Chapter 9

by Jane Austen

　　Captain Wentworth was come to Kellynch as to a home, to stayas long as he liked, being as thoroughly the object ofthe Admiral's fraternal kindness as of his wife's. He had intended,on first arriving, to proceed very soon into Shropshire,and visit the brother settled in that country, but the attractionsof Uppercross induced him to put this off. There was so muchof friendliness, and of flattery, and of everything most bewitchingin his reception there; the old were so hospitable, the young so agreeable,that he could not but resolve to remain where he was, and take allthe charms and perfections of Edward's wife upon credit a little longer.

　　It was soon Uppercross with him almost every day. The Musgrovescould hardly be more ready to invite than he to come, particularlyin the morning, when he had no companion at home, for the Admiraland Mrs Croft were generally out of doors together, interesting themselvesin their new possessions, their grass, and their sheep, and dawdling aboutin a way not endurable to a third person, or driving out in a gig,lately added to their establishment.

　　Hitherto there had been but one opinion of Captain Wentworthamong the Musgroves and their dependencies. It was unvarying,warm admiration everywhere; but this intimate footing was not morethan established, when a certain Charles Hayter returned among them,to be a good deal disturbed by it, and to think Captain Wentworthvery much in the way.

　　Charles Hayter was the eldest of all the cousins, and a very amiable,pleasing young man, between whom and Henrietta there had beena considerable appearance of attachment previous to Captain Wentworth'sintroduction. He was in orders; and having a curacy in the neighbourhood,where residence was not required, lived at his father's house,only two miles from Uppercross. A short absence from homehad left his fair one unguarded by his attentions at this critical period,and when he came back he had the pain of finding very altered manners,and of seeing Captain Wentworth.

　　Mrs Musgrove and Mrs Hayter were sisters. They had each had money,but their marriages had made a material difference intheir degree of consequence. Mr Hayter had some property of his own,but it was insignificant compared with Mr Musgrove's; and whilethe Musgroves were in the first class of society in the country,the young Hayters would, from their parents' inferior, retired,and unpolished way of living, and their own defective education,have been hardly in any class at all, but for their connexionwith Uppercross, this eldest son of course excepted, who had chosento be a scholar and a gentleman, and who was very superiorin cultivation and manners to all the rest.

　　The two families had always been on excellent terms, there being no prideon one side, and no envy on the other, and only such a consciousnessof superiority in the Miss Musgroves, as made them pleasedto improve their cousins. Charles's attentions to Henriettahad been observed by her father and mother without any disapprobation."It would not be a great match for her; but if Henrietta liked him,"--and Henrietta did seem to like him.

　　Henrietta fully thought so herself, before Captain Wentworth came;but from that time Cousin Charles had been very much forgotten.

　　Which of the two sisters was preferred by Captain Wentworth wasas yet quite doubtful, as far as Anne's observation reached.Henrietta was perhaps the prettiest, Louisa had the higher spirits;and she knew not now, whether the more gentle or the more lively characterwere most likely to attract him.

　　Mr and Mrs Musgrove, either from seeing little, or froman entire confidence in the discretion of both their daughters,and of all the young men who came near them, seemed to leave everythingto take its chance. There was not the smallest appearance of solicitudeor remark about them in the Mansion-house; but it was differentat the Cottage: the young couple there were more disposedto speculate and wonder; and Captain Wentworth had not been abovefour or five times in the Miss Musgroves' company, and Charles Hayterhad but just reappeared, when Anne had to listen to the opinionsof her brother and sister, as to which was the one liked best.Charles gave it for Louisa, Mary for Henrietta, but quite agreeingthat to have him marry either could be extremely delightful.

　　Charles "had never seen a pleasanter man in his life; and from whathe had once heard Captain Wentworth himself say, was very sure thathe had not made less than twenty thousand pounds by the war.Here was a fortune at once; besides which, there would be the chanceof what might be done in any future war; and he was sure Captain Wentworthwas as likely a man to distinguish himself as any officer in the navy.Oh! it would be a capital match for either of his sisters."

　　"Upon my word it would," replied Mary. "Dear me! If he shouldrise to any very great honours! If he should ever be made a baronet!`Lady Wentworth' sounds very well. That would be a noble thing,indeed, for Henrietta! She would take place of me then, and Henriettawould not dislike that. Sir Frederick and Lady Wentworth!It would be but a new creation, however, and I never think muchof your new creations."

