They had not a fault to find in him. He had explained away all the

appearance of neglect on his own side. It had originated in

misapprehension entirely. He had never had an idea of throwing himself

off; he had feared that he was thrown off, but knew not why, and

delicacy had kept him silent. Upon the hint of having spoken

disrespectfully or carelessly of the family and the family honours, he

was quite indignant. He, who had ever boasted of being an Elliot, and

whose feelings, as to connection, were only too strict to suit the

unfeudal tone of the present day. He was astonished, indeed, but his

character and general conduct must refute it. He could refer Sir

Walter to all who knew him; and certainly, the pains he had been taking

on this, the first opportunity of reconciliation, to be restored to the

footing of a relation and heir-presumptive, was a strong proof of his

opinions on the subject.

The circumstances of his marriage, too, were found to admit of much

extenuation. This was an article not to be entered on by himself; but

a very intimate friend of his, a Colonel Wallis, a highly respectable

man, perfectly the gentleman, (and not an ill-looking man, Sir Walter

added), who was living in very good style in Marlborough Buildings, and

had, at his own particular request, been admitted to their acquaintance

through Mr Elliot, had mentioned one or two things relative to the

marriage, which made a material difference in the discredit of it.

Colonel Wallis had known Mr Elliot long, had been well acquainted also

with his wife, had perfectly understood the whole story. She was

certainly not a woman of family, but well educated, accomplished, rich,

and excessively in love with his friend. There had been the charm.

She had sought him. Without that attraction, not all her money would

have tempted Elliot, and Sir Walter was, moreover, assured of her

having been a very fine woman. Here was a great deal to soften the

business. A very fine woman with a large fortune, in love with him!

Sir Walter seemed to admit it as complete apology; and though Elizabeth

could not see the circumstance in quite so favourable a light, she

allowed it be a great extenuation.

Mr Elliot had called repeatedly, had dined with them once, evidently

delighted by the distinction of being asked, for they gave no dinners

in general; delighted, in short, by every proof of cousinly notice, and

placing his whole happiness in being on intimate terms in Camden Place.

Anne listened, but without quite understanding it. Allowances, large

allowances, she knew, must be made for the ideas of those who spoke.

She heard it all under embellishment. All that sounded extravagant or

irrational in the progress of the reconciliation might have no origin

but in the language of the relators. Still, however, she had the

sensation of there being something more than immediately appeared, in

Mr Elliot's wishing, after an interval of so many years, to be well

received by them. In a worldly view, he had nothing to gain by being

on terms with Sir Walter; nothing to risk by a state of variance. In

all probability he was already the richer of the two, and the Kellynch

estate would as surely be his hereafter as the title. A sensible man,

and he had looked like a very sensible man, why should it be an object

to him? She could only offer one solution; it was, perhaps, for

Elizabeth's sake. There might really have been a liking formerly,

though convenience and accident had drawn him a different way; and now

that he could afford to please himself, he might mean to pay his

addresses to her. Elizabeth was certainly very handsome, with

well-bred, elegant manners, and her character might never have been

penetrated by Mr Elliot, knowing her but in public, and when very young

himself. How her temper and understanding might bear the investigation

of his present keener time of life was another concern and rather a

fearful one. Most earnestly did she wish that he might not be too

nice, or too observant if Elizabeth were his object; and that Elizabeth

was disposed to believe herself so, and that her friend Mrs Clay was

encouraging the idea, seemed apparent by a glance or two between them,

while Mr Elliot's frequent visits were talked of.




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