She was very soon in his company again. The first object of the Parkers, when their house was cleared of morning visitors was to get out themselves; - the Terrace was the attraction to all; - every body who walked, must begin with the Terrace, and there, seated on one of the two green benches by the gravel walk, they found the united Denham party; - but though united in the gross, very distinctly divided again - the two superior ladies being at one end of the bench, and Sir Edward and Miss Brereton at the other. - Charlotte's first glance told her that Sir Edward's air was that of a lover. - There could be no doubt of his devotion to Clara. - How Clara received it, was less obvious - but she was inclined to think not very favourably; for though sitting thus apart with him (which probably she might not have been able to prevent) her air was calm and grave.
That the young lady at the other end of the bench was doing penance, was indubitable. The difference in Miss Denham's countenance, the change from Miss Denham sitting in cold grandeur in Mrs Parker's drawing-room to be kept from silence by the efforts of others, to Miss Denham at Lady Denham's elbow, listening and talking with smiling attention or solicitous eagerness, was very striking - and very amusing - or very melancholy, just as satire or morality might prevail. - Miss Denham's character was pretty well decided with Charlotte. Sir Edward's required longer observation. He surprised her by quitting Clara immediately on their all joining and agreeing to walk, and by addressing his attentions entirely to herself.
Stationing himself close by her, he seemed to mean to detach her as much as possible from the rest of the party and to give her the whole of his conversation. He began, in a tone of great taste and feeling, to talk of the sea and the sea shore - and ran with energy through all the usual phrases employed in praise of their sublimity, and descriptive of the undescribable emotions they excite in the mind of sensibility. - The terrific grandeur of the ocean in a storm, its glassy surface in a calm, its gulls and its samphire, and the deep fathoms of its abysses, its quick vicissitudes, its direful deceptions, its mariners tempting it in sunshine and overwhelmed by the sudden tempest, all were eagerly and fluently touched; - rather commonplace perhaps - but doing very well from the lips of a handsome Sir Edward, - and she could not but think him a man of feeling - till he began to stagger her with the number of his quotations, and the bewilderment of some of his sentences.
'Do you remember,' said he, 'Scott's beautiful lines on the sea? - Oh! what a description they convey! - They are never out of my thoughts when I walk here. - That man who can read them unmoved must have the nerves of an assassin! - Heaven defend me from meeting such a man unarmed.'
'What description do you mean?' - said Charlotte. I' remember none at this moment, of the sea, in either of Scott's poems.'
'Do you not indeed? - Nor can I exactly recall the beginning at this moment - But - you cannot have forgotten his description of Woman. -
"Oh! Woman in our hours of ease - "
'Delicious! Delicious! - Had he written nothing more, he would have been immortal. And then again, that unequalled, unrivalled address to parental affection -
'Some feelings are to mortals given
With less of earth in them than heaven' etc.
'But while we are on the subject of poetry, what think you Miss Heywood of Bums' lines to his Mary? - Oh! there is pathos to madden one! - If ever there was a man who felt, it was Burns. - Montgomery has all the fire of poetry, Wordsworth has the true soul of it - Campbell in his Pleasures of Hope has touched the extreme of our sensations - "Like angel's visits, few and far between. 'Can you conceive anything more subduing, more melting, more fraught with the deep sublime than that line? - But Burns - I confess my sense of his pre-eminence Miss Hey wood. - If Scott has a fault, it is the want of passion. - Tender, elegant, descriptive - but tame. - The man who cannot do justice to the attributes of woman is my contempt. - Sometimes indeed a flash of feeling seems to irradiate him - as in the lines we were speaking of - "Oh! Woman in our hours of ease" -. But Burns is always on fire. - His soul was the altar in which lovely woman sat enshrined, his spirit truly breathed the immortal incense which is her due.-'26
'I have read several of Burns' poems with great delight,' said Charlotte as soon as she had time to speak, 'but I am not poetic enough to separate a man's poetry entirely from his character; - and poor Bums' known irregularities, greatly interrupt my enjoyment of his lines. - I have difficulty in depending on the truth of his feelings as a lover. I have not faith in the sincerity of the affections of a man of his description. He felt and he wrote and he forgot.'
