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ELINOR'S DIARY
Tuesday, January 9, 1798
Berkeley Street

Since arriving in Berkeley Street our days and evenings have been filled with shopping expeditions and card parties. As entertaining as these outings may be, they have provided no distraction for Marianne, who has become increasingly anxious for news of Willoughby. Mrs. Jennings's assertion that the good weather would keep the sportsmen like Sir John in the country calmed her for a time, but her nervousness soon returned. We expect the Middletons at any time and Willoughby even sooner, for he left his card at the house while we were out today. I shall not be surprised if Marianne refuses to leave the house tomorrow and I think Mrs. Jennings shall indulge her with a wink and a laugh.

I confess that I have also become more and more anxious regarding Willoughby's behavior. If before I castigated myself for having doubts about his constancy, I am now wondering why I did not question matters more thoroughly. I cannot rationalize an explanation that would account for his behavior towards my sister. The certainty I had of their being engaged given to me by Marianne's correspondence with him has now turned into a most dreadful uncertainty. If things do not take a turn for the better soon, I am determined to write to my mother and impress upon her the need to make Marianne explain the truth of her situation.

Putting aside the matter of Willoughby, I must say that being in London has been more pleasurable than I had expected. Besides a great number of engagements, I have had the pleasure of good company for the Colonel has a general invitation to the house and has been with us almost every day. As Marianne thinks only of one subject and Mrs. Jennings is often quite busy, we have had many opportunities for uninterrupted discourse and I find that I often derive more satisfaction from conversing with him than from any other daily occurrence. It is not simply because he is so knowledgeable, having had the advantages of being abroad and extensive reading to improve his mind, but also because he seems to have genuine pleasure in my company and respect for my opinions. I could feel the same at Barton, but there is something different now. Though he is not inclined to mirth, I have had the pleasure of seeing him smile more often and freely. I don't know what has changed, but I am glad it has – few people deserve more happiness than the Colonel.

And yet though he has been happier, I know something still weights on his mind. I can see he is concerned about Marianne, for he looks at her a great deal and on many occasions seemed determined to say something to me about her before changing his mind. Though I shudder at discussing such an intimate subject as Marianne's situation, I confess that I wish he would say something and that I could confide all to him and have the benefit of his advice, tempered not only by his good sense but also by the greater knowledge of the world he possesses.

It is very strange to fell like this, for I have always tried to keep my own council and depend solely on my own understanding. Yet I know that if I were to turn to the Colonel, he would not think less of me for it and that he would do his utmost to help me as much as he possibly could, not only because he is a man of good breeding and good nature, but because he genuinely cares about my well being. For some reason the knowledge that I can depend on him scares me as much as it comforts me.

LETTER FROM MARIANNE DASHWOOD TO WILLOUGHBY
Thursday, January 11, 1798
Berkeley Street

"I cannot express my disappointment in having missed you the day before yesterday, nor my astonishment at not having received any answer to a note which I sent you above a week ago. I have been expecting to hear from you, and still more to see you, every hour of the day. Pray call again as soon as possible, and explain the reason of my having expected this in vain. You had better come earlier another time, because we are generally out by one. We were last night at Lady Middleton's, where there was a dance. I have been told that you were asked to be of the party. But could it be so? You must be very much altered indeed since we parted, if that could be the case, and you not there. But I will not suppose this possible, and I hope very soon to receive your personal assurance of its being otherwise."

"M.D."

LETTER FROM ELINOR DASHWOOD TO MRS DASHWOOD
Thursday, January 11, 1798
Berkeley Street

Dear Mama,

We are all in good health and have now been joined by the Middletons as you well know. The Palmers are also in residence and it seems we shall see them often at least until Mrs. Palmer's confinement.

I am afraid I have no good tidings to impart regarding Willoughby and that my concern in relation to the situation has risen alarmingly. Where I once did not doubt his affection for my sister and was willing to make allowances for what might have appeared strange in his behavior, I am now not so sure that Marianne's feelings are his first consideration.

The facts are these: after his strange take-leave of us some two months ago (which we tried to see in the best possible light given our affection for him), we have had no news of Willoughby, either directly or through other parties. Having just arrived in town – and here I hesitate to add, but it must not be concealed from you – Marianne wrote to him directly and told him of us being here. This action reassured me that, however mysteriously they might have conducted the affair, they must in fact be engaged. The pleasure of such intelligence did not last, for Willoughby did not come or send news. We had thought it possible that he might be at Combe on account of the good weather for sports and there is the possibility that Marianne wrote to him there. No response whatsoever reached her until now.

The day before yesterday W. left his card while we were out making calls. As you might well imagine, Marianne was much disappointed in having missed him and insisted on remaining home yesterday – a fruitless endeavor for he did not call again. In the evening we went to the Middletons, where Sir John held a small dance. Willoughby was expressly invited – Sir John had met him that same morning – but he did not come or send his excuses. This behavior is incomprehensible to us all and Marianne, as I am sure you can imagine, is exceedingly distressed, so much so that I begin to be concerned for her health. She has penned another note during breakfast and it can only have been intended for one particular person.

Mama, I ask you most heartily to consider every plea of duty and affection and ask Marianne directly her real situation in respect to Willoughby. I know you are loathe to bring her pain, but I do think it best that the facts be laid out before us. Surely you must understand that such liberal correspondence cannot continue without a definite commitment and if such commitment exists Willoughby must answer for his behavior. It pains me as much as it pains you to suspect his constancy, but I am afraid he has left us no choice. Please write to Marianne as soon as may be.

I remain,
Your daughter,
Elinor D.

ELINOR'S DIARY
Thursday, January 11, 1798
Berkeley Street

Just as I had finished my letter to mama this morning urging her to write to Marianne regarding Willoughby (from whom we've had no news), I was surprised with a visit from the Colonel. He seemed pleased to find me alone (Marianne, who now abhors all company, departed before his coming up), but was exceedingly grave. I was quite concerned about him, for I could see that his graveness was tinted with distress in a way I had never seen before. Having replied that he was in good health and had had no unpleasant news, it came to me that this might involve his growing concern for Marianne which I had observed for the past two weeks. He had never really broached the subject, outside of general inquiries for her health and well being, but it seemed as if he was determined to do so now.

What he did say, however, surprised me exceedingly. He asked me whether he was to congratulate me on gaining a brother! Upon my request, he clarified the question by telling me that the engagement between Marianne and Willoughby is exceedingly talked of and considered as certain. For a moment I did not know what to say and could only think that I wished to be so certain of the state of affairs between them. I asked from whence came this intelligence and he told me it had come not only from our mutual acquaintances, but also from people wholly unconnected to us. When I replied that such commitment was not known to her family, he seemed much surprised and apologized to me profusely for acting in a way that might appear impertinent in bringing up the subject. And then, further surprising me, he asked me if I believed things were settled in such a way as to make the dissolution of the engagement impossible.

I confess that this struck me deeply, as for a moment it seemed to me that his evident distress was on his own behalf – he did not welcome the news of Marianne's engagement for he wished to engage her sentiments himself. This did not last long, however, for I have observed the Colonel during our entire acquaintance and I am confident when I say that whatever feelings he has towards Marianne and however strong they may be, they are not romantic ones. My initial feelings, however fleeting they might have been, seem to have been immediately known to him. In a rather awkward manner, he managed to convey to me that his concern for Marianne was entirely platonic and that he had simply been distressed by the lowness of spirits he had so frequently observed since our coming to London.

Feeling stronger with this certainty and knowing that such a delicate subject would not have been addressed by him without good reason, I decided to be a bit more candid with him than I might otherwise have been, trusting in his discretion. I did my best to make it understood that while no official announcement had been made, I was quite certain of Marianne's feelings. I reminded him of Willoughby's behavior at Barton which he had frequently observed himself and alluded to the letter he confessed to seeing and the belief that a correspondence would not been taking place if a serious commitment had not been accepted.

Though I did not address my doubts and concerns, I am certain the Colonel understood them and shared them – I was at that moment exceedingly glad I had written to my mother. He was silent for a long while and seemed unsure on whether to speak. At last, he told me that he had seen someone be grievously hurt in matters of the heart once and that he would not wish to see it again. I now think he might have been alluding to the lady he mentioned once who Marianne reminded him of, but at the time I could only think that he meant himself and my heart ached for him.

At last he rose to leave, saying that he thought it best not to continue on the subject for the present and that he hoped that next time we addressed it he might offer his congratulations without reserve. His last words to me I cannot forget – "to your sister I wish all imaginable happiness; to Willoughby that he may endeavor to deserve her" – because I was left with the distinct impression that whatever doubts he may carry regarding Willoughby's character, they do not come solely from his behavior towards Marianne.

After this sad parting, I was left not only with greater doubts than before, but also with the melancholy impression of Colonel Brandon's unhappiness which made me unhappy in turn. This was a surprise, but strangely not an unwelcome one. That his happiness and wellbeing were a concern to me I had already long since realized. But how much I desired his happiness… How much I desired to be responsible for aiding that happiness, I had not known. This knowledge is a frightening prospect, but perhaps even more frightening because I do not feel I should shy away from this revelation or guard my feelings as I have done in the past. I don't know what will happen from now on: with Marianne, with Willoughby, with the Colonel and even with me. But despite the disappointments I have had myself and the ones I have been experiencing on Marianne's behalf, if there is one thing I do know for certain is that whatever trust I put on the Colonel shall never be misplaced.

LETTER FROM MRS DASHWOOD TO MARIANNE DASHWOOD
Monday, January 15, 1798
Barton Cottage

My dearest child,

I hope the receipt of this shall gladden your heart and rescue it from the dark wells of uncertainty it might have sunk to. Dearest Marianne, I know you have been unhappy, but I urge you not to remain so. I have every confidence that whatever small problems have emerged, they shall be soon explained and blown away. How can I doubt it, knowing the strength and purity of the feelings of those involved?

Your sister has shared some of her concerns with me regarding your despondency and I shall admit to being concern myself by your low spirits. To alleviate all of our feelings, I will only entreat you, my dear, to be more open towards myself and her. Do not think I mean this as a way for you to expose yourself; I simply wish you would share with us your preoccupations, my love, so we could dispel them more easily. Whatever follies may be growing in your head, I am sure a bit of rationality – unburdened by the strength of your feelings – will be able to reassure you.

I rely, dearest Marianne, as you should, on Willoughby's constancy and his feelings towards you with no doubt or fear. Two hearts better suited to one another I have never known and I am absolutely convinced that the future shall present you both with all conceivable happiness in each other.

My love, trust in Willoughby and trust in your love, for I know you shall not be disappointed.

Am, with best love, &c., your fond mama,
L. Dashwood

There is no need to come or send a letter to entreat my feelings on a certain matter for my permission has been freely given long ago – a letter detailing to me your enduring happiness when this event comes to pass shall answer more than enough.

LETTER FROM MARIANNE DASHWOOD TO WILLOUGHBY
Wednesday, January 17, 1798
Berkeley Street

"What am I to imagine, Willoughby, by your behavior last night? Again I demand an explanation of it. I was prepared to meet you with the pleasure which our separation naturally produced, with the familiarity which our intimacy at Barton appeared to me to justify. I was repulsed indeed! I have passed a wretched night in endeavoring to excuse a conduct which can scarcely be called less than insulting; but though I have not yet been able to form any reasonable apology for your behavior, I am perfectly ready to hear your justification of it. You have perhaps been misinformed, or purposely deceived, in something concerning me, which may have lowered me in your opinion. Tell me what it is, explain the grounds on which you acted, and I shall be satisfied, in being able to satisfy you. It would grieve me indeed to be obliged to think ill of you; but if I am to do it, if I am to learn that you are not what we have hitherto believed you, that your regard for us all was insincere, that your behavior to me was intended only to deceive, let it be told as soon as possible. My feelings are at present in a state of dreadful indecision; I wish to acquit you, but certainty on either side will be ease to what I now suffer. If your sentiments are no longer what they were, you will return my notes, and the lock of my hair which is in your possession."

"M.D."

