Such violence of affliction indeed could not be supported for
ever; it sunk within a few days into a calmer melancholy;but these
employments， to which she daily recurred，her solitary walks and
silent meditations， still produced occasional effusions of sorrow
as lively as ever. No letter from Willoughby came; and none seemed
expected by Marianne. Her mother was surprised， and Elinor again
became uneasy. But Mrs. Dashwood could find explanations whenever
she wanted them， which at least satisfied herself.
“Remember， Elinor，” said she， “how very often Sir John fetches our
letters himself from the post， and carries them to it. We have
already agreed that secrecy may be necessary， and we must
acknowledge that it could not be maintained if their correspondence
were to pass through Sir John‘s hands.” Elinor could not deny the
truth of this， and she tried to find in it a motive sufficient for
their silence. But there was one method so direct， so simple， and
in her opinion so eligible of knowing the real state of the affair，
and of instantly removing all mystery， that she could not help
suggesting it to her mother.
“Why do you not ask Marianne at once，” said she， “whether she is or
she is not engaged to Willoughby? From you， her mother， and so
kind， so indulgent a mother， the question could not give offence.
It would be the natural result of your affection for her. She used
to be all unreserve， and to you more especially.”
購物車/收銀台(
0
) | 在線留言板
| 付款方式
| 運費計算
| 聯絡我們
| 幫助中心 |
加入書簽
HOME
新書上架