'Oh! no no -' exclaimed Sir Edward in an ecstasy. 'He was all ardour and truth! - His genius and his susceptibilities might lead him into some aberrations - But who is perfect? - It were hypercriticism, it were pseudo-philosophy to expect from the soul of high-toned genius, the grovellings of a common mind. - The coruscations of talent, elicited by impassioned feeling in the breast of man, are perhaps incompatible with some of the prosaic decencies of life; - nor can you, loveliest Miss Heywood -' (speaking with an air of deep sentiment) - 'nor can any woman be a fair judge of what a man may be propelled to say, write or do, by the sovereign impulses of illimitable ardour.'
This was very fine; - but if Charlotte understood it at all, not very moral - and being moreover by no means pleased with his extraordinary style of compliment, she gravely answered 'I really know nothing of the matter. - This is a charming day. The wind I fancy must be southerly.'
'Happy, happy wind, to engage Miss Heywood's thoughts! -'
She began to think him downright silly. - His choosing to walk with her, she had learnt to understand. It was done to pique Miss Brereton. She had read it, in an anxious glance or two on his side - but why he should talk so much nonsense, unless he could do no better, was unintelligible. - He seemed very sentimental, very full of some feelings or other, and very much addicted to all the newest-fashioned hard words - had not a very clear brain she presumed, and talked a good deal by rote. - The future might explain him further - but when there was a proposition for going into the library she felt that she had had quite enough of Sir Edward for one morning, and very gladly accepted Lady Denham's invitation of remaining on the Terrace with her.
The others all left them, Sir Edward with looks of very gallant despair in tearing himself away, and they united their agreableness - that is, Lady Denham like a true great lady, talked and talked only of her own concerns, and Charlotte listened - amused in considering the contrast between her two companions. - Certainly, there was no strain of doubtful sentiment, nor any phrase of difficult interpretation in Lady Denham's discourse. Taking hold of Charlotte's arm with the ease of one who felt that any notice from her was an honour, and communicative, from the influence of the same conscious importance or a natural love of talking, she immediately said in a tone of great satisfaction - and with a look of arch sagacity - 'Miss Esther wants me to invite her and her brother to spend a week with me at Sanditon House, as I did last summer - But I shan't. - She has been trying to get round me every way, with her praise of this, and her praise of that; but I saw what she was about. - I saw through it all. - I am not very easily taken-in my dear.'
Charlotte could think of nothing more harmless to be said, than the simple enquiry of - 'Sir Edward and Miss Denham?'
'Yes, my dear. My young folks, as I call them sometimes, for I take them very much by the hand. I had them with me last summer about this time, for a week; from Monday to Monday; and very delighted and thankful they were. - For they are very good young people my dear. I would not have you think that I only notice them, for poor dear Sir Harry's sake. No, no; they are very deserving themselves, or trust me, they would not be so much in my company. - I am not the woman to help anybody blindfold. - I always take care to know what I am about and who I have to deal with, before I stir a finger. - I do not think I was ever over reached in my life; and that is a good deal for a woman to say that has been married twice. - Poor dear Sir Harry (between ourselves) thought at first to have got mor
e. - But' (with a bit of a sigh) 'he is gone, and we must not find fault with the dead. Nobody could live happier together than us - and he was a very honourable man, quite the gentleman of ancient family. - And when he died, I gave Sir Edward his gold watch. -'
She said this with a look at her companion which implied its right to produce a great impression - and seeing no rapturous astonishment in Charlotte's countenance, added quickly - 'He did not bequeath it to his nephew, my dear - It was no bequest. It was not in the will. He only told me, and that but once, that he should wish his nephew to have his watch; but it need not have been binding, if I had not chose it. -'
'Very kind indeed! very handsome!' - said Charlotte, absolutely forced to affect admiration.