LETTER FROM WILLOUGHBY TO MARIANNE DASHWOOD
Wednesday, January 17, 1798
Bond Street

"My Dear Madam,
I have just had the honor of receiving your letter, for which I beg to return my sincere acknowledgments. I am much concerned to find there was anything in my behavior last night that did not meet your approbation; and though I am quite at a loss to discover in what point I could be so unfortunate as to offend you, I entreat your forgiveness of what I can assure you to have been perfectly unintentional. I shall never reflect on my former acquaintance with your family in Devonshire without the most grateful pleasure, and flatter myself it will not be broken by any mistake or misapprehension of my actions. My esteem for your whole family is very sincere; but if I have been so unfortunate as to give rise to a belief of more than I felt, or meant to express, I shall reproach myself for not having been more guarded in my professions of that esteem. That I should ever have meant more you will allow to be impossible, when you understand that my affections have been long engaged elsewhere, and it will not be many weeks, I believe, before this engagement is fulfilled. It is with great regret that I obey your commands in returning the letters with which I have been honored from you, and the lock of hair, which you so obligingly bestowed on me.

I am, dear Madam, your most obedient humble servant,
John Willoughby."

ELINOR'S DIARY
Wednesday, January 17, 1798
Berkeley Street

The past hours have been so miserable I hardly know what to write. I had my doubts and suspicions, but the level of coldness and I dare say cruelty we have seen from Willoughby I could never have foreseen.

Last night we attended Lady Middleton to a party (Mrs. Jennings's being busy with Mrs. Palmer) and there we saw Willoughby at last. He seemed determined to ignore us, but Marianne was just as determined to talk to him and ignoring my warnings threw herself in his presence. Had he physically struck her I do not think he could have hurt her more – he was so formal, so cold, so unlike the Willoughby we had known and loved as to be barely recognizable. He seemed much concerned about how his meeting with Marianne would appear to others (the opinion of one particular young lady looked as if to be of paramount importance) and left us as soon as he could.

After such a meeting Marianne could not soon recover, and though she begged me to go to Willoughby and entreat him to return so they could talk, I convinced her that this was not the appropriate course of action and that any explanation would have to be offered today.

What a night my sister must have spent, for I do not believe she slept at all. She sent another message to him before the sun had even risen and so begun our wait. At breakfast it was finally over – Willoughby had finally written to her.

Oh, but what a letter! I can barely recall it without being overpowered by the indignation I felt upon first reading it. The cruelty, the deliberate, impudent cruelty of such lines I could scarcely believe. After all that had passed with me, I had though myself ill-used, but nothing in Edward's behavior came close to this – Edward was foolish and thoughtless, Willoughby hard and villainous. He expressed no regret for hurting Marianne – indeed wondered at her being been so –, acknowledged no breach of faith and denied all peculiar affection with such a lack of honor and delicate feelings as I can scarcely believe.

To compound Marianne's misery at the sight of such a letter, we later found out that it seems to be all over town that Willoughby is most definitely and formally engaged to a Miss Grey (the lady we saw in his company last night), who has a fortune of £50,000. Marianne was so completely wretched I could not possibly scold her for the clear impropriety of having written to W. with no certain engagement. Her letters are at least once more in her possession, as is the lock of hair she bestowed on him with so much love.

Marianne still hopes to find some excuse, some explanation for his behavior. She will believe that the world has treated her abominably ill, that her name has been slandered by others and thus fell on his esteem rather than believe that his behavior reflects the bad principles that have formed his character. Marianne says he did not break a formal engagement nor said he loved her with so many words; that is to his credit. But there is more to this than spoken words – the promises he made her might not have passed his lips, but that they were given there is no doubt. This is not true only in our impartial eyes, but also in the eyes of all who followed their courtship. To apologize if he "gave rise to a belief of more than he felt" as if he had acted with the utmost propriety and discernment is the act of a scoundrel.

Marianne dinned with us after all this, a fact that surprised me, but her misery was palpable and though well intentioned, Mrs. Jennings's kind actions and spoiling were of no help. I could not even rely on the Colonel's company to raise my own spirits after Marianne left us, for when he came while we were at tea he was as silent and as grave as I had ever seen him – even worse than he was last Thursday. That the reason for this was the turn of events involving W. and my sister I had no doubt and the subject was mentioned by us briefly. When I mentioned Willoughby's hard-heartedness, he seemed determined to say more on the subject, but the arrangement of the card parties put an end to our discussion. Whatever it is he has concealed about Willoughby, I think he is now determined to tell me and I should not be surprised if I see him on the morrow.

LETTER FROM ELINOR DASHWOOD TO MRS DASHWOOD
Thursday, January 18, 1798
Berkeley Street

Dear Mama,

I am exceedingly sorry that what I have to relate must bring you sorrow, but there is nothing to be done. Willoughby has proved himself to be unworthy of the trust and regard we had for him, has denied any ties of honor and affection which bound him to Marianne and has engaged himself to a young lady of fortune.

As I wrote to you in my last, Marianne wrote repeatedly to Willoughby with no reply and the only intelligence we had had from him was his leaving a card as we were out one day. This had distressed Marianne most exceedingly, but we both still hoped he would come and offer a proper apology and explanation.

On Tuesday we accompanied Lady Middleton to a party, where we finally saw Willoughby. His coldness to Marianne was such that we could not comprehend. Though she entreated him to tell her what was the matter, he made no comments on his changed behavior and gave no explanation for his actions. I convinced Marianne to return to our lodgings and the next morning she sent him a final letter, demanding an explanation for all he had put her through.

I believe Marianne still had some hope, but the letter she received from him at breakfast put an end to that. She shared it with me after reading it herself and my astonishment could not be contained. I cannot convey to you, Mama, what the sight of this letter did to me – such coldness, such lack of common feelings and gentlemanly behavior! He proclaimed he had no regard for her, excused himself if (by her own folly) she had misinterpreted his actions and declared that his affections had long since been engaged elsewhere! At her own request, he returned to her the letters she had sent to him (three in total) and the lock of hair she once gave to him at Barton.

Miserable and wretched though she is, Marianne tries to excuse him still, to find an explanation that would place the blame of this irreparable breach on anyone but him, but I for one cannot believe anything can excuse such abhorrent behavior.
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Dear Mama, since writing the above I have had a most extraordinary visit from Colonel Brandon. His very sincere regards towards us and his earnest desire to be useful led him to relate some circumstances which he hoped would prove of assistance to us. He had kept silent on the matter before because he did not wish to interfere with Marianne's happiness if it were secured, but he has now determined that sharing his knowledge might prove beneficial to her.

The Colonel had a cousin who died some twelve years ago, leaving her young daughter under his guardianship. About a year ago, Miss Williams was in Bath staying with a friend when she made the acquaintance of a gentleman who covered her with attentions and made her believe he was as sincerely attached to her as she was to him. The strength of her feelings led her to act in a way that was most improper which was compounded by the fact that her seducer deserted her without a second thought and left her with child. She is now living in the countryside with the babe, the Colonel's protection and unwavering support as her only solace. The scoundrel responsible for all this misery was none other than Willoughby.

You may well be astounded, Mama, as I was in hearing the particulars, but there is no doubt. The Colonel did not learn the truth of the matter until coming to London and later confronted Willoughby when he came to town. He made no attempts to deny being responsible for Miss Williams' ruin, but refused to bear any responsibility.

Ever since learning W.'s true character, the Colonel has pondered whether he should make it known to us. He abstained from doing so before because he believed that Willoughby sincerely loved Marianne and that she was safe from harm. Knowing that she was wounded by him – though, with the grace of the Lord, much less than his ward was – he has determined that exposing W's true character is the greatest act of friendship he could offer us. I certainly agree with him and am immensely grateful that he has exposed himself to such a degree in the hopes it would alleviate our pain. I am sure Marianne will come to believe the same one day.

All that is left now is for you to give us directions concerning what to do. As you may well imagine, Marianne's distress is acute and she desires to leave London as soon as possible and be comforted by your presence. I do know how we could possibly circumvent the inconvenience to our friends, but I am sure ways can be found to get us to Barton, even if they are not as fast as Marianne may wish.

Waiting to hear from you as soon as may be, I remain,
Yours, &c., &c.
Elinor D.

ELINOR'S DIARY
Thursday, January 18, 1798
Berkeley Street

Marianne had a letter from Mama this morning as a response to my last. Oh, that I had never written! The letter was so trusting, so confident in the future happiness of Marianne and Willoughby as to pain my sister immensely.

I started writing to mama to let her know what had happened and to ask for directions on what was to be done, for Marianne desires nothing more than to return to Barton. My writing was then interrupted by a visit from the Colonel, as I had expected. My regard for Colonel Brandon has always ensured his welcome with me, but he has never been more welcome than he was then, for what he has related to me shall prove to be invaluable.

The Colonel told me had desired to find me alone as he did, for he had determined to lie down some particulars regarding Willoughby that he hoped would offer, if not comfort to Marianne, at least a lasting conviction to her mind.

He started telling me of the lady that he once said to me reminded him of Marianne in spirits, a relation of his that had been raised in his home. They were much attached, but greed over her fortune had led to a forced marriage with the Colonel's older brother. This union was very unhappy and the Colonel, being in the Indies and the time, learned of their divorce some years later.

I confess that his evident distress at telling the tale of his doomed romance affected me greatly. My sorrow and concern must have been evident, for he came to me and took my hand, pressed it and kissed it with grateful respect. What this gesture did to me, innocent as it might have been and intended in the purest of friendships, I can scarcely describe. My heart seemed to have stopped in my chest for a long moment and after that started to beat much faster than it ever had before.

But the color that suffused my cheeks did not last long, for the most relevant part of his tale was still to come. Returning to England he searched for his lost love and found her dying in abject poverty, leaving in his care a young girl, three years of age. Distressed as I was by the pain in his recollections, I could not then rejoice that I had been right in estimating that, contrary to Mrs. Jennings's belief, Miss Williams (for it was Miss Williams, to be sure) was not his natural child. I very much pitied the girl for her sad beginning in life and this feeling only deepened as he told me the rest of the tale – how a year ago she had been seduced and abandoned by a young man and later bore him a child. This man, who so callously mistreated her, who broke her trust without thought and who acted in such a dissolute manner was none other than Willoughby.

Eliza – that is to say, Miss Williams – told the Colonel the truth of the matter after her son was born, an event that took place some days after he had so abruptly left Barton, having received intelligence on Miss William's whereabouts after months of fruitless searches. He had since then hesitated in exposing Willoughby's character for Marianne's sake. He believed W. was sincerely attached to my sister and that this would lead him to act in an honorable manner. Believing them to be as good as engaged, he did not want to distress her with an account of what W. had once done. Having since learned that there was no trace of honor or dignity left in Willoughby, the Colonel believed he had better tell me all that had passed, so I could tell Marianne whatever I believed would be good for her to learn.

I gave the Colonel the most grateful and earnest of thanks and told him I was convinced that the knowledge of some of the particulars would be beneficial to Marianne, for I believed that the worst part of her suffering were her attempts to still think the best of W. By learning the full extent of his unworthiness, she might have an easier time letting him go.

I asked the Colonel if he had seen Willoughby since learning the truth and he confessed to me, though not in so many words, that they had dueled. An immediate burst of anxiety overpowered me, but as the Colonel had not been harmed and did believe such an event to be needed, I did not presume to censure him though he could see I did not approve.

I know that relating all that he did to me could not have been easy, but I was happy to notice that he seemed somehow relieved after he was through, as if telling me all that had passed had managed to lighten his burden. I told him I was glad, very glad that he believed that he could trust me so and that he had my full compassion and great esteem for what he had been forced to endure and for paining himself to relieve it all on behalf of my sister. He was much moved by my words and seemed to want to say more in response to my declaration – but recalling that Marianne probably needed me, stood to take his leave. He took my hands and pressed them once more and though he said nothing, his eyes said much.

I am ashamed to say that though I knew Marianne needed me and that the sooner I told her what I had learned, the sooner she would come to understand Willoughby's real character I stood for some ten minutes in the room after he left, my face as warm as my hands. This is not the proper moment, we both know, to do something about what is passing between us, but there is now the knowledge that such a moment will come.

Having composed myself, I finished my letter to Mama and went in search of Marianne to relate to her all that I had learned. The effect was not what I could have hoped – though she did not appear to distrust any part of the narrative, she seemed to have taken the loss of Willoughby's character even worse than she did the loss of his heart. Her spirits are much oppressed and her misery has lent itself to silence. Perhaps I should persuade her to confide in me and unburden herself, but the seeds of happiness I have been feeling in my own heart despite my sister's misery make me feel as if I have no right to ask that of her.

