Менсфілд Парк

Chapter XIII

           

           “Youtakeupathingsoseriously!asifweweregoingtoactthreetimesaweektillmyfather’sreturn,andinviteallthecountry.Butitisnottobeadisplayofthatsort.Wemeannothingbutalittleamusementamongourselves,justtovarythescene,andexerciseourpowersinsomethingnew.Wewantnoaudience,nopublicity.Wemaybetrusted,Ithink,inchusingsomeplaymostperfectlyunexceptionable;andIcanconceivenogreaterharmordangertoanyofusinconversingintheelegantwrittenlanguageofsomerespectableauthorthaninchatteringinwordsofourown.Ihavenofearsandnoscruples.Andastomyfather’sbeingabsent,itissofarfromanobjection,thatIconsideritratherasamotive;fortheexpectationofhisreturnmustbeaveryanxiousperiodtomymother;andifwecanbethemeansofamusingthatanxiety,andkeepingupherspiritsforthenextfewweeks,Ishallthinkourtimeverywellspent,andso,Iamsure,willhe.Itisaveryanxiousperiodforher.”

           Ashesaidthis,eachlookedtowardstheirmother.LadyBertram,sunkbackinonecornerofthesofa,thepictureofhealth,wealth,ease,andtranquillity,wasjustfallingintoagentledoze,whileFannywasgettingthroughthefewdifficultiesofherworkforher.

           Edmundsmiledandshookhishead.

           “ByJove!thiswon’tdo,”criedTom,throwinghimselfintoachairwithaheartylaugh.“Tobesure,mydearmother,youranxiety—Iwasunluckythere.”

           “Whatisthematter?”askedherladyship,intheheavytoneofonehalf-roused;“Iwasnotasleep.

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