They had not been here a twelvemonth when he left England.
If he knew them better, he would value their society as it deserves; for they are in fact exactly the sort of people he would like.
We are sometimes a little in want of animation among ourselves: my sisters seem out of spirits, and Tom is certainly not at his ease.
Dr. and Mrs. Grant would enliven us, and make our evenings pass away with more enjoyment even to my father."
"Do you think so?" said Fanny: "in my opinion, my uncle would not like any addition.
I think he values the very quietness you speak of, and that the repose of his own family circle is all he wants.
And it does not appear to me that we are more serious than we used to be - I mean before my uncle went abroad.
As well as I can recollect, it was always much the same.
There was never much laughing in his presence; or, if there is any difference, it is not more, I think, than such an absence has a tendency to produce at first.
There must be a sort of shyness; but I cannot recollect that our evenings formerly were ever merry, except when my uncle was in town.
No young people's are, I suppose, when those they look up to are at home".
"I believe you are right, Fanny," was his reply, after a short consideration.
"I believe our evenings are rather returned to what they were, than assuming a new character.
The novelty was in their being lively. Yet, how strong the impression that only a few weeks will give!
I have been feeling as if we had never lived so before."
"I suppose I am graver than other people," said Fanny.
"The evenings do not appear long to me.
I love to hear my uncle talk of the West Indies.
I could listen to him for an hour together.
It entertains me more than many other things have done; but then I am unlike other people, I dare say."
"Why should you dare say that ?" (smiling).
"Do you want to be told that you are only unlike other people in being more wise and discreet?
But when did you, or anybody, ever get a compliment from me, Fanny?
Go to my father if you want to be complimented.
He will satisfy you.
Ask your uncle what he thinks, and you will hear compliments enough: and though they may be chiefly on your person, you must put up with it, and trust to his seeing as much beauty of mind in time."
Such language was so new to Fanny that it quite embarrassed her.
"Your uncle thinks you very pretty, dear Fanny - and that is the long and the short of the matter.
Anybody but myself would have made something more of it, and anybody but you would resent that you had not been thought very pretty before; but the truth is, that your uncle never did admire you till now - and now he does.
Your complexion is so improved! - and you have gained so much countenance! - and your figure - nay, Fanny, do not turn away about it - it is but an uncle.
If you cannot bear an uncle's admiration, what is to become of you?
You must really begin to harden yourself to the idea of being worth looking at.
You must try not to mind growing up into a pretty woman."
"Oh! don't talk so, don't talk so," cried Fanny, distressed by more feelings than he was aware of; but seeing that she was distressed, he had done with the subject, and only added more seriously -
"Your uncle is disposed to be pleased with you in every respect; and I only wish you would talk to him more.
You are one of those who are too silent in the evening circle."
"But I do talk to him more than I used.
I am sure I do.
Did not you hear me ask him about the slave-trade last night?"
"I did - and was in hopes the question would be followed up by others.
It would have pleased your uncle to be inquired of farther."
"And I longed to do it - but there was such a dead silence!
And while my cousins were sitting by without speaking a word, or seeming at all interested in the subject, I did not like - I thought it would appear as if I wanted to set myself off at their expense, by shewing a curiosity and pleasure in his information which he must wish his own daughters to feel."
"Miss Crawford was very right in what she said of you the other day: that you seemed almost as fearful of notice and praise as other women were of neglect.
We were talking of you at the Parsonage, and those were her words.
She has great discernment.
I know nobody who distinguishes characters better.
For so young a woman it is remarkable!
She certainly understands you better than you are understood by the greater part of those who have known you so long; and with regard to some others, I can perceive, from occasional lively hints, the unguarded expressions of the moment, that she could define many as accurately, did not delicacy forbid it.
I wonder what she thinks of my father!