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: Why so grave? You disapprove her choice? Marianne
: By no means. Edward is very amiable. Mrs. Dashwood
: Amiable? But...? Marianne
: But there is something wanting. He's too sedate. His reading last night... Mrs. Dashwood
: But Elinor has not your feelings. His reserve suits her. Marianne
: Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn - to be on fire, like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise. Mrs. Dashwood
: They made rather pathetic ends, dear. Marianne
: Pathetic? To die for love? How can you say so? What could be more glorious? Mrs. Dashwood
: I think that would be taking your romantic sensibilities a little far.
: Fanny wishes to know where the key to the silver cabinet is kept. Elinor Dashwood
: Betsy has it, I think. What does Fanny want with the silver? Marianne
: One can only presume she wants to count it. What are you doing? Elinor Dashwood
: Presents for the servants. Have you seen Margaret, by the way? I'm worried about her. She's taken to hiding in the oddest places. Marianne
: Fortunate girl. At least she can escape Fanny, which is more than any of us is able. Elinor Dashwood
: You do your best. You've not said a word to her for a week. Marianne
: I have. I've said "yes" and "no".
: Did he tell you that he loved you? Marianne
: Yes. No. Never absolutely. It was everyday implied but never declared.
: I do not attempt to deny that I think very highly of him, that I... greatly esteem him... I like him. Marianne
: "Esteem him?" "Like him?" Use those insipid words again and I shall leave the room this instant.
: And as for you, you have no right, no right at all, to parade your ignorant assumptions... Margaret
: They're not assumptions, you told me. Marianne
: I told you nothing. Margaret
: They'll meet him when he comes, anyway. Marianne
: Margaret, that is not the point. You do not speak of such things before strangers. Margaret
: But everyone else was. Marianne
: Mrs Jennings is not everyone. Margaret
: I like her. She talks about things. We never talk about things. Mrs. Dashwood
: Hush, please. That is enough, Margaret. If you cannot think of anything appropriate to say, you will please restrict your remarks to the weather
: Sir John, might I play your pianoforte? Sir John Middleton
: Yes, yes, of course. My goodness. Yes, we do not stand upon ceremony here, my dear.
: He must like you very much. Marianne
: It is not just for me. It is for all of us.
: Good morning, Fanny. Fanny
: Good morning, Miss Marianne. Marianne
: How did you find the silver? Was it all genuine?
: Miss Dashwood, Miss Marianne - I come to issue an invitation. A picnic on my estate at Delaford if you would care to join us on Thursday next. Mrs. Jennings daughter and her husband are traveling up especially. Elinor Dashwood
: We should be delighted, Colonel. Colonel Brandon
: I will of course be including Mr. Willoughby in the party. Marianne
: I shall be delighted to join you, Colonel.
: I was never so grateful in all my life as I am to Mrs. Jennings. Oh, Elinor, I shall see Willoughby and you will see Edward. Are you asleep? Elinor Dashwood
: With you in the room? Marianne
: I do not believe you feel as calm as you look, Elinor. Not even you. Oh, I will never sleep tonight. And what were you and Miss Steele talking about so long? Elinor Dashwood
: Nothing of significance.
: Frailty, thy name is Brandon. Marianne
: There are some people who can't bear a party of pleasure. Mrs. Dashwood
: You're a very wicked pair. Colonel Brandon will be sadly missed. John Willoughby
: Why? When he is the sort of man that everyone speaks well of and no one remembers to talk to?
[after Marianne has first met Willoughby
] Elinor Dashwood
: Marianne, you must change. You will catch a cold. Marianne
: What care I for colds when there is such a man. Elinor Dashwood
: You will care very much when your nose swells up. Marianne
: You are right. Help me, Elinor.
: Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and honour and duty. Elinor, where is your heart? Elinor Dashwood
: What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I've had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exultations again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence I could have provided proof enough of a broken heart, even for you.
: Whatever his past actions, whatever his present course... at least you may be certain that he loved you. Marianne
: But not enough. Not enough.
: Are we never to have a moment's peace? The rent here may be low but I believe we have it on very hard terms. Elinor Dashwood
: Mrs Jennings is a wealthy woman with a married daughter. She has nothing to do but marry off everyone else's.
: When is a man to be safe from such wit if age and infirmity do not protect him? Elinor Dashwood
: Infirmity? Mrs. Dashwood
: If Colonel Brandon is infirm then I am at death's door. Elinor Dashwood
: It is a miracle your life has extended this far. Marianne
: Did you not hear him complain of a rheumatism in his shoulder? Elinor Dashwood
: "A slight ache" I believe was his phrase.
: "Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken." Willoughby. Willoughby. Willoughby.
: I'm taking you for a walk. Margaret
: No, I've been a walk. Marianne
: You need another. Margaret
: It's going to rain. Marianne
: It is NOT going to rain. Margaret
: You ALWAYS say that and then it ALWAYS does.
: Would you have him treat her even worse than Willoughby has treated you? Marianne
: No, but nor would I have him marry where he does not love.
: You have no confidence in me. Marianne
: This reproach from you. You who confide in no-one. Elinor Dashwood
: I have nothing to tell. Marianne
: Nor I. Neither of us have anything to tell. I because I conceal nothing and you because you communicate nothing.
: Is there any felicity in the world superior to this? Margaret
: I told you it would rain. Marianne
: There's some blue sky! Let us chase it!
: Did you see him? He expressed himself well, did he not? Mrs. Dashwood
: With great decorum and honour. Marianne
: And spirit and wit and feeling! Elinor
: And economy - ten words at most.
[after a reading of Spenser's The Faerie Queen
: Shall we continue tomorrow? Colonel Brandon
: No, for I must away. Marianne
: Away? Where? Colonel Brandon
: That I cannot tell you. It is a secret.
[as Mrs. Dashwood sees off Marianne's dashing rescuer
] His name! His name! Mrs. Dashwood
: Oh, his name!
] Mrs. Dashwood
: Please, could you tell us to whom we are so much obliged?
: Is love a fancy or a feeling... or a Ferrars?
: I trust I find you all well? Marianne
: Thank you, Edward, we are all very well. Margaret
: We've been enjoying very fine weather.
[Marianne nudges her
: Well, we have. Edward Ferrars
: Well, I-I'm glad to hear it. The roads were very... dry.
: Edward promised he'd bring the atlas to Barton for me? Marianne
: Did he? Well, I'll wager he will do so in less than a fortnight.
: Colonel Brandon.
[Though trying to slip out, he eases slowly back into the room, almost afraid to speak
: Thank you.
[a fleeting look of mild gratitude crosses his face from these first sincerely kind words she's ever spoken to him
: Poor Willoughby. He will always regret you. Marianne
: But does it follow that, had he chosen me, he would have been content? He would have had a wife he loved, but no money, and might soon have learned to rank the demands of his pocketbook far above the demands of his heart. If his present regrets are half as painful as mine, he will suffer enough. Elinor Dashwood
: Do you compare your conduct with his? Marianne
: No, I compare it with what it ought to have been. I compare it with yours.
: Are you hurt? Marianne
: Only my ankle. John Willoughby
: May I have your permission to ascertain if there are any breaks?
: It is not what we say or feel that makes us what we are it is what we do... or fail to do.