Mr. Ferrars and Lucy Steele are married - Sense & Sensibility (1995) subs ES/PT-BR
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_Marianne had been two or three days at home, before the weather was fine enough for an invalid like herself to venture out. But at last a soft, genial morning appeared; such as might tempt the daughter’s wishes and the mother’s confidence; and Marianne, leaning on Elinor’s arm, was authorised to walk as long as she could without fatigue, in the lane before the house._
_The sisters set out at a pace, slow as the feebleness of Marianne in an exercise hitherto untried since her illness required; and they had advanced only so far beyond the house as to admit a full view of the hill, the important hill behind, when pausing with her eyes turned towards it, Marianne calmly said,-_
_“There, exactly there,”-pointing with one hand, “on that projecting mound,-there I fell; and there I first saw Willoughby.”_
_Her voice sunk with the word, but presently reviving she added,_
_“I am thankful to find that I can look with so little pain on the spot! shall we ever talk on that subject, Elinor?” hesitatingly it was said. “Or will it be wrong? I can talk of it now, I hope, as I ought to do.”_
_Elinor tenderly invited her to be open._
_“As for regret,” said Marianne, “I have done with that, as far as he is concerned. I do not mean to talk to you of what my feelings have been for him, but what they are now. At present, if I could be satisfied on one point, if I could be allowed to think that he was not always acting a part, not always deceiving me; but above all, if I could be assured that he never was so very wicked as my fears have sometimes fancied him, since the story of that unfortunate girl-”_
_She stopt. Elinor joyfully treasured her words as she answered,_
_“If you could be assured of that, you think you should be easy.”_
_“Yes. My peace of mind is doubly involved in it; for not only is it horrible to suspect a person, who has been what he has been to me, of such designs, but what must it make me appear to myself? What in a situation like mine, but a most shamefully unguarded affection could expose me to-”_
_“How then,” asked her sister, “would you account for his behaviour?”_
_“I would suppose him,-Oh, how gladly would I suppose him, only fickle, very, very fickle.”_
_Elinor said no more. She was debating within herself on the eligibility of beginning her story directly, or postponing it till Marianne were in stronger health;-and they crept on for a few minutes in silence._
_“I am not wishing him too much good,” said Marianne at last with a sigh, “when I wish his secret reflections may be no more unpleasant than my own. He will suffer enough in them.”_
_“Do you compare your conduct with his?”_
_“No. I compare it with what it ought to have been; I compare it with yours.”_
_“Our situations have borne little resemblance.”_
_..Elinor grew impatient for some tidings of Edward. She had heard nothing of him since her leaving London, nothing new of his plans, nothing certain even of his present abode. Some letters had passed between her and her brother, in consequence of Marianne’s illness; and in the first of John’s, there had been this sentence:-“We know nothing of our unfortunate Edward, and can make no enquiries on so prohibited a subject, but conclude him to be still at Oxford;” which was all the intelligence of Edward afforded her by the correspondence, for his name was not even mentioned in any of the succeeding letters. She was not doomed, however, to be long in ignorance of his measures._
_Their man-servant had been sent one morning to Exeter on business; and when, as he waited at table, he had satisfied the inquiries of his mistress as to the event of his errand, this was his voluntary communication,-_
_“I suppose you know, ma’am, that Mr. Ferrars is married.”_
_Marianne gave a violent start, fixed her eyes upon Elinor, saw her turning pale, and fell back in her chair in hysterics. Mrs. Dashwood, whose eyes, as she answered the servant’s inquiry, had intuitively taken the same direction, was shocked to perceive by Elinor’s countenance how much she really suffered, and a moment afterwards, alike distressed by Marianne’s situation, knew not on which child to bestow her principal attention._
_The servant, who saw only that Miss Marianne was taken ill, had sense enough to call one of the maids, who, with Mrs. Dashwood’s assistance, supported her into the other room. By that time, Marianne was rather better, and her mother leaving her to the care of Margaret and the maid, returned to Elinor, who, though still much disordered, had so far recovered the use of her reason and voice as to be just beginning an inquiry of Thomas, as to the source of his intelligence. Mrs. Dashwood immediately took all that trouble on herself; and Elinor had the benefit of the information without the exertion of seeking it._