LETTER FROM COLONEL BRANDON TO HIS SISTER, MRS HAYWORTH
Thursday, January 18, 1798
St James Street, London

My dear Emma,

I can imagine how busy darling Nell and the children must keep you, but I knew you would like to learn about all that has passed here. W. has exposed his dissolute character at last to all our acquaintance, having renounced all claims to Miss Marianne's affection to engage himself to a young woman of fortune. The effect this had on Miss Marianne you may well imagine, especially being cognizant of how much she resembles Eliza Brandon in temperament and mind.

I determined that the best thing I could do for the poor girl's sake was to expose her to Willoughby's true character. This was no revenge upon him, for if that had been my motivation I would have shared all long ago. Rather, I believed that learning the full extent of his wickedness and that she had been lucky in comparison with poor Eliza she might soon come to regret him less.

Having the strongest dependence in Miss Dashwood's prudence, strength of understanding and coolness of judgment, I decided to relate all to her. In possession of all facts, she would be able to relate what she thought best to her sister and thus alleviate some of her pain.

I confess that though I was determined to follow this course of action, disclosing past sorrows proved to be a painful exertion. But I could not have done it to a kinder or most understanding audience. Though she clearly knows how to govern them, Miss Elinor's feelings are strong and her disposition so affectionate that I could feel her compassion radiate through the room. I shall not be ashamed to admit that it strengthened me and I was able to tell her all, from my own dealings with Eliza Brandon to the fate of her daughter in Willoughby's hands.

She was much affected by all I related and I could see that her excellent heart felt deeply for me and poor Eliza. I had come expecting nothing in return for my exertions, but her sincere gratitude was a greater reward than I could possibly have imagined. I left Berkeley Street feeling better than I had in months, not only for being unburdened of so many past sorrows I had until now only shared with my dearest sister, but also because of the conviction I now have that the fates have finally decided to grant me some measure of happiness by leading me to Miss Elinor. On this subject I shall say no more at present, but I believe that pleasant news may soon arise from these quarters.

Sending my best regards to you and yours, I remain,
Your brother,
Christopher B.

LETTER FROM JOHN DASHWOOD TO MRS DASHWOOD
Thursday, January 18, 1798
Norland Park

My dear Madam,

I hope you have been in good health. I have had a letter from my sister Elinor telling me that she and Marianne have taken residence in town for a few weeks with Lady Middleton's mother. This was very welcome news and I am exceedingly glad, Madam, to learn that my sisters have the advantage of having such generous friends.

I know you must miss their society, but my sister Margaret is a good humored, well disposed girl most of the time and I know she shall keep you tolerably occupied. The knowledge of the advantages attached to a stay in town for Elinor and Marianne shall do much to assuage your maternal feelings, I am sure. Them being such pretty young girls, I am certain that there is a good chance that an appropriate match shall present itself, especially under the protection of a woman who seems to have done very well for her own daughters. I hope, Madam that my sisters are aware of the importance of such an opportunity and will not let any consideration – such as any sort of previous attachments that have no hope of coming to fruition – stop them from doing their best to get themselves comfortably settled.

Fanny and I expect to be in town before the middle of February and for that purpose have taken a house in Harley Street. Fanny is quite anxious to see her dear mother and I shall confess that I am no less eager, for Mrs. Ferrars has always treated me no less affectionately than she does her own children and is always glad to see us and help us in any way possible.

I am, dear Madam, yours &c.,
John Dashwood

LETTER FROM MRS DASHWOOD TO ELINOR DASHWOOD
Saturday, January 20, 1789
Barton Cottage

Dear Elinor,

I cannot tell you what your letter did to me or the sufferings I went through. Abominable scoundrel! We opened our hearts and our home to this man, treated him as part of our family and this is how we are repaid! The tears of anger and sorrow I have shed, my child, I cannot relate. He has proved himself unworthy of any modicum of courtesy, any measure of respect. Nothing can justify this betrayal and I can scarcely believe I let myself be convinced that he meant no harm in fleeing Barton in that disgraceful manner.

Your poor sister, how she must suffer! So trusting she was, so full of nothing but affection and admiration for him. She must feel it deeply indeed as well as she should. Such a betrayal cannot soon be forgotten. But forget it she must, for we must not allow this villain to win! We must hold our heads high, Elinor, and weather this storm. I shall write to Marianne directly and tell her so. I depend on you to look after her and help her bear this as best as she can.

In sorrow, I am, yours &c., &c,
L. Dashwood

LETTER FROM MRS DASHWOOD TO MARIANNE DASHWOOD
Saturday, January 20, 1789
Barton Cottage

My dearest child,

I can scarcely put pen to paper without bursting into tears. How greatly have we been deceived! How has our kindness, generosity and openness been abused! I cannot think of Willoughby's name without abhorrence and I can assure you that in this house it shall never be willingly pronounced again. The disappointment I feel, my dear, can be hardly less painful than your own.

Oh, Marianne, how I have suffered! All I can think of is of the dreams that are now shattered – so many sojourns at Combe, the satisfaction of imagining you so well settled in our favorite village! The loss of all these dear hopes is as painful as the loss of his character. I am sure you feel the same and are so wretched and miserable you can scarcely rise from your bed as well.

Please send news of how you go on, dearest, for I am besieged with worry and shall not rest until I know you are well. I wish I could be by your side to help you through this, but I know Elinor, who is as dear to us as we are to each other, shall do her utmost to see you through this. I entreat you, my dear, to bear up with fortitude under this misfortune and show the superiority of your character and disposition.

In sorrow, I remain,
Your most sincerely grieved Mama,
L. Dashwood

NOTE FROM MARGARET DASHWOOD TO MARIANNE DASHWOOD, SCRIBLED IN MRS DASHWOOD'S LETTER
Saturday, January 20, 1789
Barton Cottage

Dear Marianne,
I am taking the letter to post for Sir John is not here and should just like to add that I think Willoughby the worse scoundrel that has ever lived. I know I said I liked him very much, but I do not anymore for he has been very wicked indeed. I wish John were a better brother so he could fight a duel for your sake. Perhaps you should ask the Colonel, for he has been in the army and Sir John said used to be a great fighter. I am sure he is too old now, but I should like to see him wound Willoughby all the same.
Your sister,
Margaret

LETTER FROM MRS DASHWOOD TO ELINOR DASHWOOD
Sunday, January 21, 1789
Barton Cottage

Dear Elinor,

I have spent all night awake and now write to you to relieve my mind. Thinking long and hard, I have decided it is best that you and Marianne should not shorten your stay in London. I know no set length was ever set for it, but we expected it to last five or six weeks at least and I believe it would be best if this were so.

In taking this decision I ignore every consideration for my own comfort, for I would like nothing better than to be able to hold and comfort my dear girl. Yet I think that despite the benefits of my presence, a return to Barton would not be advisable to Marianne at this time. I cannot believe she can find peace here, where everything within her view would do nothing but constantly place him before her, bringing back the past continuously in the strongest and most afflicting manner. In London she shall be inevitably exposed to a variety of occupations, objects and company we cannot expect at Barton and this, I think, might do her good. Shun as she may the idea of finding interests and amusements, they must be forced upon her for one day she shall grab them, even if at first reluctant.

A second fact makes me take this decision. I have had recently a letter from your brother John telling me he and Fanny shall be in town before the middle of February. However we might have disagreed in certain things and regardless of certain disappointments, he is your brother and I think it right that you should see each other and as I do not know when that might be possible again, this opportunity must be taken. Besides, with Fanny being in town, other, most desirable company may be soon come to you and I know how much that would be welcome to all.

Keeping you and Marianne in my thoughts and prayers,
I remain, yours ever,
L. Dashwood

NOTE FROM MRS JENNINGS TO MRS PALMER
Friday, January 26, 1798
Berkeley Street

Dear Charlotte,

I remain at home today to set up a card party, for my young ladies must have their amusements. Poor Miss M! She suffers much still and nothing I do seems to cheer her. I wish I had a number of fine beaux to present to her so that wretched Mr. W. could be replaced from her heart, but I can't seem to find any at all! The Colonel would do I think, but he has no eyes for anyone but Miss D. and she seems to return these looks as often – I think Miss Margaret was quite mistaken about Mr. F. I do hope they settle things soon for a wedding in the family would be just the thing to raise Miss Marianne's spirits!

I shall come to you tomorrow and tell you all the news of the evening. Do take care of yourself, dearest.

Your fond mama,
C. Jennings

NEWSPAPER ANNOUNCEMENT
Thursday, February 1, 1798
London
Wedding Announcements

At All Saints' Church, Northampton, Mr. Charles Vernon, Esq. of Churchhill, Warwickshire to Miss Catherine de Courcy, youngest daughter of Sir Reginald De Courcy of Parklands, Northamptonshire.

At St George's Church in Hanover Square, Mr. John Willoughby, Esq. of Combe Magna in Somerset to Miss Sophia Grey, daughter of the late Mr. Patrick Grey. Ms. Grey was married from the house of her guardians, Mr. and Mrs. Ellison of Bond Street.

ELINOR'S DIARY
Thursday, February 1, 1798
Berkeley Street

It is finally done – Willoughby and Miss Grey are married and we are told they have left town. I was able to break the news to Marianne before she saw the papers and though she took it calmly at the time, she has been bursting into tears the entire day and is in such a desolate state as to inspire the utmost pity.

I hope at least that now that they are gone from Town I can prevail upon Marianne to leave the house more often. Mama had the right of it, I think, when she wrote that Marianne must have occupations and diversions. Though she may not appreciate them, the less she wanders forlornly about the house, the best it shall be for her.

Our friends have tried to cheer her, but though they mean well their dwelling on the matter is more likely to cause pain her pain than provide her with any consolation. Colonel Brandon's delicate, unobtrusive inquiries are the only ones I find truly welcome, and his concern for Marianne is palpable. I am happy to say that Marianne's attitude towards him has changed dramatically. I can see her observing him from time to time with pitying eyes and whenever she speaks to him (though she still does not do so often), her voice is very gentle. I did not realize how grieved I had been by Marianne's slights towards him until I saw the change in her behavior.

The Colonel has come every day and we talk more and more freely than we had ever done before. There has been no awkwardness, no hesitation between us since his confession to me – our friendship has instead become more open and deeper. Tonight Marianne did not come down to dinner (distressed as she has been all day I was not surprised and did not press her) and as Mrs. Jennings was much occupied by her carpet-work after tea, the Colonel and I had privacy to talk.

A discussion of the events of today was inevitable and it soon followed into a conversation regarding Marianne's despondency. He told me a little of his own experience with heartbreak and said that, in his case at least, while he never really forgot about what happened, the pain abated with time. He was a changed man for what had happened, more serious and cautious, but he was sure that Marianne's eager spirits would rally, even if they did not retain their intensity.

By then I felt that I was being quite unfair with him, for he had been so open with me despite the fact that I could tell this was not his usual disposition. I felt humbled by his trust and ashamed that I had not repaid it with my own. In as vague a language as possible, I gave to understand that I had once been attached to a certain gentleman, but that circumstances had made it impossible for the attachment to flourish. Time, I told him, had been a great healer, as had the society of good friends.

I really did not mean to imply one friend in particular, but I do think that is what he understood. I cannot regret it, however, for his eyes lit up in such a way as to make his face appear as young and pleasant as I had ever seen it and in that moment I did consider him a truly handsome man. My subsequent embarrassment was clearly noted by him, for soon after he made his excuses to leave. Though he spoke no words about my confession, I can see that he did appreciate hearing all that I had told him, for after he made sure Mrs. Jennings had returned her attention to her work, he took my hand and squeezed it before crossing the threshold and bounding down the stairs.

LETTER FROM ELINOR DASHWOOD TO MRS DASHWOOD
Thursday, February 1, 1798
Berkeley Street

Dear Mama,

Willoughby is married. Marianne, as you can well imagine, took it quite hard though we were certain the event was to take place soon. She took the news well when I broke them to her as delicately as I could, but then spent the rest of the day in misery, periodically bursting into tears.

As for myself, I am glad it has finally taken place, for the W.s have left town and I now intend to entreat Marianne to leave the house as often as we can. I share your opinion, Mama, that she needs to exert herself as much as possible, for though she may not appreciate the amusements, they at least shall distract her from the past and the future that shall never come to pass.

