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: Excuse me? Mrs. Norris
: Yes? Young Fanny
: How long am I expected to remain here? Mrs. Norris
: That depends, doesn't it? But if all goes well... Forever.
: I have no talent for certainty.
: You dance like an angel, Miss Price. Fanny Price
: One does not dance like an angel alone, Mr. Crawford.
: Your entire person is entirely agreeable. Fanny Price
: Yes, well, tonight I agree with everyone.
: Beware of fainting fits. Beware of swoons.
: Well, Lady Bertram is always suffering near-fatal fatigue. Susan Price
: From what? Fanny Price
: Usually from embroidering something of little use and no beauty... not to mention a healthy dose of opium every day. Susan Price
: Your tongue is sharper than a guillotine, Fanny. Fanny Price
: The effect of education, I suppose.
: She does not think evil, but she speaks it. It grieves me to the soul. Fanny Price
: The effect of education, perhaps. Edmund Bertram
] Perhaps I can uneducate her.
: So, this Henry Crawford, what's he like? Fanny Price
: A rake. I think. Susan Price
: Oh, yes, please. Fanny Price
: They amuse more in literature than they do in life. Susan Price
: Yes, but they amuse.
: I often wonder that history should be so dull, for a great deal of it must be invention.
: What? A compliment? Heavens rejoice, she complimented me! Fanny Price
: I complimented your dancing, Mr. Crawford, keep your wig on.
: Run mad as often as you choose but do not faint.
[to Edmund Bertram as she is leaving to return home
] Fanny Price
: I hope... I hope you know how much... how much I shall... write to you...
: And a woman's poverty is a slavery even more harsh than a man's. Henry Crawford
: Mm, arguable. But it need not be your lot. You can live out your days in comfort... with me. Fanny Price
: I know. Henry Crawford
: You do? Fanny Price
: Yes. Henry Crawford
: Is that a yes? Fanny Price
: Yes. Henry Crawford
: Is that the yes I have heard a hundred times in my heart but never from you? Oh, Fanny Price... You will learn to love me. Say it again. Fanny Price
: Fanny, I've loved you my whole life. Fanny Price
: I know, Edmund. Edmund Bertram
: No... I've loved you as a man loves a woman. As a hero loves a heroine. As I have never loved anyone.
: Life seems nothing more than a quick succession of busy nothings.
: And what is your opinion, Miss Price? Fanny Price
: I am sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Crawford, but I'm afraid I do not have a ready opinion. Henry Crawford
: I suspect you are almost entirely composed of ready opinions not yet shared.
: Oh, don't be an imbecile. Fanny Price
: Oh, but imbecility in women is a great enhancement to their personal charms. Edmund Bertram
: Fanny, you're being irrational. Fanny Price
: Yet another adornment. I must be ravishing.
: Maria was married on Saturday. In all important preparations of mind she was complete, being prepared for matrimony by a hatred of home, by the misery of disappointed affection, and contempt of the man she was to marry. The bride was elegantly dressed and the two bridesmaids were duly inferior. Her mother stood with salts, expecting to be agitated, and her aunt tried to cry. Marriage is indeed a maneuvering business.
: Fanny, you have created sensations which my heart has never known before. Fanny Price
: Please. Henry Crawford
: There is only one happiness in life: to love and be loved. Fanny Price
: Mr. Crawford, do not speak nonsense. Henry Crawford
: Nonsense? Fanny Price
: You are such a fine speaker that I'm afraid you may actually end in convincing yourself. Henry Crawford
: Fanny. You are killing me. Fanny Price
: No man dies of love but on the stage.
: It could have turned out differently, I suppose.
[All the characters pause and look thoughtful
] Fanny Price
: But it didn't.
: We all need an audience, wouldn't you say, Fanny? Fanny Price
: To be truthful, I live in dread of audiences.
: And has your heart changed towards him? Fanny Price
: Yes. Many times.
: [referring to Henry Crawford
] I do not trust him, sir. Sir Thomas Bertram
: What do you distrust? Fanny Price
: His nature, sir. Like many charming people, he conceals an almost absolute dependence on the appreciation of others. Sir Thomas Bertram
: And what is the terrible ill in that? Fanny Price
: His sole interest is in being loved, sir, not in loving.
: To be at home again, to be loved by my family, to feel affection without fear or restraint and to feel myself the equal of those that surround me.
: No on meant to be unkind, but I was the poor relation and I was often made to feel it. Only Edmund put himself out to secure my happiness. He became my one true friend. And as the years passed, I came to love him as more than a cousin.
: You must never forget, whatever the occasion, you must always be the lowest, the last. Fanny Price
: Oh I shall never forget that. Unless of course I'm enjoying myself too much to remember.
: I can't guide you, we all have our best guides within us
: Um, Fanny my dear, I've quite run out of lavender, pick some won't you, before the sun get's too hot. Fanny Price
: Yes, Aunt, of course. Lady Bertram
: And, Edmund, find scissors and go with her.
: Is it possible to be so happy? Edmund Bertram
: Yes. Let's make it our business, Mrs. Bertram, to happy ever after.
: Cousin Tom, I am glad to see you well. Tom Bertram
: The leeches had so much of me I'm glad you see me at all.