SENSE AND SENSIBILITY by Jane Austen - FULL Audiobook (Chapter 4)

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Sense and Sensibility is a novel by Jane Austen, published in 1811. It was published anonymously; By A Lady appears on the cover page where the author's name might have been. It tells the story of the Dashwood sisters, Elinor and Marianne, both of age to marry.
The novel follows the young women to their new home with their widowed mother, a meagre cottage on the property of a distant relative, where they experience love, romance and heartbreak. The novel is set in southwest England, London and Sussex between 1792 and 1797.
CHAPTER FOUR
WHAT a pity it is, Elinor," said Marianne,
that Edward should have no taste for drawing.
"'No taste for drawing?' replied Elinor.
Why should you think so?
He does not draw himself, indeed, but he has great pleasure in seeing the performances
of other people, and I assure you he is by no means deficient in natural taste, though
he has not had opportunities of improving it.
Had he ever been in the way of learning, I think he would have drawn very well.
He distrusts his own judgment in such matters so much, that he is always unwilling to give
his opinion on any picture, but he has an innate propriety and simplicity of taste,
which in general direct him perfectly right."
Marianne was afraid of offending, and said no more on the subject, but the kind of approbation
which Elinor described as excited in him by the drawings of other people, was very far
from that rapturous delight which, in her opinion, could alone be called taste.
Yet though smiling within herself at the mistake, she honoured her sister for that blind partiality
to Edward which produced it.
"'I hope, Marianne," continued Elinor, "'you do not consider him as deficient in general
taste.
I think I may say that you cannot, for your behaviour to him is perfectly cordial, and
if that were your opinion, I am sure you could never be civil to him.'"
Marianne hardly knew what to say.
She would not wound the feelings of her sister on any account, and yet to say what she did
not believe was impossible.
At length she replied, "'Do not be offended, Elinor, if my praise of him is not in everything
equal to your sense of his merits.
I have not had so many opportunities of estimating the minuter propensities of his mind, his
inclinations, and his tastes, as you have, but I have the highest opinion in the world
of his goodness and sense.
I think him everything that is worthy and amiable.
"'I am sure,' replied Elinor, with a smile, "'that his dearest friends could not be dissatisfied
with such commendation as that.
I do not perceive how you could express yourself more warmly.'"
Marianne was rejoiced to find her sister so easily pleased.
"'Of his sense and goodness,' continued Elinor, "'no one can, I think, be in doubt, who has
seen him often enough to engage him in unreserved conversation.
The excellence of his understanding and his principles can be concealed only by that shyness
which too often keeps him silent.
You know enough of him to do justice to his solid worth, but of his minuter propensities,
as you call them, you have from peculiar circumstances been kept more ignorant than myself.
He and I have been at times thrown a good deal together, while you have been wholly
engrossed on the most affectionate principle by my mother.
I have seen a great deal of him, have studied his sentiments, and heard his opinion on subjects
of literature and taste, and upon the whole I venture to pronounce that his mind is well-informed,
enjoyment of books exceedingly great, his imagination lively, his observation just and
correct, and his taste delicate and pure.
His abilities in every respect improve as much upon acquaintance as his manners and
person.
At first sight his address is certainly not striking, and his person can hardly be called
handsome till the expression of his eyes, which are uncommonly good, and the general
sweetness of his countenance is perceived.
At present I know him so well that I think him really handsome, or at least almost so.
What say you, Marianne?
I shall very soon think him handsome, Eleanor, if I do not now.
When you tell me to love him as a brother, I shall no more see imperfection in his face
than I now do in his heart."
Eleanor started at this declaration, and was sorry for the want she had been betrayed into
in speaking of him.
She felt that Edward stood very high in her opinion.
She believed the regard to be mutual, but she required greater certainty of it to make
Marianne's conviction of their attachment agreeable to her.
She knew that what Marianne and her mother conjectured one moment they believed the next,
that with them to wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect.
She tried to explain the real state of the case to her sister.
"'I do not attempt to deny,' said she, "'that I think very highly of him, that I greatly
esteem, that I like him.'"
Marianne here burst forth with indignation.
"'Esteem him?
Like him?'
Cold-hearted Eleanor!
Oh, worse than cold-hearted, ashamed of being otherwise!
Use those words again, and I will leave the room this moment."
Eleanor could not help laughing.
"'Excuse me,' said she, "'and be assured that I meant no offence to you by speaking
in so quiet a way of my own feelings.
Believe them to be stronger than I have declared.
Believe them, in short, to be such as his merit and the suspicion, the hope of his affection
for me may warrant, without imprudence or folly.
But farther than this you must not believe.
I am by no means assured of his regard for me.
There are moments when the extent of it seems doubtful.