Mrs. Jennings has been very kind in her own way and our friends have tried to cheer her as well, though not meeting with much success. The Colonel has come to the house every day and been a great comfort. I'm pleased to say Marianne has been behaving much more civilly towards him and though they do not speak much, I can tell that she is grateful for all that he has done and is doing on our behalf.

Sending you and Meg all my affection, I remain,
Yours, &c., &c.,
Elinor D.

ELINOR'S DIARY
Thursday, February 9, 1798
Berkeley Street

This has not been a very pleasant week so far I am afraid.

On Monday the Miss Steeles came to call upon us. They are staying with some relations at Holborn, but seem determined once again to recommend themselves as much as possible to their relations in Conduit and Berkeley Streets. Marianne was spared their first sight (I would not let them bother her, no matter how much they insisted), but I had to endure all of Lucy's insincere pleasured and veiled accusations.

On Wednesday I finally managed to get Marianne out of the house; she came with me to Sackville Street where I went to discharge a commission for my mother at Gray's. There we had to wait a quarter of an hour before having our orders tended to – the young gentleman before us took a great deal of time in choosing, of all things, the perfect toothpick-case for himself! Once the business was discharged, who would appear at our side but my brother John? He seemed pleased to see us and told us he had arrived in town a couple of days ago and intended to call on us the next day.

The next day came and so did my brother, (thankfully) alone, and I was glad to see him act quite civilly towards Mrs. Jennings. The Colonel came in soon after John, who seemed to be speculating what to make of him, but determined to be pleased if he found out he had money enough.

The Colonel and I did not speak much, for John asked me to walk him down to Conduit Street so he could be introduced to Sir John and Lady Middleton. As the weather was remarkably fine and I was sure they would be pleased to be introduced to him (Sir John for he likes society, Lady Middleton for she would appreciate John's style of living), I agreed readily. Once we left the house John inquired after the Colonel and after I had detailed some particulars, turned to me and said, to my great astonishment: "I am glad of it. He seems a most gentlemanlike man; and I think, Elinor, I may congratulate you on the prospect of a very respectable establishment in life."

The effects these words had on me! Never in my life have I been so embarrassed and I'm afraid I could not collect myself soon enough. I blushed and stammered and said I did not understand what he meant, though we both knew I did. My reaction seemed to please John exceedingly, for he went on to say that he had observed the Colonel narrowly and that he was convinced of him liking me a great deal. I tried to deny it, of course, saying such a subject had never been raised between us, which was the absolute truth. My efforts were to naught, however, for John was convinced. He said that all my friends would like to see me well settled and on his part he would make all efforts to be as civil to the Colonel and encouraging of his suit as possible.

One good thing, however, came out of my extreme mortification. Firmly believing now my feelings to be attached and almost certain of their reciprocation, John managed to share the news of Edward's coming to Town and his prospective engagement to "the Hon. Miss Morton of £30,000" without once making any allusions to the suspicion of an attachment between us. This was such a balm to my feelings that in the end I could have born the entire encounter very well had not my brother left me with the certainty that an introduction to Mrs. Ferrars shall be inevitable and that I am expected to rejoice in the privilege.

NOTE FROM MRS PALMER TO MRS JENNINGS
Wednesday, February 14, 1798
Hannover Square

Dear Mama,

The pains have come and the midwife has been summoned. Come as soon as you can, for I know I cannot do this without you.

Yours,
Charlotte

ELINOR'S DIARY
Wednesday, February 14, 1798
Berkeley Street

Mrs. Jennings left us earlier for her daughter; it seems her lying-in has finally come and we expect news soon. I pray that mother and child come well through this ordeal, for I am in desperate need of good news to raise my spirits.

On Friday Fanny came to call on us and I am glad to say Mrs. Jennings did not care much for her, though Lady Middleton liked her exceedingly, a sentiment that was reciprocated. Though I am sure John shared his suspicions with her regarding the Colonel, Fanny seems not to have taken much stock by them, for she did not mention Mr. Ferrars once. This did not bother me so much as Lucy coming later during the day and telling me that Edward is in town and though they cannot meet, they write frequently to one another.

On Saturday the Miss Steeles were rewarded for their attentions to the Middletons, for they were invited to stay with them at Conduit Street. They were also added to an invitation to dine on Harley Street Fanny bestowed on all of us. Lucy rejoiced over this frequently, even after we learned Edward would not be there. The Colonel was also invited and though I am always glad to see him I was quite sorry that he would have to endure the company of certain people for my sake.

The fateful dinner party took place yesterday. We met Mrs. Ferrars, who was just as I expected, and Mr. Robert Ferrars, who turned out to be the toothpick-case gentleman we saw at Gray's and just as great a coxcomb as that encounter had suggested.

What followed was an evening that seemed specifically designed to mortify me. Lucy was treated as a distinguished guest and the Hon. Miss Morton's name and accomplishments praised to the skies, while I had to endure all manners of snubs and sly accusations. Things got to such a point that even Fanny was ashamed of Mrs. Ferrars uncivil behavior regarding some screens I had painted before leaving Norland; my brother had them shown to the Colonel who, despite disclaiming all pretensions to connoisseurship, warmly admired them – the only praise I really took to heart the entire evening, though I am sure he would have praised anything done by me regardless of its artistic merits.

I am glad to say I was not hurt by the behavior of the Ferrars, though it would have pained me exceedingly some months ago. I was pained, however, by Marianne's warmth in defending me. She took the slights to my person much more to heart than I did and was so overtaken by Mrs. Ferrars insolence that she burst into tears! She managed to compose herself soon afterwards, but her spirits remained much affected for the rest of the evening.

In the end, I felt nothing but relief when we left Harley Street and was determined to keep my visits to that place to a minimum. The pride, meanness and prejudice that suffuse most of the Ferrars family make me glad I do not have to depend upon Mrs. Ferrars's caprice or solicit her good opinion. I was sincerely sorry that Edward had to come from such a family, for unlike in the case of Lucy, there was nothing that he could have done to avoid the connection. I am a little ashamed to confess that at this point I can do nothing but rejoice in not being a nearer relation to the Ferrars.

This morning, as Mrs. Jennings left us Lucy, finding herself alone with me, started to boast of all the attentions she had received. We both knew that these attentions were less a boon in her favor than a way to show contempt to me and she appeared not only not to mind but to rejoice in the fact. She seemed unhappy that I did not seem much affected and determined to bring me low, when we were interrupted by none other than Edward himself. A most uncomfortable situation I could not imagine; Edward seemed almost determined to turn back and leave us. His clear mortification and embarrassment were enough to let me forget whatever resentment I still harbored against him; I could feel nothing but pity.

I was determined to leave them alone, but most unfortunately Marianne came into the room before I could leave on the pretext of fetching her. Marianne was extremely pleased to see Edward and for the first time in weeks I got a glimpse of my sister as she used to be. Her contentment did not last long for Edward soon left us despite her entreaties for him to stay. I tried to hint to Marianne that Edward did not come for my sake, but she could not believe it.

Poor Marianne! How unhappy she shall be when the entire truth comes to light. Poor Edward! The price he shall pay for his youthful folly shall be high indeed.
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No news of Mrs. Palmer yet, but my spirits are much improved. The Colonel stopped by after tea to inquiry after Mrs. Palmer and though he did not stay long, his presence was enough to make my evening much more pleasant. He expressed once more his admiration for my work and, emboldened by his warm praise, I asked if he would not consent to sit for me during an evening so I could capture his likeness. I told him about Marianne's fondness for a miniature of our grand-uncle, which she wears round her neck, and the pleasure I derive from a likeness I drew of my own late father and said I believed a portrait of him would be very precious to Miss Williams. Though he was still among us, I added, and I hoped would remain for many years, distance did separate them more often than not and I was sure she would appreciate a memento of someone so dear to her. Though he seemed a bit taken aback, he said that if he would always do his best to indulge in any pleasure of mine and that he would be glad to sit for me, though he did not think himself an interesting subject. He also seemed very touched that I had expressed an interest in seeing to Miss Williams' comfort and I am sure he left the house feeling as happy as I am at this moment.

NEWSPAPER ANNOUNCEMENT
Saturday, February 16, 1798
London
Birth Announcements

Sir Percy Blakeney, Bart. and Lady Blakeney of Blakeney Manor, Richmond welcome the addition of a daughter, Violet Yvonne, to their family. Lady Blakeney was formerly Mademoiselle Marguerite St Just of Paris.

Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Palmer, Esq. of Cleveland, Somersetshire are pleased to inform the healthy birth of their son and heir, Thomas Palmer II. Mrs. Palmer was formerly Miss Jennings of this city.

LETTER FROM ELINOR DASHWOOD TO MRS DASHWOOD
Saturday, February 16, 1798
Berkeley Street

Dear Mama,

We have had some pleasant news: Charlotte. Palmer has given birth to a healthy son and heir who shall be christened Thomas Palmer after his father. Mrs. Jennings is immensely pleased and is constantly with her daughter. Do not fear we are being neglected, however, for the Middletons have particularly requested our presence in Conduit Street during this time, despite the fact that the Miss Steels already keep them company. This temporary change of scene does not seem to matter to Marianne one way or another, as she still seems rather indifferent to her surroundings. I'm pleased to say, however, that I now have no problems in convincing her to leave the house though she still shows no enjoyment of our activities.

John and Fanny have been in Town for over a week now and we have been in their company a number of times. On Tuesday we dined with them and made the acquaintance of Mrs. Ferrars and Mr. Robert Ferrars. I shall simply say that they reminded me much more of Fanny than of Edward. Mrs. Ferrars was not particularly warm to us, but as I am sure we are not to be much in company it does not signify.

Edward is also in town and though he was not present at the dinner he paid us a call the next day. Marianne was quite glad to see him and he also had the opportunity of seeing Lucy Steele, with whom, I am sure you remember, he has been long acquainted from his days under her uncle Pratt's care in Longstaple.

I shall close now Mama, for we have been invited by Mrs. Dennison, a friend of Fanny's, to attend a musical party and shall be departing soon. Please send all my love to Margaret.

Your, &c., &c.
Elinor D.

LETTER FROM COLONEL BRANDON TO ELIZA WILLIAMS
Thursday, February 22, 1798
St James Street, London

Dear Eliza,

I hope you and the child are keeping well and that your work has been proving satisfactory.

Here in London things have not materially changed, though we have had some good news recently as Mrs. Palmer (whom you might remember as Miss Charlotte Jennings) gave birth to a little boy of her own a few days ago. I have been often in company with the Middletons, who always have a large acquaintance around them.

I send with this letter a likeness of myself as drawn by the competent hands of my friend Miss Dashwood, who has managed to capture me exactly with her talents though I am certainly not a great subject. I sat for the drawing and now send it to you at her particular request, for she believes that having a reminder of my face shall be as great a comfort to you as the likeness of her late father has proven to be a comfort to her. With the picture, Miss Dashwood sends her compliments and expresses her sincere happiness in you and Kit being well settled in Bincombe. On her kindness and thoughtfulness I am sure I need not expound on.

I shall set out for a few days at Delaford at the end of March and shall stop by to see you then. I shall write again when my plans are more fixed.

I am, &c., &c.
C. Brandon

LETTER FROM ELIZA WILLIAMS TO COLONEL BRANDON [LATER SHOWN TO ELINOR DASHWOOD]
Thursday, February 22, 1798
Bincombe, Dorsetshire

Dear Uncle Brandon,

I thank you most heartily for your last. Kit and I are doing very well and he has grown prodigiously since you last saw him. My work has been improving much under the influence of Mrs. Ward, who has proven to be a stern, but fair taskmaster.

The likeness of yourself you sent me has indeed been a great comfort to me, for it is a constant reminder of your unfailing goodness and protection. I cannot express the joy I felt in receiving it, especially as it was accompanied by the knowledge that it was purposely done by Miss Dashwood for me. You need not elaborate on her goodness and kindness, for I feel it most keenly. I am very moved not only by the gift of the picture, which is invaluable to me, but also by her solicitude on my behalf, undeserved as it may be. Please convey to her my great gratitude and best wishes for her continued health and happiness.

