Чувство и чувствительность

Chapter IX

           Everycircumstancebelongingtohimwasinteresting.Hisnamewasgood,hisresidencewasintheirfavouritevillage,andshesoonfoundoutthatofallmanlydressesashooting-jacketwasthemostbecoming.Herimaginationwasbusy,herreflectionswerepleasant,andthepainofasprainedanklewasdisregarded.

           SirJohncalledonthemassoonasthenextintervaloffairweatherthatmorningallowedhimtogetoutofdoors;andMarianne’saccidentbeingrelatedtohim,hewaseagerlyaskedwhetherheknewanygentlemanofthenameofWilloughbyatAllenham.

           "Willoughby!"criedSirJohn;"what,isHEinthecountry?Thatisgoodnewshowever;Iwillrideovertomorrow,andaskhimtodinneronThursday."

           "Youknowhimthen,"saidMrs.Dashwood.

           "Knowhim!tobesureIdo.Why,heisdownhereeveryyear."

           "Andwhatsortofayoungmanishe?"

           "Asgoodakindoffellowaseverlived,Iassureyou.Averydecentshot,andthereisnotabolderriderinEngland."

           "Andisthatallyoucansayforhim?"criedMarianne,indignantly."Butwhatarehismannersonmoreintimateacquaintance?Whathispursuits,histalents,andgenius?"

           SirJohnwasratherpuzzled.

           "Uponmysoul,"saidhe,"IdonotknowmuchabouthimastoallTHAT.Butheisapleasant,goodhumouredfellow,andhasgotthenicestlittleblackbitchofapointerIeversaw.Wassheoutwithhimtoday?"

           ButMariannecouldnomoresatisfyhimastothecolourofMr.Willoughby’spointer,thanhecoulddescribetohertheshadesofhismind.

           "Butwhoishe?"saidElinor.

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