Разум и чувства / Sense and Sensibility

She saw only that he was quiet and unobtrusive, and she liked him for it. He did not disturb the wretchedness of her mind by ill-timed conversation. She was first called to observe and approve him farther, by a reflection which Elinor chanced one day to make on the difference between him and his sister. It was a contrast which recommended him most forcibly to her mother.

�It is enough,’ said she; �to say that he is unlike Fanny is enough. It implies everything amiable. I love him already.’

�I think you will like him,’ said Elinor, �when you know more of him.

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�Like him!’ replied her mother with a smile. �I feel no sentiment of approbation inferior to love.’

�You may esteem him.’

�I have never yet known what it was to separate esteem and love.’

Mrs. Dashwood now took pains to get acquainted with him. Her manners were attaching, and soon banished his reserve. She speedily comprehended all his merits; the persuasion of his regard for Elinor perhaps assisted her penetration; but she really felt assured of his worth: and even that quietness of manner, which militated against all her established ideas of what a young man’s address ought to be, was no longer uninteresting when she knew his heart to be warm and his temper affectionate.

No sooner did she perceive any symptom of love in his behaviour to Elinor, than she considered their serious attachment as certain, and looked forward to their marriage as rapidly approaching.

�In a few months, my dear Marianne.’ said she, �Elinor will, in all probability be settled for life. We shall miss her; but SHE will be happy.’

�Oh! Mamma, how shall we do without her?’

�My love, it will be scarcely a separation. We shall live within a few miles of each other, and shall meet every day of our lives. You will gain a brother, a real, affectionate brother. I have the highest opinion in the world of Edward’s heart. But you look grave, Marianne; do you disapprove your sister’s choice?’

�Perhaps,’ said Marianne, �I may consider it with some surprise.

Edward is very amiable, and I love him tenderly. But yet – he is not the kind of young man – there is something wanting – his figure is not striking; it has none of that grace which I should expect in the man who could seriously attach my sister. His eyes want all that spirit, that fire, which at once announce virtue and intelligence.