'Yes, my dear - and it is not the only kind thing I have done by him. - I have been a very liberal friend to Sir Edward. And poor young man, he needs it bad enough; for though I am only the dowager my dear, and he is the heir, things do not stand between us in the way they commonly do between those two parties. - Not a shilling do I receive from the Denham estate. Sir Edward has no payments to make me. He don't stand uppermost, believe me. - It is I that help him.'
'Indeed! - He is a very fine young man; - particularly elegant in his address.'
This was said chiefly for the sake of saying something - but Charlotte directly saw that it was laying her open to suspicion by Lady Denham's giving a shrewd glance at her and replying - Yes, yes, he is very well to look at - and it is to be hoped that some lady of large fortune will think so - for Sir Edward must marry for money. - He and I often talk that matter over. - A handsome young fellow like him, will go smirking and smiling about and paying girls compliments, but he knows he must marry for money. - And Sir Edward is a very steady young man in the main, and has got very good notions.'
'Sir Edward Denham,' said Charlotte, 'with such personal advantages may be almost sure of getting a woman of fortune, if he chooses it.'
This glorious sentiment seemed quite to remove suspicion.
'Aye my dear - That's very sensibly said,' cried Lady Denham. 'And if we could but get a young heiress to Sanditon! But heiresses are monstrous scarce! I do not think we have had an heiress here, or even a co-heiress since Sanditon has been a public place.27 Families come after families, but as far as I can learn, it is not one in an hundred of them that have any real property, landed or funded. - An income perhaps, but no property. clergymen may be, or lawyers from town, or half pay officers, or widows with only a jointure. And what good can such people do anybody? - except just as they take our empty houses - and (between ourselves) I think they are great fools for not staying at home. Now, if we could get a young heiress to be sent here for her health - (and if she was ordered to drink asses' milk I could supply her) - and as soon as she got well, have her fall in love with Sir Edward!'
'That would be very fortunate indeed.'
'And Miss Esther must marry somebody of fortune too - She must get a rich husband. Ah! young ladies that have no money are very much to be pitied! - But -' after a short pause - 'if Miss Esther thinks to talk me into inviting them to come and stay at Sanditon House, she will find herself mistaken. - Matters are altered with me since last summer you know -. I have Miss Clara with me now, which makes a great difference.'
She spoke this so seriously that Charlotte instantly saw in it the evidence of real penetration and prepared for some fuller remarks - but it was followed only by - 'I have no fancy for having my house as full as an hotel. I should not choose to have my two housemaids' time taken up all the morning, in dusting out bedrooms. - They have Miss Clara's room to put to rights as well as my own every day. - If they had hard places, they would want higher wages. -'
For objections of this nature, Charlotte was not prepared, and she found it so impossible even to affect sympathy, that she could say nothing. - Lady Denham soon added, with great glee - 'And besides all this my dear, am I to be filling my house to the prejudice of Sanditon? - If people want to be by the sea, why don't they take lodgings? - Here are a great many empty houses - three on this very Terrace; no fewer than three lodging papers staring us in the face at this very moment, Numbers 3,4, and 8.8, the Comer House may be too large for them, but either of the two others are nice little snug houses, very fit for a young gentleman and his sister - And so, my dear, the next time Miss Esther begins talking about the dampness of Denham Park, and the good bathing always does her, I shall advise them to come and take one of these lodgings for a fortnight. - Don't you think that will be very fair? - Charity begins at home you know.'
