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Persuasion
by Jane Austen
(1818)
Chapter 1
Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his
own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found
occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties
were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of
the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs
changed naturally into pity and contempt as he turned over the almost endless
creations of the last century; and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could
read his own history with an interest which never failed. This was the page at which
the favourite volume always opened:
ELLIOT OF KELLYNCH HALL.
Walter Elliot, born March 1, 1760, married, July 15, 1784, Elizabeth, daughter
of James Stevenson, Esq. of South Park, in the county of Gloucester, by which lady
(who died 1800) he has issue Elizabeth, born June 1, 1785; Anne, born August 9,
1787; a still-born son, November 5, 1789; Mary, born November 20, 1791.
Precisely such had the paragraph originally stood from the printer s hands; but
Sir Walter had improved it by adding, for the information of himself and his family,
these words, after the date of Mary s birth-- Married, December 16, 1810, Charles,
son and heir of Charles Musgrove, Esq. of Uppercross, in the county of Somerset,
and by inserting most accurately the day of the month on which he had lost his wife.
Then followed the history and rise of the ancient and respectable family, in the
usual terms; how it had been first settled in Cheshire; how mentioned in Dugdale,
serving the office of high sheriff, representing a borough in three successive
parliaments, exertions of loyalty, and dignity of baronet, in the first year of Charles
II, with all the Marys and Elizabeths they had married; forming altogether two
handsome duodecimo pages, and concluding with the arms and motto:-- Principal
seat, Kellynch Hall, in the county of Somerset, and Sir Walter s handwriting again
in this finale:--
Heir presumptive, William Walter Elliot, Esq., great grandson of the second Sir
Walter.
Vanity was the beginning and the end of Sir Walter Elliot s character; vanity of
person and of situation. He had been remarkably handsome in his youth; and, at fifty-
four, was still a very fine man. Few women could think more of their personal
appearance than he did, nor could the valet of any new made lord be more delighted
with the place he held in society. He considered the blessing of beauty as inferior
only to the blessing of a baronetcy; and the Sir Walter Elliot, who united these gifts,
was the constant object of his warmest respect and devotion.
His good looks and his rank had one fair claim on his attachment; since to them
he must have owed a wife of very superior character to any thing deserved by his
own. Lady Elliot had been an excellent woman, sensible and amiable; whose
judgement and conduct, if they might be pardoned the youthful infatuation which
made her Lady Elliot, had never required indulgence afterwards.--She had
humoured, or softened, or concealed his failings, and promoted his real respectability
for seventeen years; and though not the very happiest being in the world herself, had
found enough in her duties, her friends, and her children, to attach her to life, and
make it no matter of indifference to her when she was called on to quit them.--Three
girls, the two eldest sixteen and fourteen, was an awful legacy for a mother to
bequeath, an awful charge rather, to confide to the authority and guidance of a
conceited, silly father. She had, however, one very intimate friend, a sensible,
deserving woman, who had been brought, by strong attachment to herself, to settle
close by her, in the village of Kellynch; and on her kindness and advice, Lady Elliot
mainly relied for the best help and maintenance of the good principles and instruction
which she had been anxiously giving her daughters.
This friend, and Sir Walter, did not marry, whatever might have been anticipated
on that head by their acquaintance. Thirteen years had passed away since Lady
Elliot s death, and they were still near neighbours and intimate friends, and one
remained a widower, the other a widow.
That Lady Russell, of steady age and character, and extremely well provided for,
should have no thought of a second marriage, needs no apology to the public, which
is rather apt to be unreasonably discontented when a woman does marry again, than
when she does not; but Sir Walter s continuing in singleness requires explanation. Be
it known then, that Sir Walter, like a good father, (having met with one or two private
disappointments in very unreasonable applications), prided himself on remaining
single for his dear daughters sake. For one daughter, his eldest, he would really have
given up any thing, which he had not been very much tempted to do. Elizabeth had
succeeded, at sixteen, to all that was possible, of her mother s rights and consequence;
and being very handsome, and very like himself, her influence had always been great,
and they had gone on together most happily. His two other children were of very
inferior value. Mary had acquired a little artificial importance, by becoming Mrs
Charles Musgrove; but Anne, with an elegance of mind and sweetness of character,
which must have placed her high with any people of real understanding, was nobody
with either father or sister; her word had no weight, her convenience was always to
give way--she was only Anne.
To Lady Russell, indeed, she was a most dear and highly valued god-daughter,
favourite, and friend. Lady Russell loved them all; but it was only in Anne that she
could fancy the mother to revive again.
A few years before, Anne Elliot had been a very pretty girl, but her bloom had
vanished early; and as even in its height, her father had found little to admire in her,
(so totally different were her delicate features and mild dark eyes from his own),
there could be nothing in them, now that she was faded and thin, to excite his esteem.
He had never indulged much hope, he had now none, of ever reading her name in
any other page of his favourite work. All equality of alliance must rest with Elizabeth,
for Mary had merely connected herself with an old country family of respectability
and large fortune, and had therefore given all the honour and received none:
Elizabeth would, one day or other, marry suitably.
