she spoke) I'd lay my life I know what my cousins will say, when they hear of it. They will tell me I should write to the Doctor, to get Edward the curacy of his new living. I know they will; but I am sure I would not do such a thing for all the world.— 'La!' I shall say directly, 'I wonder how you could think of such a thing? I write to the Doctor, indeed!'"

      "Well," said Elinor, "it is a comfort to be prepared against the worst. You have got your answer ready."

      Miss Steele was going to reply on the same subject, but the approach of her own party made another more necessary.

      "Oh, la! here come the Richardsons. I had a vast deal more to say to you, but I must not stay away from them not any longer. I assure you they are very genteel people. He makes a monstrous deal of money, and they keep their own coach. I have not time to speak to Mrs. Jennings about it myself, but pray tell her I am quite happy to hear she is not in anger against us, and Lady Middleton the same; and if anything should happen to take you and your sister away, and Mrs. Jennings should want company, I am sure we should be very glad to come and stay with her for as long a time as she likes. I suppose Lady Middleton won't ask us any more this bout. Good-by; I am sorry Miss Marianne was not here. Remember me kindly to her. La! if you have not got your spotted muslin on!—I wonder you was not afraid of its being torn."

      Such was her parting concern; for after this, she had time only to pay her farewell compliments to Mrs. Jennings, before her company was claimed by Mrs. Richardson; and Elinor was left in possession of knowledge which might feed her powers of reflection some time, though she had learnt very little more than what had been already foreseen and foreplanned in her own mind. Edward's marriage with Lucy was as firmly determined on, and the time of its taking place remained as absolutely uncertain, as she had concluded it would be;—every thing depended, exactly after her expectation, on his getting that preferment, of which, at present, there seemed not the smallest chance.

      As soon as they returned to the carriage, Mrs. Jennings was eager for information; but as Elinor wished to spread as little as possible intelligence that had in the first place been so unfairly obtained, she confined herself to the brief repetition of such simple particulars, as she felt assured that Lucy, for the sake of her own consequence, would choose to have known. The continuance of their engagement, and the means that were able to be taken for promoting its end, was all her communication; and this produced from Mrs. Jennings the following natural remark.

      "Wait for his having a living!—ay, we all know how THAT will end:—they will wait a twelvemonth, and finding no good comes of it, will set down upon a curacy of fifty pounds a-year, with the interest of his two thousand pounds, and what little matter Mr. Steele and Mr. Pratt can give her.—Then they will have a child every year! and Lord help 'em! how poor they will be!—I must see what I can give them towards furnishing their house. Two maids and two men, indeed!—as I talked of t'other day.—No, no, they must get a stout girl of all works.— Betty's sister would never do for them NOW."

      The next morning brought Elinor a letter by the two-penny post from Lucy herself. It was as follows:

      "Bartlett's Building, March.

      "I hope my dear Miss Dashwood will excuse the

      liberty I take of writing to her; but I know your

      friendship for me will make you pleased to hear such

      a good account of myself and my dear Edward, after

      all the troubles we have went through lately,

      therefore will make no more apologies, but proceed

      to say that, thank God! though we have suffered

      dreadfully, we are both quite well now, and as happy

      as we must always be in one another's love. We have

      had great trials, and great persecutions, but

      however, at the same time, gratefully acknowledge

      many friends, yourself not the least among them,

      whose great kindness I shall always thankfully

      remember, as will Edward too, who I have told of

      it. I am sure you will be glad to hear, as likewise

      dear Mrs. Jennings, I spent two happy hours with

      him yesterday afternoon, he would not hear of our

      parting, though earnestly did I, as I thought my

      duty required, urge him to it for prudence sake,

      and would have parted for ever on the spot, would

      he consent to it; but he said it should never be,

      he did not regard his mother's anger, while he could

      have my affections; our prospects are not very

      bright, to be sure, but we must wait, and hope for

      the best; he will be ordained shortly; and should

      it ever be in your power to recommend him to any

      body that has a living to bestow, am very sure you

      will not forget us, and dear Mrs. Jennings too,

      trust she will speak a good word for us to Sir John,

      or Mr. Palmer, or any friend that may be able to

      assist us.—Poor Anne was much to blame for what

      she did, but she did it for the best, so I say

      nothing; hope Mrs. Jennings won't think it too much

      trouble to give us a call, should she come this way

      any morning, 'twould be a great kindness, and my

      cousins would be proud to know her.—My paper reminds

      me to conclude; and begging to be most gratefully

      and respectfully remembered to her, and to Sir John,

      and Lady Middleton, and the dear children, when you

      chance to see them, and love to Miss Marianne,

      "I am, &c."

      As soon as Elinor had finished it, she performed what she concluded to be its writer's real design, by placing it in the hands of Mrs. Jennings, who read it aloud with many comments of satisfaction and praise.

      "Very well indeed!—how prettily she writes!—aye, that was quite proper to let him be off if he would. That was just like Lucy.—Poor soul! I wish I COULD get him a living, with all my heart.—She calls me dear Mrs. Jennings, you see. She is a good-hearted girl as ever lived.—Very well upon my word. That sentence is very prettily turned. Yes, yes, I will go and see her, sure enough. How attentive she is, to think of every body!—Thank you, my dear, for shewing it me. It is as pretty a letter as ever I saw, and does Lucy's head and heart great credit."

      Chapter 39

      The Miss Dashwoods had now been rather more than two months in town, and Marianne's impatience to be gone increased every day. She sighed for the air, the liberty, the quiet of the country; and fancied that if any place could give her ease, Barton must do it. Elinor was hardly less anxious than herself for their removal, and only so much less bent on its being

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