CHAPTER 13

Their intended excursion to Whitwell turned out

very different from what Elinor had expected. She was

prepared to be wet through, fatigued, and frightened;

but the event was still more unfortunate, for they did

not go at all.

By ten o'clock the whole party was assembled at

the park, where they were to breakfast. The morning

was rather favourable, though it had rained all night,

as the clouds were then dispersing across the sky,

and the sun frequently appeared. They were all in high

spirits and good humour, eager to be happy, and determined

to submit to the greatest inconveniences and hardships

rather than be otherwise.

While they were at breakfast the letters were brought in.

Among the rest there was one for Colonel Brandon;--he

took it, looked at the direction, changed colour,

and immediately left the room.

"What is the matter with Brandon?" said Sir John.

Nobody could tell.

"I hope he has had no bad news," said Lady Middleton.

"It must be something extraordinary that could make Colonel

Brandon leave my breakfast table so suddenly."

In about five minutes he returned.

"No bad news, Colonel, I hope;" said Mrs. Jennings,

as soon as he entered the room.

"None at all, ma'am, I thank you."

"Was it from Avignon? I hope it is not to say

that your sister is worse."

"No, ma'am. It came from town, and is merely

a letter of business."