Мэнсфилд Парк

Chapter VI

           “Smith’splaceistheadmirationofallthecountry;anditwasamerenothingbeforeReptontookitinhand.IthinkIshallhaveRepton.”

           “Mr.Rushworth,”saidLadyBertram,“ifIwereyou,Iwouldhaveaveryprettyshrubbery.Onelikestogetoutintoashrubberyinfineweather.”

           Mr.Rushworthwaseagertoassureherladyshipofhisacquiescence,andtriedtomakeoutsomethingcomplimentary;but,betweenhissubmissiontohertaste,andhishavingalwaysintendedthesamehimself,withthesuperaddedobjectsofprofessingattentiontothecomfortofladiesingeneral,andofinsinuatingthattherewasoneonlywhomhewasanxioustoplease,hegrewpuzzled,andEdmundwasgladtoputanendtohisspeechbyaproposalofwine.Mr.Rushworth,however,thoughnotusuallyagreattalker,hadstillmoretosayonthesubjectnexthisheart.“Smithhasnotmuchaboveahundredacresaltogetherinhisgrounds,whichislittleenough,andmakesitmoresurprisingthattheplacecanhavebeensoimproved.Now,atSothertonwehaveagoodsevenhundred,withoutreckoningthewatermeadows;sothatIthink,ifsomuchcouldbedoneatCompton,weneednotdespair.Therehavebeentwoorthreefineoldtreescutdown,thatgrewtoonearthehouse,anditopenstheprospectamazingly,whichmakesmethinkthatRepton,oranybodyofthatsort,wouldcertainlyhavetheavenueatSothertondown:theavenuethatleadsfromthewestfronttothetopofthehill,youknow,”turningtoMissBertramparticularlyashespoke.

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