Until his sentiments are fully known, you cannot wonder at my wishing to avoid any encouragement
of my own partiality by believing or calling it more than it is.
In my heart I feel little, scarcely any doubt of his preference.
But there are other points to be considered besides his inclination.
He is very far from being independent.
What his mother really is we cannot know, but from Fanny's occasional mention of her
conduct and opinions we have never been disposed to think her amiable.
And I am very much mistaken, if Edward is not himself aware, that there would be many
difficulties in his way if he were to wish to marry a woman who had not either a great
fortune or a high rank.
Marianne was astonished to find how much the imagination of her mother and herself had
outstripped the truth.
"'And you really are not engaged to him?' said she.
"'Yet it certainly soon will happen.
But two advantages will proceed from this delay.
I shall not lose you so soon, and Edward will have greater opportunity of improving
that natural taste for your favourite pursuit, which must be so indispensably necessary to
your future felicity.
Oh, if he should be so far stimulated by your genius as to learn to draw himself, how delightful
it would be!"
Eleanor had given her real opinion to her sister.
She could not consider her partiality for Edward in so prosperous a state as Marianne
had believed it.
There was, at times, a want of spirits about him, which, if it did not denote indifference,
spoke of something almost as unpromising.
A doubt of her regard, supposing him to feel it, need not give him more than inquietude.
It would not be likely to produce that dejection of mind which frequently attended him.
A more reasonable cause might be found in the dependent situation which forbade the
indulgence of his affection.
She knew that his mother neither behaved to him so as to make his home comfortable at
presence, nor to give him any assurance that he might form a home for himself, without
strictly attending to her views for his aggrandisement.
With such a knowledge as this, it was impossible for Eleanor to feel easy on the subject.
She was far from depending on that result of his preference of her, which her mother
and sister still considered as certain.
Nay, the longer they were together, the more doubtful seemed the nature of his regard,
and sometimes, for a few painful minutes, she believed it to be no more than friendship.
But whatever might really be its limits, it was enough, when perceived by his sister,
to make her uneasy, and at the same time, which was still more common, to make her uncivil.
She took the first opportunity of affronting her mother-in-law on the occasion, talking
to her so expressively of her brother's great expectations, of Mrs. Ferrars's resolution
marry well, and of the danger attending any young woman who attempted to draw him in,
that Mrs. Dashwood could neither pretend to be unconscious, nor endeavour to be calm.
She gave her an answer which marked her contempt, and instantly left the room, resolving that,
whatever might be the inconvenience or expense of so sudden a removal, her beloved Eleanor
should not be exposed another week to such insinuations.
In this state of her spirits, a letter was delivered to her from the post, which contained
a proposal particularly well timed.
It was the offer of a small house, on very easy terms, belonging to a relation of her
own, a gentleman of consequence and property in Devonshire.
The letter was from this gentleman himself, and written in the true spirit of friendly
accommodation.
He understood that she was in need of a dwelling, and though the house he now offered her was
merely a cottage, he assured her that everything should be done to it which she might think
necessary, if the situation pleased her.
He earnestly pressed her, after giving the particulars of the house and garden, to come
with her daughters to Barton Park, the place of his own residence, from whence she might
judge herself whether Barton Cottage, for the houses were in the same parish, could,
by any alteration, be made comfortable to her.
He seemed really anxious to accommodate them, and the whole of his letter was written in
so friendly a style, as could not fail of giving pleasure to his cousin, more especially
at a moment when she was suffering under the cold and unfeeling behaviour of her nearer
connections.
She needed no time for deliberation or inquiry.
Her resolution was formed as she read.
The situation of Barton, in a county so far distant from Sussex as Devonshire, which,
but a few hours before, would have been a sufficient objection to outweigh every possible
advantage belonging to the place, was now its first recommendation.
To quit the neighbourhood of Norland was no longer an evil.
It was an object of desire, it was a blessing, in comparison of the misery of continuing
her daughter-in-law's guest, and to remove forever from that beloved place would be less
painful than to inhabit or visit it, while such a woman was its mistress.
She instantly wrote Sir John Middleton her acknowledgement of his kindness, and her acceptance
of his proposal, and then hastened to show both letters to her daughters, that she might
be secure of their approbation before her answer was sent.
Helena had always thought it would be more prudent for them to settle at some distance
from Norland, than immediately amongst their present acquaintance.
On that head, therefore, it was not for her to oppose her mother's intention of removing
into Devonshire.
The house, too, as described by Sir John, was on so simple a scale, and the rent so
uncommonly moderate, as to leave her no right of objection on either point, and therefore,
though it was not a plan which brought any charm to her fancy, though it was a removal
from the vicinity of Norland beyond her wishes, she made no attempt to dissuade her mother
from sending a letter of acquiescence.