I remain, your grateful cousin,
Eliza Williams

Part 4

Posted on 2011-04-30

LETTER FROM ELINOR DASHWOOD TO MRS DASHWOOD
Thursday, March 8, 1798
Berkeley Street

Dear Mama,

I shall preface this by saying that we are all well. We have had, however, some surprising news that have brought Marianne a little low and I am afraid they might have a similar effect on you and Margaret. I can assure you, however, that I myself am perfectly well and have no cause to repine.

It has now accidentally become public knowledge that our friend, Edward Ferrars, has been engaged these four years to Lucy Steele. You may well be surprised Mama, as I confess to have been myself when Lucy told me of it in December, asking for utmost secrecy. You can well imagine that as Lucy has neither rank nor fortune Mrs. Ferrars has not looked kindly upon the match (though Lucy had previously been a great favorite with herself and Fanny) and has cut of Edward entirely. It was the justifiable fear of just such a reaction that kept Edward and Lucy silent on the subject for so many years, but the matter was at last taken out of their hands by a well meaning, but misplaced comment of the elder Miss Steele.

Despite the persuasion and threats of his family, Edward has not been moved. Man of integrity that he is, Edward is determined to do his duty to Lucy and honor his commitment to her though he has no prospects but the £100 a year his own money furnishes him. He is now, it seems, determined to take orders and look for a situation which might enable them to marry.

I am sure, Mama, that you shall admire his moral rectitude in standing by Lucy and maintaining the engagement and wish him well, just as I do. Mrs. Jennings is of the opinion that they shall soon settle quite comfortably together, for Lucy knows how to manage a small income and I wish with all my heart that she may be right.

I remain, yours &c., &c.,
Elinor D.

ELINOR'S DIARY
Friday, March 9, 1798
Berkeley Street

The entire affair has finally come out. The impudence of Nancy Steele revealed all to Fanny and now she and Lucy have been forced out of Harley Street. The reaction on the side of Edward's family is what was to be expected. Fanny's nerves suffered a severe shock and Mrs. Ferrars disappointment and dismay were great. She tried to convince Edward by all means possible to give up the engagement and when enticements failed resorted to threats. But Edward would not be moved – his honor was engaged and he would not take anything else, including his own feelings, into consideration.

Though I do feel sorry for all he has been going through, I am glad to say that the confirmation of his commitment to Lucy brought me no pain. I was pained, however, to have to remove from Marianne the hope of Edward and I marrying one day, a belief I now understand to have been her chief consolation through everything that she has gone through. She listened in horror through my entire account and burst into tears at the end of it. She was exceedingly miserable over the entire affair and seemed for a little while to hold Edward as an equal to Willoughby. Displeased as I had been with Edward's actions, I could not allow this and gently tried to show her that though Edward did act wrongly, he never did violate any promises, spoken or otherwise, or act towards me in a manner lacking decorum. She did allow that he was not so bad, but to Lucy she could not be reconciled and in that respect I did not try to change her mind.

Marianne wondered very much at my composure and asked me if I did not feel much after all. I was saddened and a bit angry at that – I told her I most certainly did feel it exceedingly, but that in the months since we had left Norland I came to entertain doubts about Edward's actions and that his subsequent visit to us and the final revelation about his engagement which was given to me by none other than Lucy showed me that he was not the man I had once supposed him to be. I confessed to still liking him very well, but that I no longer held him in high respect and thus could no longer feel for him as I once did.

I told her that this entire process was neither sudden nor painless; that I did go through a lot of confusion, sadness and anger and that all of this affected me exceedingly and brought me low, though I did my best not to show it. I pointed out that I knew this news would be extremely disappointing to some who were very dear to me and that I could not, in good conscience, make them suffer on my behalf if I could possibly avoid it. I do no think I convinced her of my indifference, but so moved was she by the consciousness of her own actions spreading pain that I managed to convince her not to act with any bitterness on the subject and to face both Lucy and Edward with as much cordiality as she possibly could.

The trials are not yet over, however, for I know my mother and Meg shall also be very sorry when they hear of it. I wrote to Mama yesterday so she would not find out by other means and made as clear as I could without using the actual words that I was not particularly pained by all this and that my heart is no longer attached to Edward.

My brother John came this morning to share some of the particulars with us, leaving Marianne quite indignant towards Mrs. Ferrars' behavior and much more sympathetic towards Edward. A more pleasant visit we have had this evening, for the Colonel came to call. As Marianne and Mrs. Jennings were surprisingly united in disgust towards Mrs. Ferrars' actions concerning Edward and spent a long time disparaging that lady's supposed maternal feelings, the Colonel and I were left to conduct our conversation alone.

Though I could see he did not want to be intrusive, I sensed that he was concerned about me, having guessed that the young man than once held my affections, the infamous "Mr. F", was Edward Ferrars (a conjecture, I am extremely glad to say, that Mrs. Jennings no longer considered). Though I could not bring myself to be blunt about it, I did let him know that he was right, but as I no longer felt for Edward what I once did I now only felt sorry for the situation he found himself in. Though the Colonel also seemed to feel for Edward, my assertions that I was not pained seem to raise his spirits.

Hoping to raise my own had it been needed, he had brought a letter he had recently received from Miss Williams, detailing how happy she was with the likeness and how grateful to me for thinking of her. Though I was gratified that my scheme had brought good results, I could not help but be affected by the humbled tone of her letter and the reality of her situation which came to my mind stronger than ever in face of her words on paper. I thought of Marianne, pale and dejected as she has been, and imagined how much worse it could all have turned out.

With the heavy knowledge that my sister was barely spared this fate, I told the Colonel how much I admired him for taking such good care of Miss Williams. He seemed very grave at that, and said that it was the least he could do, for it was his fault she had the opportunity to make such a misstep in the first place. I could not let him abuse himself so and was perhaps a bit too warm in my defense of his character, for he turned to me in the end with a slight smile and said: "I am exceedingly glad you think so well of me, Elinor."

How I blushed at hearing him call me by my Christian name! He seemed to collect himself in an instance and realize what he had said, for he colored a little as well. He did try to apologize for taking a liberty, but I could not let him. Such a good and true friend as he has been to me, I said, has certainly the right to use my name if he so wished and I would be very pleased if he would. He smiled fully at that and thanked me. He also added that if it were simply a question of merits of friendship, he would certainly have invited to call me Christopher long before then, but that he was afraid that it would not perhaps be quite proper for now at least. While I agreed with him and said I would be quite happy to continue to call him Colonel, in the privacy of my own thoughts I shall now make free to call him Christopher as often as I choose.

LETTER FROM MRS DASHWOOD TO ELINOR DASHWOOD
Monday, March 12, 1789
Barton Cottage

My dear Elinor,

What news! I could scarcely believe it when I read your letter. Engaged these four years and to Lucy Steel of all people! And you knowing of this for so long and not saying a word – how brave and composed you have been, my love!

I shall not pain you, my dear, with certain allusions, but shall only say that I feel sorry for him for he has to know most keenly the prize he could have had for the asking had he not acted rashly when young. Still, considering the despicable actions of certain men who do not stand by their commitments, I cannot fault him for acting with honor even when I know all his feelings must be rebelling against it. I do hope, most sincerely, that he shall find some measure of happiness, though I for one doubt it very much.

I miss you and Marianne dreadfully and shall be very glad to see you both restored to me.

Your loving Mama,
L. Dashwood

NOTE FROM MARGARET DASHWOOD TO ELINOR DASHWOOD, SCRIBLED IN MRS DASHWOOD'S LETTER
Monday, March 12, 1789
Barton Cottage

Dear Elinor,
All men in the world are very dumb indeed and I have decided that I shall never marry. I hope you are not mad if I say I still like Edward a little and though I am very mad at him I do not think him as horrid as Willougby. I think he has been very stupid in choosing Lucy over you – I never liked her one bit and cannot think that he does. I cannot see why he should have picked her – Miss Grey at least had lots of money, but Lucy I think has even less than us. I hope you and Marianne come back soon for I have missed you.
Your sister,
Margaret

LETTER FROM LUCY STEELE TO ELINOR DASHWOOD
Monday, March 12, 1798
Bartlett's Building

"I hope my dear Miss Dashwood will excuse the liberty I take of writing to her; but I know your friendship for me will make you pleased to hear such a good account of myself and my dear Edward, after all the troubles we have went through lately, therefore will make no more apologies, but proceed to say that, thank God! though we have suffered dreadfully, we are both quite well now, and as happy as we must always be in one another's love. We have had great trials, and great persecutions, but however, at the same time, gratefully acknowledge many friends, yourself not the least among them, whose great kindness I shall always thankfully remember, as will Edward too, who I have told of it. I am sure you will be glad to hear, as likewise dear Mrs. Jennings, I spent two happy hours with him yesterday afternoon, he would not hear of our parting, though earnestly did I, as I thought my duty required, urge him to it for prudence sake, and would have parted for ever on the spot, would he consent to it; but he said it should never be, he did not regard his mother's anger, while he could have my affections; our prospects are not very bright, to be sure, but we must wait, and hope for the best; he will be ordained shortly; and should it ever be in your power to recommend him to any body that has a living to bestow, am very sure you will not forget us, and dear Mrs. Jennings too, trust she will speak a good word for us to Sir John, or Mr. Palmer, or any friend that may be able to assist us.--Poor Anne was much to blame for what she did, but she did it for the best, so I say nothing; hope Mrs. Jennings won't think it too much trouble to give us a call, should she come this way any morning, 'twould be a great kindness, and my cousins would be proud to know her.--My paper reminds me to conclude; and begging to be most gratefully and respectfully remembered to her, and to Sir John, and Lady Middleton, and the dear children, when you chance to see them, and love to Miss Marianne,
I am, &c."
Lucy Steele

EXPRESS FROM ELINOR DASHWOOD TO MRS DASHWOOD
Tuesday, March 13, 1798
Berkeley Street

Dear Mama,

Be not alarmed in receiving this letter by express for we are all quite well. Time, however, is of the essence and thus the diligence in sending this missive.

Mrs. Palmer being quite recuperated, plans have been made for her family to go to Cleveland at the end of the month for the Easter holidays. She extended a warm invitation to us along with Mrs. Jennings and as this invitation was seconded by Mr. Palmer himself with such sincere politeness I have taken the liberty of accepting it conditional to your approval. Being at Cleveland puts us considerably closer to Barton and as Marianne much desires to return home (a desire I also share, though perhaps with less intensity) I think this would be a good first step towards it. From there other travel arrangements can certainly be made with much more ease and – considering I do not think there is a need for us to remain in Cleveland above a week – the prospect of being home in as little as three weeks has soften Marianne's mind towards her initial objections to being in Somersetshire.

Please let us know, Mama, as soon as may be if these plans meet your approval. Until then I remain,

Yours, &c, &c.,
Elinor D.

LETTER FROM MR HORNER, DELAFORD'S STEWARD, TO COLONEL BRANDON
Tuesday, March 13, 1798
Delaford

Dear Colonel,

It is my sad duty to inform you of the passing of Mr. Malone who has held the rectory at Barton these many years. I am told that his illness was rather sudden, but not unexpected considering his advanced years.

Mr. Donne has agreed to continue his duties as curate for as long as needed until another incumbent for the living can be found. If these arrangements are not satisfactory or if you wish me to make inquiries regarding worthy persons looking for a preferment, please inform me so I can act accordingly.

I respectfully remain, your servant,
George Horner

EXPRESS FROM MRS DASHWOOD TO ELINOR DASHWOOD
Wednesday, March 14, 1798
Barton Cottage

Dear Elinor,

I certainly have no objections to the plan. The journey from Barton to Cleveland takes but one day – though a very long one at that – and I can easily send John to meet you in Bristol to attend you down. I confess that I long for the company of my girls and the prospect of seeing them in but a few weeks gladdens my heart.

Your ever fond Mama,
L. Dashwood

NOTE FROM ELINOR DASHWOOD TO EDWARD FERRARS [UNFINISHED]
Thursday, March 15, 1798
Berkeley Street

Dear Mr Ferrars,

I would be much obliged if you could pay me the compliment of a call in Berkeley Street. As I understand everything is now set for you to take orders, I have some news which I believe could prove to be --

ELINOR'S DIARY
Thursday, March 15, 1798
Berkeley Street

What a day this has been! I cannot rest until I lay down the whole of it, though I am glad to say that the moments of awkwardness I had to endure did not come close to disrupting the happiness I feel.

