He may live twenty years longer.But thirty-five has nothing to do with matrimony.""Perhaps," said Elinor, "thirty-five and seventeen had better not have any thing to do with matrimony together.
But if there should by any chance happen to be a woman who is single at seven and twenty, I should not think Colonel Brandon's being thirty-five any objection to his marrying HER.""A woman of seven and twenty," said Marianne, after pausing a moment, "can never hope to feel or inspire affection again, and if her home be uncomfortable, or her fortune small, I can suppose that she might bring herself to submit to the offices of a nurse, for the sake of the provision and security of a wife.
In his marrying such a woman therefore there would be nothing unsuitable.It would be a compact of convenience, and the world would be satisfied.In my eyes it would be no marriage at all, but that would be nothing.
To me it would seem only a commercial exchange, in which each wished to be benefited at the expense of the other.""It would be impossible, I know," replied Elinor, "to convince you that a woman of seven and twenty could feel for a man of thirty-five anything near enough to love, to make him a desirable companion to her.
But I must object to your dooming Colonel Brandon and his wife to the constant confinement of a sick chamber, merely because he chanced to complain yesterday (a very cold damp day) of a slight rheumatic feel in one of his shoulders.""But he talked of flannel waistcoats," said Marianne;"and with me a flannel waistcoat is invariably connected with aches, cramps, rheumatisms, and every species of ailment that can afflict the old and the feeble.""Had he been only in a violent fever, you would not have despised him half so much.Confess, Marianne, is not there something interesting to you in the flushed cheek, hollow eye, and quick pulse of a fever?"Soon after this, upon Elinor's leaving the room, "Mamma," said Marianne, "I have an alarm on the subject of illness which I cannot conceal from you.I am sure Edward Ferrars is not well.We have now been here almost a fortnight, and yet he does not come.Nothing but real indisposition could occasion this extraordinary delay.
What else can detain him at Norland?"
"Had you any idea of his coming so soon?"said Mrs.Dashwood."I had none.On the contrary, if I have felt any anxiety at all on the subject, it has been in recollecting that he sometimes showed a want of pleasure and readiness in accepting my invitation, when I talked of his coming to Barton.Does Elinor expect him already?""I have never mentioned it to her, but of course she must.""I rather think you are mistaken, for when Iwas talking to her yesterday of getting a new grate for the spare bedchamber, she observed that there was no immediate hurry for it, as it was not likely that the room would be wanted for some time.""How strange this is! what can be the meaning of it!
But the whole of their behaviour to each other has been unaccountable! How cold, how composed were their last adieus! How languid their conversation the last evening of their being together! In Edward's farewell there was no distinction between Elinor and me: it was the good wishes of an affectionate brother to both.Twice did I leave them purposely together in the course of the last morning, and each time did he most unaccountably follow me out of the room.And Elinor, in quitting Norland and Edward, cried not as I did.Even now her self-command is invariable.
When is she dejected or melancholy? When does she try to avoid society, or appear restless and dissatisfied in it?"
