CHAPTER 17

Mrs. Dashwood was surprised only for a moment at

seeing him; for his coming to Barton was, in her opinion,

of all things the most natural. Her joy and expression

of regard long outlived her wonder. He received the kindest

welcome from her; and shyness, coldness, reserve could not

stand against such a reception. They had begun to fail him

before he entered the house, and they were quite overcome

by the captivating manners of Mrs. Dashwood. Indeed a man

could not very well be in love with either of her daughters,

without extending the passion to her; and Elinor had the

satisfaction of seeing him soon become more like himself.

His affections seemed to reanimate towards them all,

and his interest in their welfare again became perceptible.

He was not in spirits, however; he praised their house,

admired its prospect, was attentive, and kind; but still

he was not in spirits. The whole family perceived it,

and Mrs. Dashwood, attributing it to some want of liberality

in his mother, sat down to table indignant against all

selfish parents.

"What are Mrs. Ferrars's views for you at present, Edward?"

said she, when dinner was over and they had drawn round

the fire; "are you still to be a great orator in spite of

yourself?"

"No. I hope my mother is now convinced that I have

no more talents than inclination for a public life!"

"But how is your fame to be established? for famous you

must be to satisfy all your family; and with no inclination

for expense, no affection for strangers, no profession,

and no assurance, you may find it a difficult matter."

"I shall not attempt it. I have no wish to be

distinguished; and have every reason to hope I never shall.

Thank Heaven! I cannot be forced into genius and eloquence."

"You have no ambition, I well know. Your wishes

are all moderate."