I received Mama's positive reply this morning, which means our plans for Cleveland are now fixed. Soon after that Christopher came to call on us and I had the happiness of learning he is to come to Cleveland as well, though he shall follow with Mr. Palmer a day or two after us.

He most sincerely wished to be of use to Marianne and myself and said he would be very pleased to ride alongside his carriage and escort us to Barton himself. I told him his company would always be welcome, but that there was no need for him to trouble himself with such a tiring journey as other arrangements had been made. He was silent for a moment and then – oh, I shiver to remember! – looked me in the eyes and said that there was one subject in particular he very much desired to discuss with my mother in person.

It was not a declaration – indeed it could not be a declaration sitting as we were in Mrs. Jennings' parlor – but I understood him perfectly. I have, until now, refrained from writing down these words, but I no longer see a reason to be so cautious. He loves me, I am sure, just as much as I love him, and desires to make me his wife.

The joy I felt at the moment of being suddenly certain of what I have long suspected I cannot describe. I returned his look just as intensely and assured him that not only was I sure of my mother being very glad to receive him and granting whatever requests he may have, for my own part nothing could make me happier than having the pleasure of his company for as long as possible.

He smiled then – such a genuine, heartfelt smile as to transform his face entirely. How handsome does he look when he smiles like that! I could not help but smile in return and for a moment we just gazed at each other. He collected himself soon, however, and in a much more serious tone asked my opinion regarding a certain subject.

Christopher then went on to tell me that he felt quite sorry for Edward Ferrar's situation, knowing firsthand what it is to suffer the caprice of one's family. He wished, he said, to be of use to him, for he seemed to be a good man who was acting honorably in difficult circumstances despite whatever reservations he might now have regarding his past choices.

I agreed that Mr. Ferrars was indeed a good man and deserving of any help that could be extended to him. Christopher then went on to say just this morning he had received a letter telling him that the living at Delaford was now vacant and that he would be glad to offer it to Edward if I had no objections to it. He went on to say that it was a rectory worth but £200 per annum – this would not allow him to marry, but it would certainly be an improvement over his current situation.

I was first quite moved by his disinterested kindnesses and then confused at his asking me if I had any objections. I soon recollected, however, what I know of Barton and remembered that the rectory and the mansion-house are quite near each other. He wanted to let me know that this would mean that Edward – and later Lucy – would be constantly in my company and wanted to make sure I would not be uncomfortable.

I cannot say in truth that the prospect pleased me. Were it Edward alone, I would not regard it, but bearing the constant company of Lucy would be a trial indeed. But the friendship I still feel for Edward and the knowledge of him not being able to marry soon prevailed and I told Christopher that I certainly could have no objections to his generosity and kindness.

He seemed a little unsure in face of my reply, for he said, quite boldly, that as he hoped most sincerely for the pleasure of my coming to Delaford one day, he would hate of my having any sources of discomfort there. I replied, just as boldly, that I was sure that all sources of happiness that would abound from me being at Delaford would most certainly outstrip whatever discomfort the neighborhood might afford.

Christopher seemed convinced and we then went on to discuss the state of the living and the necessary improvements to the house, though we both knew that was not the subject that we most wished to discuss. I undertook the task of writing to Edward and telling him of the offer – for though there might be some awkwardness now, I thought it best to get it out of the way – and as Christopher left the house we were both consoled in the fact that we will soon be at Cleveland and have many opportunities to discuss whatever we wish.

Soon afterwards Mrs. Jennings came to me to say though she had tried to avoid it, she overheard parts of our discussion and was quite happy with how things had turned out. At first I was quite afraid that she had heard the entirety of our conversation and understood its nuances, but soon reasoned that she must be talking of the living and prospects for Mr. Ferrars. Wanting to make sure, however, I brought up the matter of Lucy and Edward quite particularly, concurred with her about it being a great thing and praised the Colonel's benevolence in doing so disinterested a thing out of the goodness of his heart. What was not my surprise to find out that she had thought me engaged, though not through discerning any clues, but simply by misunderstanding what had been said regarding the parsonage. She was not disappointed, however, in exchanging one piece of good news for another and left the house feeling extremely pleased and rather confident about Edward and Lucy's ability to subsist with such a small income.

I felt much better once the entire matter was cleared up, but I do not believe I shall attempt to discuss any delicate matters under her roof again. Like Marianne, I am very much looking forward to Cleveland and the privacy its paths will afford.

I sat down to pen a note asking Edward to come see me when, to my surprise, he was announced. He had been leaving his farewell card (he was to Oxford on the morrow), he said, when he met Mrs. Jennings at the door and she urged him to come speak with me for I had something in particular to tell him. I confess that I would have wished a bit more time to prepare myself before meeting him, but it did not matter. I told him of Christopher's offer and congratulated him with unfeigned sincerity.

His astonishment far outstripped his happiness; indeed, I am not sure that he was particularly happy at the news. I have long since suspected that he regrets his attachment to Lucy, though he has decided – quite rightly – to honor it and was not surprised that anything that might hasten their marriage would not be viewed as particularly welcome. This had crossed my mind when Christopher brought up the matter of the parsonage, but I though the advantages of a position and employment would outstrip whatever disadvantages it might bring.

Whatever Edward's true feelings at the moment might be, he thanked me profusely (for he considered me solely responsible for the preferement, though I denied it) and went to St James's Street to meet the Colonel and thank him in person. As I saw him go I was happy to contemplate that I had not deluded myself in my assertions to Christopher – whatever awkwardness there must exist in the situation (and in the presence of Lucy, there shall always exist some), I am convinced more than ever that it will not be a deterrent to the happiness I shall experience at Delaford.

LETTER FROM MRS JENNINGS TO MRS PALMER
Thursday, March 15, 1798
Berkeley Street

My dear Charlotte,

I am afraid I shall be so busy with calls this day and the next that I shall be prevented from coming to see you and my dear young Tom but I could not meanwhile keep you in the dark about certain happenings which involve some of our nearest acquaintances.

Miss D. received her mama's consent to their coming to Cleveland with us and soon after the Colonel came to call – not surprising at all for he is with us almost every day. – and he and Miss D. were soon chattering away as they always are, lost in their own little world, when I chanced to hear some of what was being said. Such talk of "it not taking place very soon" and Miss D. being "much obliged" that it will not astonish you, my dear, that I was convinced that matters were finally settled between them and that I could wish them joy at last. I did so immediately after the Colonel left us and how surprised I was then to learn that no engagement had taken place!

You might well wonder, my dear, but do not let the disappointment linger, for the news that followed could not be better: it seems that the dear Colonel, much moved by the plight of Lucy and her young man and the injustice of his wicked family, has decided to bestow on him the living at Delaford which is now vacant. Such generosity! I am sure Mr. Edward was quite overcome when he heard of it, for when I left the house for the day he was coming to pay his goodbyes and Miss D. surely told him all of it.

I shall go see Lucy tomorrow and I am sure I will find her as happy as can be, for though the Colonel does not think they can marry with such an income, I am sure Lucy shall be able to manage it quite well though I am afraid she shall not be able to have my Betty's sister as a housemaid for they shall have no more than £300 a year, for the living is worth but £200 and I am sure Lucy shall come with nothing but perhaps a few new wedding clothes.

Whatever the drawbacks of the situation I declare that I have had no such good news since yours and I am sure that I shall be visiting Lucy at the parsonage before Michaelmas. And however much they might attempt to conceal it, I am sure this same happiness bestowed on Mr. Edward and Lucy shall soon come to pass to another pair of our acquaintance and tough things are not yet settled between Miss D. and the Colonel (and I despair at understanding what could possibly delay them), I shall be very much surprised, my love, if in a year or two we do not have a young Miss Brandon to pair with your young Mr. Palmer!

Your ever fond mama.
C. Jennings

ELINOR'S DIARY
Monday, March 26, 1798
Berkeley Street

We shall set for Cleveland in a week, but it shall be a long week indeed for Christopher has left; he is gone to Dorsetshire as he has unavoidable business at Delaford. He also intends to see Miss Williams and her son and has promised to send them my best regards.

Though I shall not attempt to deny that I will miss him very much, I am in somewhat relieved that we shall no longer have to confine our conversations to the drawing-rooms of Berkeley and Conduit Streets. Ever since our conversation about the Delaford living was half-overheard by Mrs. Jennings, she has done her utmost best to encourage us – which means her teasing (and as a result of it Sir John's) has become ever present. Mrs. Jennings's persuasion of our attachment would give me more trouble if I thought it had come more from our behavior towards each other than from her desire to see us both settled. She means well, I know, and the fact that both she and Sir John have refrained from teasing us in Marianne's presence (being mindful of certain painful associations) has made me much more lenient that I would otherwise have been. Christopher feels no embarrassment for himself and, as long as he is reassured I am comfortable, meets me with such open pleasure, converses so readily and defers to my opinion on so many subjects that I see very well that any attempts at denial would be fruitless.

I have, indeed, no wish to deny or conceal anything and considering the experiences we have had, I think an announcement should be made as soon as possible. I do think that nothing should be said, however, until my mother's consent is properly obtained and the news broken to Marianne as gently as possible. I do not know what kind of reaction my sister shall have. I do not doubt that she will be happy for me, but I fear that she shall be consumed by unhappy memories of her own. I am afraid all I can do now is hope for the best.

LETTER FROM COLONEL BRANDON TO HIS SISTER, MRS HAYWORTH
Thursday, March 29, 1798
The Mansion-House at Delaford

My dear Emma,

I have been strangely reticent with you and unsure of whether or not I should commit these words to paper before matters are definitely settled. But I must share my join in some way and you are the only confidant I can trust with this, for my other true friend is part of the matter.

Can you guess from these nonsensical ramblings what I mean? If you cannot, do not let it disturb you, for you are very wise in other matters. Had you not long since told me to move from the past and open my eyes to what is in front of me? I have done so, my dear sister, and it is with great pleasure that I tell you that very soon I shall be an engaged man.

However much you might have hoped for this turn of events, I am sure you are very much surprised. I have been surprised myself at how naturally everything came to be, but I shall not stand in doubt of my good fortune. The weeks I have spent in my dear Elinor's company, the long conversations we have had – all this has left me with no doubt that her feelings for me are the same as my own for her.

We have not had the privacy or opportunity to settle things as I might wish, but I have made my intentions clear and she has managed to assure me of her acceptance. Though I was obliged to leave her for some days to see to business at Delaford, I am to Cleveland for the Easter holidays, where I shall have the pleasure of Elinor's company for a week before escorting her and her sister to their mother at Barton, at which time I expect to ask Mrs. Dashwood for her consent. In a fortnight all should be settled and I can promise you I shall write to you as soon as may be.

Sending all my love to you and yours, I remain,
Your foolishly besotted brother,
Christopher B.

LETTER FROM COLONEL BRANDON TO MRS DASHWOOD
Thursday, March 29, 1798
The Mansion-House at Delaford

Dear Mrs. Dashwood,

I hope you and Miss Margaret have been well and are enjoying the first signs of spring at Barton. It is a season of much beauty in the County and one I am sure will be much appreciated.

I write, Madam, to convey my services to your daughters for their return home. I have also had the honor of being invited to Cleveland for the Easter holidays and would wish to be of use and act as an escort to the Miss Dashwoods the following week. I plan to ride alongside the carriage, ensuring protection and propriety at all times and sparing you the trouble of sending your man-servant. Please do not be concerned with any potential trouble for myself, for not only am I most glad to be of use to your daughters, but also determined to come to Barton in any case. I have, Madam, the honor of needing to address you on a particular subject which is very dear to me and have been quite reassured by Miss Elinor that it should be taken to you with as much expedience as possible. Unless you express any concerns at this course of action, Madam, I expect to see you in a fort-night at Barton.

I remain, dear Madam, &c., &c.
Christopher Brandon

LETTER FROM MRS DASHWOOD TO ELINOR
Monday, April 2, 1798
Barton Cottage

Dear Elinor,

I have had a letter from Colonel Brandon this morning which has much excited my spirits. Besides offering his services to escort you and Marianne home (which I thought prodigiously kind of him) he added a very specific reason for his coming to Barton. He wrote, and here I quote him directly, that "I have, Madam, the honor of needing to address you on a particular subject which is very dear to me and have been quite reassured by Miss Elinor that it should be taken to you with as much expedience as possible." There can only be one possible explanation for this, my dear and I confess that I was very surprised at reading it.