　　It suited Mary best to think Henrietta the one preferredon the very account of Charles Hayter, whose pretensions she wishedto see put an end to. She looked down very decidedly upon the Hayters,and thought it would be quite a misfortune to have the existing connectionbetween the families renewed--very sad for herself and her children.

　　"You know," said she, "I cannot think him at all a fit match for Henrietta;and considering the alliances which the Musgroves have made,she has no right to throw herself away. I do not think any young womanhas a right to make a choice that may be disagreeable and inconvenientto the principal part of her family, and be giving bad connectionsto those who have not been used to them. And, pray, who is Charles Hayter?Nothing but a country curate. A most improper match for Miss Musgroveof Uppercross."

　　Her husband, however, would not agree with her here; for besides havinga regard for his cousin, Charles Hayter was an eldest son,and he saw things as an eldest son himself.

　　"Now you are taking nonsense, Mary," was therefore his answer."It would not be a great match for Henrietta, but Charles hasa very fair chance, through the Spicers, of getting something fromthe Bishop in the course of a year or two; and you will please to remember,that he is the eldest son; whenever my uncle dies, he steps into verypretty property. The estate at Winthrop is not less thantwo hundred and fifty acres, besides the farm near Taunton,which is some of the best land in the country. I grant you,that any of them but Charles would be a very shocking match for Henrietta,and indeed it could not be; he is the only one that could be possible;but he is a very good-natured, good sort of a fellow; and whenever Winthropcomes into his hands, he will make a different sort of place of it,and live in a very different sort of way; and with that property,he will never be a contemptible man--good, freehold property. No, no;Henrietta might do worse than marry Charles Hayter; and if she has him,and Louisa can get Captain Wentworth, I shall be very well satisfied."

　　"Charles may say what he pleases," cried Mary to Anne, as soon ashe was out of the room, "but it would be shocking to have Henriettamarry Charles Hayter; a very bad thing for her, and still worsefor me; and therefore it is very much to be wished that Captain Wentworthmay soon put him quite out of her head, and I have very little doubtthat he has. She took hardly any notice of Charles Hayter yesterday.I wish you had been there to see her behaviour. And as toCaptain Wentworth's liking Louisa as well as Henrietta, it is nonsenseto say so; for he certainly does like Henrietta a great deal the best.But Charles is so positive! I wish you had been with us yesterday,for then you might have decided between us; and I am sure youwould have thought as I did, unless you had been determinedto give it against me."

　　A dinner at Mr Musgrove's had been the occasion when all these thingsshould have been seen by Anne; but she had staid at home,under the mixed plea of a headache of her own, and some returnof indisposition in little Charles. She had thought only of avoidingCaptain Wentworth; but an escape from being appealed to as umpirewas now added to the advantages of a quiet evening.

　　As to Captain Wentworth's views, she deemed it of more consequencethat he should know his own mind early enough not to be endangeringthe happiness of either sister, or impeaching his own honour,than that he should prefer Henrietta to Louisa, or Louisa to Henrietta.Either of them would, in all probability, make him an affectionate,good-humoured wife. With regard to Charles Hayter, she had delicacywhich must be pained by any lightness of conduct in a well-meaningyoung woman, and a heart to sympathize in any of the sufferingsit occasioned; but if Henrietta found herself mistaken in the natureof her feelings, the alternation could not be understood too soon.

　　Charles Hayter had met with much to disquiet and mortify himin his cousin's behaviour. She had too old a regard for himto be so wholly estranged as might in two meetings extinguishevery past hope, and leave him nothing to do but to keep awayfrom Uppercross: but there was such a change as became very alarming,when such a man as Captain Wentworth was to be regarded asthe probable cause. He had been absent only two Sundays,and when they parted, had left her interested, even to the heightof his wishes, in his prospect of soon quitting his present curacy,and obtaining that of Uppercross instead. It had then seemed the objectnearest her heart, that Dr Shirley, the rector, who for more thanforty years had been zealously discharging all the duties of his office,but was now growing too infirm for many of them, should be quite fixedon engaging a curate; should make his curacy quite as goodas he could afford, and should give Charles Hayter the promise of it.The advantage of his having to come only to Uppercross, instead of goingsix miles another way; of his having, in every respect, a better curacy;of his belonging to their dear Dr Shirley, and of dear, good Dr Shirley'sbeing relieved from the duty which he could no longer get throughwithout most injurious fatigue, had been a great deal, even to Louisa,but had been almost everything to Henrietta. When he came back, alas!the zeal of the business was gone by. Louisa could not listen at allto his account of a conversation which he had just held with Dr Shirley:she was at a window, looking out for Captain Wentworth; and even Henriettahad at best only a divided attention to give, and seemed to have forgottenall the former doubt and solicitude of the negotiation.