Charlotte's feelings were divided between amusement and indignation - but indignation had the larger and the increasing share. - She kept her countenance and she kept a civil silence. She could not carry her forbearance farther; but without attempting to listen longer, and only conscious that Lady Denham was still talking on in the same way, allowed her thoughts to form themselves into such a meditation as this. -
'She is thoroughly mean. I had not expected anything so bad. - Mr Parker spoke too mildly of her. - His judgement is evidently not to be trusted. - His own goodnature misleads him. He is too kind hearted to see clearly. - I must judge for myself. - And their very connection prejudices him. - He has persuaded her to engage in the same speculation - and because their object in that line is the same, he fancies she feels like him in others. - But she is very, very mean. - I can see no good in her. - Poor Miss Brereton! - And she makes everybody mean about her. - This poor Sir Edward and his sister, - how far nature meant them to be respectable I cannot tell, - but they are obliged to be mean in their servility to her. - And I am mean too, in giving her my attention, with the appearance of coinciding with her. - Thus it is, when rich people are sordid.'
CHAPTER 8
The two ladies continued walking together till rejoined by the others, who as they issued from the library were followed by a young Whitby running off with five volumes under his arm to Sir Edward's gig - and Sir Edward approaching Charlotte, said 'You may perceive what has been our occupation. My sister wanted my counsel in the selection of some books. - We have many leisure hours, and read a great deal. - i am no indiscriminate novel-reader. The mere trash of the common circulating library, I hold in the highest contempt. You will never hear me advocating those puerile emanations which detail nothing but discordant principles incapable of amalgamation, or those vapid tissues of ordinary occurrences from which no useful deductions can be drawn. - In vain may we put them into a literary alembic; - we distil nothing which can add to science. - You understand me I am sure?'
'I am not quite certain that I do. - But if you will describe the sort of novels which you do approve, I dare say it will give me a clearer idea.'
'Most willingly, fair questioner. - The novels which I approve are such as display human nature with grandeur - such as show her in the sublimities of intense feeling - such as exhibit the progress of strong passion from the first germ of incipient susceptibility to the utmost energies of reason half-dethroned, - where we see the strong spark of woman's captivations elicit such fire in the soul of man as leads him - (though at the risk of some aberration from the strict line of primitive obligations) - to hazard all, dare all, achieve all, to obtain her. - Such are the works which I peruse with delight, and I hope I may say, with amelioration. They hold forth the most splendid portraitures of high conceptions, unbounded views, illimitable ardour, indomitable decision - and even when the event is plainly anti-prosperous to the high-toned machinations of the prime character, the potent, pervading hero of the story, it leaves us full of generous emotions for him; - our hearts are paralyzed -. T'were pseudo-philosophy to assert that we do not feel more enwrapped by the brilliancy of his career, than by the tranquil and morbid virtues of any opposing character. Our approbation of the latter is but eleemosynary. - These are the novels which enlarge the primitive capabilities of the heart, and which it cannot impugn the sense or be any dereliction of the character, of the most anti-puerile28 man, to be conversant with.'
/> 'If I understand you aright' - said Charlotte - 'our taste in novels is not at all the same.'
And here they were obliged to part - Miss Denham being too much tired of them all, to stay any longer.
The truth was that Sir Edward whom circumstances had confined very much to one spot had read more sentimental novels than agreed with him. His fancy had been early caught by all the impassioned, and most exceptionable parts of Richardson's; and such authors as have since appeared to tread in Richardson's steps, so far as man's determined pursuit of woman in defiance of every feeling and convenience is concerned, had since occupied the greater part of his literary hours, and formed his character. - With a perversity of judgement, which must be attributed to his not having by nature a very strong head, the graces, the spirit, the sagacity, and the perseverance, of the villain of the story outweighed all his absurdities and all his atrocities with Sir Edward. - With him, such conduct was genius, fire and feeling. - It interested and inflamed him; and he was always more anxious for its success and mourned over its discomfitures with more tenderness than could ever have been contemplated by the authors.29
Though he owed many of his ideas to this sort of reading, it were unjust to say that he read nothing else, or that his language were not formed on a more general knowledge of modern literature. - He read all the essays, letters, tours and criticisms of the day - and with the same ill-luck which made him derive only false principles from the lessons of morality, and incentives to vice from the history of its overthrow, he gathered only hard words and involved sentences from the style of our most approved writers.