Do not take my surprise, my love, for displeasure, for nothing could be farther from the truth. How can I be displeased, when it comes to the Colonel? Such an upright, principled man – such a great friend as he has been to us! Indeed I could be nothing but pleased. I would caution you, however, my dear, to be very sure of what you are doing. You have shown yourself to be much composed in face of certain recent revelations, but I know what a warm heart beats under my Elinor's composure. Be certain, my love, absolutely certain, that this course of action is being taken with nothing but your future happiness in mind. Your dear Papa taught me that second chances can be even more precious than first ones and I hope with all my heart that this proves to be the case for you.

If that is indeed the case, please reassure the Colonel that he is always welcome at Barton and that I shall have the greatest pleasure in receiving him.

Your fond mama,
L. Dashwood

ELINOR'S DIARY
Thursday, April 5, 1798
Cleveland

We arrived at Cleveland yesterday forenoon and I have found it a very agreeable place. Though there is no park the pleasant-grounds are tolerably extensive and Marianne wondered through them for a while until the rain made us all keep to the house. All in all we have been much more comfortable than I expected, for as Mrs. Palmer is distracted by her child and Mrs. Jennings by her carpet-work, our discourse has been brief and pleasant.

Mr. Palmer and Christopher arrived today after a long morning of continued rain. He was very pleased to see me after we had been away from each other for so long (we though it prudent not to write yet) and made no attempt to conceal it. He has written to my mother about his plan of accompanying us to Barton, a fact that I was aware of because her reply arrived a few hours before he did. She is happy about the affair – a fact that pleases me immensely – though a bit concerned – something that does not surprise me. I shall write to her soon and reassure her as best I can for my sake at least; I wish I could do the same about Marianne. I thought being in the countryside would perhaps improve her spirits, but being but thirty miles from Combe seems to negate that effect. I hope most heartily that the freedom to wonder she will regain once the rain ceases will manage to do what our removal from London has failed to.

LETTER FROM ELINOR DASHWOOD TO MRS DASHWOOD
Saturday, April 7, 1798
Cleveland

Dear Mama,

I hope you and Meg have been keeping well and are as anxious for our return as we are to be home.

Cleveland is a very pleasant place and Mr. and Mrs. Palmer have been extremely agreeable hosts. Marianne has taken to wonder through the pleasure grounds by herself and I am afraid that their dampness due to the recent rains has made her a bit unwell. I have pressed her to take care and though she maintains nothing is wrong I will see to it that she rests. I am sure she will be settled to rights in a day or two.

The grounds did not hold as many attractions to me as they did to Marianne for I have found the company in the house much more pleasing than any great prospect. In fact, I can think of no one in whose company I've had greater pleasure that the Colonel's. He asks me to send his regards and says he is very much looking forward to seeing you once more. As you will have many opportunities to be much in his company in the future I do most sincerely hope that you shall come to esteem him as much as I do.

Your loving daughter,
Elinor D.

NOTE FROM MARIANNE DASHWOOD TO MRS DASHWOOD, SCRIBLED IN ELINOR'S LETTER
Saturday, April 7, 1798
Cleveland

Dear Mama,

Do not be needlessly alarmed by whatever Elinor says – I feel perfectly well and the fresh air in the grounds has done me nothing but good. I cannot wait to be home and have the pleasure of your company again.

Yours,
Marianne

LETTER FROM MRS DASHWOOD TO ELINOR DASHWOOD
Monday, April 9, 1798
Barton Cottage

Dear Elinor,

Though you have not abandoned your usual reticence, my love, the message is clear and I shall lay back my concerns and simply be happy for you. My concerns for your sister, however, I cannot ignore so easily. I do hope you have the right of it and that she has by now completely recovered, but if that is not the case do not hesitate in insisting she remain a-bed or calling the local medical man to attend her. Colds can be quite serious and should be treated as such. I hope to see you all before the week is out to reassure myself of Marianne being truly well.

Until then, I remain,
Your worried mama,
L. Dashwood

LETTER FROM ELINOR DASHWOOD TO MRS DASHWOOD
Wednesday, April 11, 1798
Cleveland

Dear Mama,

I am afraid Marianne's indisposition shall delay us at Cleveland for longer than we should otherwise have wished it, for though we have had a kind and warm welcome, we both long to be home. Be not, alarmed, however, for she is in no danger. I am sure we shall be able to travel early next week and the Colonel has put himself at our disposal when it comes to the new arrangements. Mrs. Jennings sends her best to you and assures you that she is looking after Marianne as if she were one of her own girls, a fact I can attest to.

I shall stop now for Marianne is stirring and I shall return to her side.

Your loving daughter,
Elinor

LETTER FROM ELINOR DASHWOOD TO JOHN DASHWOOD
Friday, April 13, 1798
Cleveland

Dear brother John,

I hope that Fanny has completely recovered from her indispositions and that matters regarding her family have improved.

Though our plans were to return to Barton yesterday, I am afraid we have had to defer them. Marianne has caught a cold and is, I am afraid, quite unwell. The apothecary comes everyday and though she has yet to improve at least her condition has not worsened. I shall keep you informed of her condition as best as possible.

I am, &c., &c.,
Elinor Dashwood

LETTER FROM MRS DASHWOOD TO ELINOR DASHWOOD
Friday, April 13, 1798
Barton Cottage

Dear Elinor,

I am afraid you reassurances have not been enough and I am very uneasy about Marianne. I have talked to Careys and they assured me they shall be more than happy for to have Margaret in Newton for a few days should my presence at Cleveland become necessary. Do not hesitate, dear Elinor, to send for me if there is need, for I am sure that nothing could be better for Marianne than her mother's nursing.

Your worried mama,
L. Dashwood

LETTER FROM MRS JENNINGS TO THE MIDDLETONS
Friday, April 13, 1798
Cleveland

My dear Mary and Sir John,

How it pains me to sit down to write such a letter! Miss Marianne, you see, who has been so unhappy since the truth about Mr. W. came out, has let her taste for solitary rambles in the wet grass develop into a most violent cold – a putrid fever in the apothecary own words! Charlotte and the baby have gone to the Westons, for we could not be calm with such a risk in the house – Charlotte was so frightened and ill at ease that I advised to go to Bath to take the waters before reaching Margate House.

But the poor girl! It is not her fault at all, but I am afraid she'll pay sorely for it. Miss Elinor, bless her, tries to make the best of it and nurses her sister constantly, but I do not believe much more can be done despite all of Mr. Harrison's efforts. Weak as she has been, no poultice can help her now. Dear, dear child! How fond I am of her! How unfortunate it is to see one so young go! And poor Mrs. Dashwood – I cannot imagine how her sufferings will be. If I had lost one of my girls I am sure I would have gone mad – and dear Mary I know your heart would not be less affected if one of your precious babes were to be taken from you. What a sad, sad business. It is all his fault of course – he robbed her of her health and the advantages of youth and left her no strength to fight this horrible illness. If I should ever chance to see him again I shall be sure to let him know who is responsible for poor Miss Marianne's march into an early grave.

Mr. Palmer has followed Charlotte to the Westons, for she was much uneasy without him, but the Colonel remains with us. He talked of going away, of course, but I insisted on his staying and Mr. Palmer – of all people! – agreed with me. Though I asked him to stay for my sake – a piket partner in the evenings would be most agreeable in this empty house for Miss Dashwood is above with her sister constantly – the truth is I could not bear to send the Colonel away while his beloved Miss D. is so uneasy for her poor sister. No, no, it would not do – to deprive them both of every comfort would only serve to make them miserable and they shall be miserable enough as it is when Miss Marianne is gone. The Colonel agreed to stay, of course, and I could see it was what he wanted all along and that Miss D. was much easier with his staying with us. They do not talk much for Miss D. is a very conscientious nurse – not a lot of experience, but such admirable good will and willingness to learn! – but when they do speak you can see that they are much happier. I do wish they will not follow an entire year of mourning before getting married – nothing will be as good to raise Miss Elinor's spirits as being Mistress of Delaford and I am sure her mama will be so much comforted by her marrying that she will not insist in her remaining a Miss Dashwood above six months.

I shall close now for I am called above stairs. Keep us all in our prayers, for though they cannot change what will happen, they shall comfort us exceedingly.

Yours, &c., &c.,
C. Jennings

LETTER FROM JOHN DASHWOOD TO ELINOR DASHWOOD
Sunday, 15 April, 1798
Harley Street

Dear Elinor,

I am extremely sorry to hear that Marianne is unwell though not, I am afraid, much surprised. I found her so altered this winter – her youth and bloom so completely gone – that learning that her constitution has also suffered was only to expected. I sincerely wish Marianne a speedy recovery and I do hope you shall take care of yourself as well Elinor, for it will do you no good to ruin your own health and looks.

Things in London have not changed much since you quit town. Fanny and Mrs. Ferrars have rallied a bit from their bitter disappointment, though not yet completely overcome it. They are strong women and shall make the best of it, despite the dejection of spirits which at times still overpower them. We know nothing of our unfortunate Edward, and can make no enquiries on so prohibited a subject, but conclude him to be still at Oxford.

Hoping to have good news from you soon, I remain,
Your brother,
John D.

LETTER FROM ELINOR DASHWOOD TO MRS DASHWOOD [UNSENT]
Sunday, April 15, 1798
Cleveland

Dear Mama,

I have good news. This morning Mr. Harris came and declared Marianne to be "materially better." Her symptoms have all improved and I am sure that in a couple of days she will be restored to complete health. We might be able to travel by the end of the week, though I hesitate to fix a date just now. We shall send you a letter whenever our plans are fixed so you can prepare accordingly.

I shall close now, for I am called to Marianne's side.

Yours,
Elinor

NOTE FROM COLONEL BRANDON TO MR HARRIS
Sunday, April 15, 1798
Cleveland

Dear Mr. Harris,

Please come to Cleveland as soon as possible for Miss Marianne's condition has deteriorated alarmingly. I am going to Barton to fetch her mother, for we have reason to fear the worst.

I am &c.,
Colonel C. Brandon

NOTE FROM ELINOR DASHWOOD TO MRS DASHWOOD
Sunday, April 15, 1798
Cleveland

Mama,

Come to Cleveland as soon as you can for Marianne is very unwell and longs for you. Christopher has come to fetch you as you can see, so please do not waste time with needless preparations. I think it best that Meg does not come, but act as you think right.

Yours,
Elinor

NOTE FROM MR WILLOUGHBY TO MRS SOPHIA WILLOUGHBY
Monday, April 16, 1798
Bond Street

My Dear Madam,

Urgent business from Combe calls me unexpectedly to Somerset and away from your company. I expect I shall be able to return before the week is out.

I am, dear Madam, your most obedient humble servant,
John W.

LETTER FROM MRS DASHWOOD TO MARGARET DASHWOOD
Monday, April 16, 1798
Cleveland

My dearest Margaret,

Marianne is well and we can all breathe freely once more! How delightful it is to be able to commit these words to paper. By the time the Colonel and I arrived at Cleveland the worst had passed and her fever was gone. I am convinced that in a few days her strength shall return.

Dear Mrs. Jennings has been most kind through this and your sister Elinor's fortitude has been commendable. The dear Colonel has been invaluable as well, and I do not know what we would have done without him.

I hope you are well and enjoy your time in Newton now that there is nothing to fear. I know the two Miss Careys cannot make up for the company of your own dear sisters, but we shall soon all be reunited.

Until then, I remain,
Your loving mama,
L. Dashwood

LETTER FROM MRS JENNINGS TO MRS PALMER
Monday, April 16, 1798
Cleveland

My dear Charlotte,

She is safe! Though I had long since despaired Miss Marianne has rallied through her ordeal and is now out of danger. How happy we all are! Yesterday in the morning she seemed a tad better and I went early to bed and knew no better but on waking this morning what should I discover through Betty if not that Miss Marianne had such a bad night as she was sure few others could have gone through and that Miss D. insisted on sitting with her through it. So alarmed the poor dear was that she sent the Colonel to Barton to fetch Mrs. D, hoping she would arrive to say goodbye. But whatever treatments Mr. Harris worked – and very impressive they must have been for I had abandoned hope completely – she took a turn for the better before the sun came out and by the time I woke up was already on the mend. As I write to you now we are at any moment expecting Mrs. D and the Colonel and I am gratified that she shall have such wonderful news to greet her. When I think, dear Charlotte, of what she must have gone through during this journey, I pity her most heartily. If you were to be placed in such danger, how my heart would bleed!