_“Who told you that Mr. Ferrars was married, Thomas?”_
_“I see Mr. Ferrars myself, ma’am, this morning in Exeter, and his lady too, Miss Steele as was. They was stopping in a chaise at the door of the New London Inn, as I went there with a message from Sally at the Park to her brother, who is one of the post-boys. I happened to look up as I went by the chaise, and so I see directly it was the youngest Miss Steele; so I took off my hat, and she knew me and called to me, and inquired after you, ma’am, and the young ladies, especially Miss Marianne, and bid me I should give her compliments and Mr. Ferrars’s, their best compliments and service, and how sorry they was they had not time to come on and see you, but they was in a great hurry to go forwards, for they was going further down for a little while, but howsever, when they come back, they’d make sure to come and see you.”_
_“But did she tell you she was married, Thomas?”_
_“Yes, ma’am. She smiled, and said how she had changed her name since she was in these parts. She was always a very affable and free-spoken young lady, and very civil behaved. So, I made free to wish her joy.”_
_“Was Mr. Ferrars in the carriage with her?”_
_“Yes, ma’am, I just see him leaning back in it, but he did not look up;-he never was a gentleman much for talking.”_
_Elinor’s heart could easily account for his not putting himself forward; and Mrs. Dashwood probably found the same explanation._
_“Was there no one else in the carriage?”_
_“No, ma’am, only they two.”_
_“Do you know where they came from?”_
_“They come straight from town, as Miss Lucy-Mrs. Ferrars told me.”_
_“And are they going farther westward?”_
_“Yes, ma’am-but not to bide long. They will soon be back again, and then they’d be sure and call here.”_
_Mrs. Dashwood now looked at her daughter; but Elinor knew better than to expect them. She recognised the whole of Lucy in the message, and was very confident that Edward would never come near them. She observed in a low voice, to her mother, that they were probably going down to Mr. Pratt’s, near Plymouth._
_Thomas’s intelligence seemed over. Elinor looked as if she wished to hear more._
_“Did you see them off, before you came away?”_
_“No, ma’am-the horses were just coming out, but I could not bide any longer; I was afraid of being late.”_
_“Did Mrs. Ferrars look well?”_
_“Yes, ma’am, she said how she was very well; and to my mind she was always a very handsome young lady-and she seemed vastly contented.”_
_Mrs. Dashwood could think of no other question, and Thomas and the tablecloth, now alike needless, were soon afterwards dismissed. Marianne had already sent to say, that she should eat nothing more. Mrs. Dashwood’s and Elinor’s appetites were equally lost, and Margaret might think herself very well off, that with so much uneasiness as both her sisters had lately experienced, so much reason as they had often had to be careless of their meals, she had never been obliged to go without her dinner before._
_When the dessert and the wine were arranged, and Mrs. Dashwood and Elinor were left by themselves, they remained long together in a similarity of thoughtfulness and silence. Mrs. Dashwood feared to hazard any remark, and ventured not to offer consolation. She now found that she had erred in relying on Elinor’s representation of herself; and justly concluded that every thing had been expressly softened at the time, to spare her from an increase of unhappiness, suffering as she then had suffered for Marianne. She found that she had been misled by the careful, the considerate attention of her daughter, to think the attachment, which once she had so well understood, much slighter in reality, than she had been wont to believe, or than it was now proved to be. She feared that under this persuasion she had been unjust, inattentive, nay, almost unkind, to her Elinor;-that Marianne’s affliction, because more acknowledged, more immediately before her, had too much engrossed her tenderness, and led her away to forget that in Elinor she might have a daughter suffering almost as much, certainly with less self-provocation, and greater fortitude._
*_Sense & Sensibility, Chapters 46 & 47_*
Lucy offering to send Elinor a piece of her wedding cake … what an underhanded woman.
...just Ms.Austen knowing how to break our hearts with a casual turn...so much the better when the situation alters and there's reason to celebrate our heroine's happiness.
I love the ethereal silk/chiffon undershirts they wear under their gowns~ such a glorious movie and beautiful costumes!! ❤
That is called a fichu.
en . m . wikipedia . org / wiki / Fichu
I love this movie.
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