　　"Well, I am very glad indeed: but I always thought you would have it;I always thought you sure. It did not appear to me that--in short,you know, Dr Shirley must have a curate, and you had secured his promise.Is he coming, Louisa?"

　　One morning, very soon after the dinner at the Musgroves,at which Anne had not been present, Captain Wentworth walked intothe drawing-room at the Cottage, where were only herself and the littleinvalid Charles, who was lying on the sofa.

　　The surprise of finding himself almost alone with Anne Elliot,deprived his manners of their usual composure: he started,and could only say, "I thought the Miss Musgroves had been here:Mrs Musgrove told me I should find them here," before he walkedto the window to recollect himself, and feel how he ought to behave.

　　"They are up stairs with my sister: they will be down in a few moments,I dare say," had been Anne's reply, in all the confusion that was natural;and if the child had not called her to come and do something for him,she would have been out of the room the next moment, and releasedCaptain Wentworth as well as herself.

　　He continued at the window; and after calmly and politely saying,"I hope the little boy is better," was silent.

　　She was obliged to kneel down by the sofa, and remain thereto satisfy her patient; and thus they continued a few minutes,when, to her very great satisfaction, she heard some other personcrossing the little vestibule. She hoped, on turning her head,to see the master of the house; but it proved to be onemuch less calculated for making matters easy--Charles Hayter,probably not at all better pleased by the sight of Captain Wentworththan Captain Wentworth had been by the sight of Anne.

　　She only attempted to say, "How do you do? Will you not sit down?The others will be here presently."

　　Captain Wentworth, however, came from his window, apparentlynot ill-disposed for conversation; but Charles Hayter soon put an endto his attempts by seating himself near the table, and taking upthe newspaper; and Captain Wentworth returned to his window.

　　Another minute brought another addition. The younger boy,a remarkable stout, forward child, of two years old, having got the dooropened for him by some one without, made his determined appearanceamong them, and went straight to the sofa to see what was going on,and put in his claim to anything good that might be giving away.

　　There being nothing to eat, he could only have some play;and as his aunt would not let him tease his sick brother,he began to fasten himself upon her, as she knelt, in such a way that,busy as she was about Charles, she could not shake him off.She spoke to him, ordered, entreated, and insisted in vain.Once she did contrive to push him away, but the boy hadthe greater pleasure in getting upon her back again directly.

　　"Walter," said she, "get down this moment. You are extremely troublesome.I am very angry with you."

　　"Walter," cried Charles Hayter, "why do you not do as you are bid?Do not you hear your aunt speak? Come to me, Walter, come tocousin Charles."

　　But not a bit did Walter stir.

　　In another moment, however, she found herself in the state ofbeing released from him; some one was taking him from her,though he had bent down her head so much, that his little sturdy handswere unfastened from around her neck, and he was resolutely borne away,before she knew that Captain Wentworth had done it.

　　Her sensations on the discovery made her perfectly speechless.She could not even thank him. She could only hang over little Charles,with most disordered feelings. His kindness in stepping forwardto her relief, the manner, the silence in which it had passed,the little particulars of the circumstance, with the conviction soonforced on her by the noise he was studiously making with the child,that he meant to avoid hearing her thanks, and rather soughtto testify that her conversation was the last of his wants,produced such a confusion of varying, but very painful agitation,as she could not recover from, till enabled by the entrance of Maryand the Miss Musgroves to make over her little patient to their cares,and leave the room. She could not stay. It might have beenan opportunity of watching the loves and jealousies of the four--they were now altogether; but she could stay for none of it.It was evident that Charles Hayter was not well inclined towardsCaptain Wentworth. She had a strong impression of his having said,in a vext tone of voice, after Captain Wentworth's interference,"You ought to have minded me, Walter; I told you not to teaze your aunt;"and could comprehend his regretting that Captain Wentworth should dowhat he ought to have done himself. But neither Charles Hayter's feelings,nor anybody's feelings, could interest her, till she had a little betterarranged her own. She was ashamed of herself, quite ashamedof being so nervous, so overcome by such a trifle; but so it was,and it required a long application of solitude and reflectionto recover her.