Elinor, starting back with a look of horror at the sight of him, obeyed the first impulse of her heart in turning instantly to quit the room, and her hand was already on the lock, when its action was suspended by his hastily advancing, and saying, in a voice rather of command than supplication,
Miss Dashwood, for half an hourfor ten minutes I entreat you to stay.
No, sir, she replied with firmness, I shall not stay. Your business cannot be with me. The servants, I suppose, forgot to tell you that Mr. Palmer was not in the house.
Had they told me, he cried with vehemence, that Mr. Palmer and all his relations were at the devil, it would not have turned me from the door. My business is with you, and only you.
With me!in the utmost amazementwell, sir, be quickand if you canless violent.
Sit down, and I will be both.
She hesitated; she knew not what to do. The possibility of Colonel Brandons arriving and finding her there, came across her. But she had promised to hear him, and her curiosity no less than her honor was engaged. After a moments recollection, therefore, concluding that prudence required dispatch, and that her acquiescence would best promote it, she walked silently towards the table, and sat down. He took the opposite chair, and for half a minute not a word was said by either.
Pray be quick, sir,said Elinor impatiently; I have no time to spare.
He was sitting in an attitude of deep meditation, and seemed not to hear her.
Your sister, said he, with abruptness, a moment afterwardsis out of danger. I heard it from the servant. God be praised!But is it true? is it really true?
Elinor would not speak. He repeated the inquiry with yet greater eagerness.
For Gods sake tell me, is she out of danger, or is she not?
We hope she is.
He rose up, and walked across the room.
Had I known as much half an hour agoBut since I am here,speaking with a forced vivacity as he returned to his seatwhat does it signify?For once, Miss Dashwoodit will be the last time, perhapslet us be cheerful together.I am in a fine mood for gaiety. Tell me honestlya deeper glow overspreading his cheeks do you think me most a knave or a fool?
Elinor looked at him with greater astonishment than ever. She began to think that be must be in liquor;the strangeness of such a visit, and of such manners, seemed no otherwise intelligible; and with this impression she immediately rose, saying,
Mr. Willoughby, I advise you at present to return to Combe.I am not at leisure to remain with you longer. Whatever your business may be with me, will it be better recollected and explained to-morrow.
I understand you, he replied, with an expressive smile, and a voice perfectly calm; yes, I am very drunk. A pint of porter with my cold beef at Marlborough was enough to over-set me.
At Marlborough!cried Elinor, more and more at a loss to understand what he would be at.
Yes,I left London this morning at eight oclock, and the only ten minutes I have spent out of my chaise since that time procured me a nuncheon at Marlborough.
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