But now that all is past and we must think of good things. There is, of course, none so good as a wedding and one shall come soon! Betty says she managed to glimpse quite a tender moment between the Colonel and Miss D. before he left to fetch her mother, and as Miss Marianne is on the mend I am sure they will not delay. You must come, dear Charlotte, to see for yourself how they have been acting with each other – such a pretty sight! Mr. Harris sees no danger of you coming back to the house at the end of the week, though he advises the babe avoiding Miss Marianne for a week or two after that. I shall then expect to see you Friday at the latest.

Your loving mama,
C. Jennings

LETTER FROM MRS JENNINGS TO THE MIDDLETONS
Monday, April 16, 1798
Cleveland

My dear children,

Miss Marianne has managed to return to us from the brink of death! How desolate we all were before, how certain that the poor dear would be taken from us! Such a night she passed, my Betty told me, that only a miracle can explain her making though it, but make through it she did and Mr. Harrison says that the danger is now over. We are soon expecting Mrs. D., for Miss D. was finally so convinced that her sister would not remain among us long that she send the Colonel to fetch her and of course he attended to her wish most promptly. What a pleasant surprise they shall have after what must have been a horrid journey!

Now that infection need no longer be feared Charlotte, Mr. Palmer and the babe will soon return to Cleveland. To that we will be adding another reason to rejoice – I have every reason to believe that now that the worst has passed, we shall soon have very good news we have long been anxious for. There is no reason to delay now and the Colonel is certainly not getting any younger! I do hope they'll hold the wedding at Barton, for a wedding breakfast at the Park would be just the thing and I am sure you'd be very glad to host it.

Yours, &c., &c.,
C. Jennings

LETTER FROM ELINOR DASHWOOD TO JOHN DASHWOOD
Tuesday, April 17, 1798
Cleveland

Dear brother John,

I have the great satisfaction of telling you that Marianne is now recuperating from her illness and no longer in any danger. We were very concerned for a while – so much so that the Colonel went to Barton to fetch my mother – but she is now completely out of danger. We expect to return to Barton in a week or so if all continues to go so well.

I hope you and your family have been keeping well.

I am, &c., &c,
Elinor Dashwood

ELINOR'S DIARY
Tuesday, April 17, 1798
Cleveland

Marianne lives.

Marianne lives, she will recover; she is restored to life and her friends. My mother is here to dote upon her and soon this nightmare will pass.

I have not rejoiced out loud, yet I feel a sense of peace and satisfaction in my breast which is no less strong for being silent. I cannot feel cheerful and have yet to smile, but I feel such comfort, such gratitude in my heart that I can honestly say that seldom have I felt better than I did when I realized Marianne was not to be taken from me.

Some days after we arrived at Cleveland, Marianne's solitary twilight walks left her with a violent cold. She denied it for two days, despite the sore throat and clear pain she felt, but Monday evening I finally prevailed upon her to take one or two of the simplest of remedies and have a good night's rest to restore her health. She was not better the following day, remaining listless and languid on the sofa, but I felt no real alarm then, until her restless and feverish night and return to bed on Wednesday convinced me to call for the apothecary. Mr. Harris came henceforth and his words were enough to shaken us all: "putrid tendency," "infection."

Clearly alarmed and considering her maternal feelings above all else, as she should, Mrs. Palmer soon removed with her child to the house of some relations of her husband. Mr. Palmer followed her in a day or two at her insistence, but behaved to us in such a kind and friendly manner as to raise him considerably in my esteem. Dear Mrs. Jennings would not talk of leaving the house until Marianne was better and was such a willing and active helpmate and, with her greater experience at nursing, of such material use, that I can scarcely think how her kindness can ever be repaid. She also, bless her, insisted upon Christopher staying (he was, of course, reluctant to remain once our hosts were gone, though he was most unwilling to leave us). Though she claimed to want his company for herself, I know she pressed him to remain at Cleveland for my sake and for that I shall always be grateful. Dearest, dearest Christopher! I could not have gone through this ordeal without him. I was much occupied nursing Marianne, but no matter how seldom or for how short a time our paths would cross during these days, a look, a touch, were enough to strengthen me.

I had made light of her illness in my correspondence with my mother and by Sunday morning I was glad of it, for it seemed that Marianne was beginning to improve. In the evening, however, her condition deteriorated so much that I believed my mother should be fetched at once. Dearest Christopher took matters into his own hands; wrote to Mr. Harris entreating him to come see Marianne and went to Barton with a note penned by me for Mama, determined to bring her back as soon as possible.

What a wretched night I spent! Mrs. Jennings had gone to bed without knowing the extent of the danger and I could not bring myself to wake her – I nursed Marianne through the entire evening myself. Mr. Harris came to us every few hours and, though clearly alarmed, did not give up hope. His ministrations were fortuitous, for I could detect some improvement and by four o'clock on Monday afternoon he declared Marianne would make a full recovery. The joy I felt in that moment was enough to bring tears to my eyes.

By six Marianne had fallen into a steady, comfortable sleep and I felt comfortable enough to go down to tea with Mrs. Jennings, who retired soon afterwards and promised to write to the Palmers and the Middletons to share our good news. There was nothing to do, I thought then, but to wait for Mama and Christopher to arrive, an event that I did not expect to take place before ten o'clock.

How surprised I was then when the clock struck eight and I heard the sounds of a carriage driving up to the house. I rushed from Marianne's side to the drawing-room and met, to my great astonishment, none other than Willoughby!

That I was horrified to see him comes as no surprise, and my first impulse was to turn around and quit the room. He entreated me to stay, but I could not acquiesce and it was not until he assured me – with such strong words as I had never heard from him – that he desired to speak to me in particular, that I decided to listen to him.

He seemed much altered and entreated me to confirm that Marianne was out of danger. He seemed relieved when I reluctantly confirmed it and was acting in such a strange manner to compound for his strange visit that I began to suspect he was in liquor. He did not deny it, but the explanation he gave me left me more astounded than ever. He had not come from Combe as I believed, but from London, where he had learned (through a chance meeting the evening before with Sir John) that Marianne was in mortal danger at Cleveland.

I was by then convinced at least that intoxication had not been the reason that propelled this most extraordinary visit, but simply the means through which it had been carried through. What his motives were I could not guess and upon inquiring he reassured me he wanted nothing but to explain himself to me as to obtain some measure of forgiveness.

I told him he should be satisfied, for Marianne had long since forgiven him. This intelligence seemed to give him joy, but not to satisfy him and he was determined to relate to me circumstances which he believed would impart more reasonable grounds for a pardon.

Perhaps I should not have indulged him, but I admit that by then I was very curious as to what he could believe would provide a reasonable explanation for his despicable actions. He began by telling me that his fortune was not large and his habits expensive and because the death of his cousin (which would ensure him financial stability) was an uncertain and possibly a far off event, he had always been determined to marry a woman of fortune.

As cold and calculating as this sounded to me, I knew this to be a common and even expected behavior among gentleman of means (limited or otherwise), so I could not, in good conscience, blame him for this part of the narrative. He surprised me then by saying that he had no notion, before meeting Marianne, of what he was giving up by acting in such a way. When he met my sister he intended nothing more, he claimed, than to have a simple flirtation, not pausing to think of how Marianne might be affected by it. Time in her company, however, had made him most sincerely attached to her – penniless as she was – and he was determined to ask for her hand.

He was prevented from doing so, he claimed, by Mrs. Smith finding out about what he termed "an affair, a connection" – in other words, his involvement with Eliza. Scandalized, the good woman told him that the only way to redeem himself would be to marry Eliza, but as he refused, relations between them were terminated. The dread of poverty was then so strong as to outweigh his affection for Marianne and the love she had so willingly and trustingly bestowed upon him. He left for London with no intention of returning and did not even have the civility to put a definite end to the entire affair.

I could not remain silent in face of his contempt to the poor girl he so callously abandoned and now treated with derision. He was cruel and heartless in his treatment of Eliza and no excuse he offered, no allusions regarding the supposed weakness of her character and natural defects of understanding could make my opinion soften in this regard. When I think of the pain he caused to her and to Christopher, the life he has condemned Eliza and her child to, I can find no sympathy in my heart for the distress I saw in his face. The contempt with which he alluded to Christopher, the loathing so barely disguised in his tone towards a man so much his superior in character did nothing but harden my heart further against him.

His explanation did not stop here, however, for he had his behavior in town to account for. Though he said he was pained by Marianne's presence in town and her clear enduring affection, he made no qualms about avoiding us – confessed even to spying on us as we were leaving the house to ensure he would meet no one as he left his card! By then he was already entangled with Miss Grey, attracted by the lure of her considerable fortunate and in the pitiable condition (to his estimation) of being "forced" to play happy lover to one woman when his heart was engaged to another.

His avoidance went on for some weeks, but it did not last forever and finally one evening a meeting was unavoidable. He proclaimed himself to be pained exceedingly by the behavior he was forced to adopt at the party and for the wretchedness he clearly saw Marianne was feeling. The letter, the infamous, disgusting letter he sent the next day had been dictated word by word to him by the then future Mrs. Willoughby. Knowing that her fiancι's affections were otherwise engaged but unwilling to give him up, she was determined to crush her rival's spirits. Cold hearted creature! She has drawn her own reward, tied as she is now to a man who does not love or respect her and, I even suspect, has come close to hating her. I could not deny that I perceived real pain in his voice as he talked of ruining himself in Marianne's opinion and in losing every memento he had of her. He entreated me then to pity him and to confirm that he had been able to explain himself and remove part of his guilt.

I was suddenly angrier than ever. Once more he attempted to use on me that charm, that seductive power he possessed that had led my family to receive him in our breast, conquered Margaret's affections, gained in my mother a most willing and devoted champion, made me ignore all doubts I held against his behavior and laid Marianne's heart at his feet for him to trample all over it! How dare he try to make me pity him? How dare he try to manipulate me to feel sorry for the man responsible for causing my sister so much pain and direct her into a path that might have led to her death? How dare he try to justify the seduction of a girl who was but fifteen, regardless of her origins and disposition, and the abandonment of his child? It was in every way unsupportable. No one had forced him to act in this way; it was his own desires and greed, his own intemperance and lust that led him upon this path of destruction. I did not pity him, I did not absolve him – I loathed him more than ever.

I contained myself, however, and told him simply that I could not forgive a man that had caused so much pain to those I loved. He had brought his own punishment on himself, I added, and would have to live with the knowledge that he had, entirely due to his own actions, lost a woman that had loved him so passionately and completely as my sister had.

He seemed angry with me, as if I had denied him something he was entitled to, but was silent. Before leaving, he said that now that Marianne's health was restored, there was only one event he dreaded: her marriage. I told him that no matter what happened she could never be more lost to him than she was now. He then said that he could not bear the thought of her being had by another before leaving the house without another word. The heartlessness, the selfishness of the man! Not simply content to have shattered my sister's dreams and destroyed the first attachment of her heart, he could not refrain from laying a claim to her as if she were merely something to be possessed. I could have learned to forgive him if he had wished her to be happy with another worthy of her; that he could not wish her to overcome the pain he caused her shows me that whatever love he feels for her, it is of the worst kind – jealous, malicious and poisonous to the object which inspired it. In that respect, he and his wife are well matched.

I was much affected by all that had passed and my anger and loathing were hard to contain. On composing myself I returned to Marianne, but did not remain long by her side. But half an hour after W.'s departure, Mama and Christopher arrived in the house and I had the satisfaction of telling them that Marianne was to make a full recovery. Marianne was as cheered by my mother's presence as my mother was by hers and more than ever I was confident that my sister would be restored to health and spirits by the passage of time.

Mama insisted on nursing Marianne through the evening and this morning reported that she was improving steadily. Christopher and I breakfasted together (quite alone, for my mother remained above stairs with Marianne and Mrs. Jennings contrived to give us an opportunity for privacy) and I could not bear to shatter our happiness and relief then by mentioning Willoughby's name. After the meal he retired for some business and I to my letters and journal, with the expectation of meeting again at luncheon. As I write these words I am more convinced than ever that I will have no secrets between us and, painful as it may be for the two of us, W.'s visit will be mentioned as soon as an opportunity presents itself.