A few minutes, though as few as possible, were inevitably consumed; and

when her own mistress again, when able to turn and look as she had done

before, she found herself accosted by Captain Wentworth, in a reserved

yet hurried sort of farewell. "He must wish her good night; he was

going; he should get home as fast as he could."

"Is not this song worth staying for?" said Anne, suddenly struck by an

idea which made her yet more anxious to be encouraging.

"No!" he replied impressively, "there is nothing worth my staying for;"

and he was gone directly.

Jealousy of Mr Elliot! It was the only intelligible motive. Captain

Wentworth jealous of her affection! Could she have believed it a week

ago; three hours ago! For a moment the gratification was exquisite.

But, alas! there were very different thoughts to succeed. How was such

jealousy to be quieted? How was the truth to reach him? How, in all

the peculiar disadvantages of their respective situations, would he

ever learn of her real sentiments? It was misery to think of Mr

Elliot's attentions. Their evil was incalculable.




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