It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was
ten years before; and, generally speaking, if there has been neither ill health nor
anxiety, it is a time of life at which scarcely any charm is lost. It was so with
Elizabeth, still the same handsome Miss Elliot that she had begun to be thirteen years
ago, and Sir Walter might be excused, therefore, in forgetting her age, or, at least, be
deemed only half a fool, for thinking himself and Elizabeth as blooming as ever,
amidst the wreck of the good looks of everybody else; for he could plainly see how
old all the rest of his family and acquaintance were growing. Anne haggard, Mary
coarse, every face in the neighbourhood worsting, and the rapid increase of the crow s
foot about Lady Russell s temples had long been a distress to him.
Elizabeth did not quite equal her father in personal contentment. Thirteen years
had seen her mistress of Kellynch Hall, presiding and directing with a self-possession
and decision which could never have given the idea of her being younger than she
was. For thirteen years had she been doing the honours, and laying down the
domestic law at home, and leading the way to the chaise and four, and walking
immediately after Lady Russell out of all the drawing-rooms and dining-rooms in the
country. Thirteen winters revolving frosts had seen her opening every ball of credit
which a scanty neighbourhood afforded, and thirteen springs shewn their blossoms,
as she travelled up to London with her father, for a few weeks annual enjoyment of
the great world. She had the remembrance of all this, she had the consciousness of
being nine-and-twenty to give her some regrets and some apprehensions; she was
fully satisfied of being still quite as handsome as ever, but she felt her approach to
the years of danger, and would have rejoiced to be certain of being properly solicited
by baronet-blood within the next twelvemonth or two. Then might she again take up
the book of books with as much enjoyment as in her early youth, but now she liked
it not. Always to be presented with the date of her own birth and see no marriage
follow but that of a youngest sister, made the book an evil; and more than once, when
her father had left it open on the table near her, had she closed it, with averted eyes,
and pushed it away.
She had had a disappointment, moreover, which that book, and especially the
history of her own family, must ever present the remembrance of. The heir
presumptive, the very William Walter Elliot, Esq., whose rights had been so
generously supported by her father, had disappointed her.
She had, while a very young girl, as soon as she had known him to be, in the
event of her having no brother, the future baronet, meant to marry him, and her father
had always meant that she should. He had not been known to them as a boy; but soon
after Lady Elliot s death, Sir Walter had sought the acquaintance, and though his
overtures had not been met with any warmth, he had persevered in seeking it, making
allowance for the modest drawing-back of youth; and, in one of their spring
excursions to London, when Elizabeth was in her first bloom, Mr Elliot had been
forced into the introduction.
He was at that time a very young man, just engaged in the study of the law; and
Elizabeth found him extremely agreeable, and every plan in his favour was
confirmed. He was invited to Kellynch Hall; he was talked of and expected all the
rest of the year; but he never came. The following spring he was seen again in town,
found equally agreeable, again encouraged, invited, and expected, and again he did
not come; and the next tidings were that he was married. Instead of pushing his
fortune in the line marked out for the heir of the house of Elliot, he had purchased
independence by uniting himself to a rich woman of inferior birth.
Sir Walter had resented it. As the head of the house, he felt that he ought to have
been consulted, especially after taking the young man so publicly by the hand; For
they must have been seen together, he observed, once at Tattersall s, and twice in
the lobby of the House of Commons. His disapprobation was expressed, but
apparently very little regarded. Mr Elliot had attempted no apology, and shewn
himself as unsolicitous of being longer noticed by the family, as Sir Walter
considered him unworthy of it: all acquaintance between them had ceased.
This very awkward history of Mr Elliot was still, after an interval of several
years, felt with anger by Elizabeth, who had liked the man for himself, and still more
for being her father s heir, and whose strong family pride could see only in him a
proper match for Sir Walter Elliot s eldest daughter. There was not a baronet from A
to Z whom her feelings could have so willingly acknowledged as an equal. Yet so
miserably had he conducted himself, that though she was at this present time (the
summer of 1814) wearing black ribbons for his wife, she could not admit him to be
worth thinking of again. The disgrace of his first marriage might, perhaps, as there
was no reason to suppose it perpetuated by offspring, have been got over, had he not
done worse; but he had, as by the accustomary intervention of kind friends, they had
been informed, spoken most disrespectfully of them all, most slightingly and
contemptuously of the very blood he belonged to, and the honours which were
hereafter to be his own. This could not be pardoned.
Such were Elizabeth Elliot s sentiments and sensations; such the cares to alloy,
the agitations to vary, the sameness and the elegance, the prosperity and the
nothingness of her scene of life; such the feelings to give interest to a long, uneventful
residence in one country circle, to fill the vacancies which there were no habits of
utility abroad, no talents or accomplishments for home, to occupy.
But now, another occupation and solicitude of mind was beginning to be added
to these. Her father was growing distressed for money. She knew, that when he now
took up the Baronetage, it was to drive the heavy bills of his tradespeople, and the
unwelcome hints of Mr Shepherd, his agent, from his thoughts. The Kellynch
property was good, but not equal to Sir Walter s apprehension of the state required
in its possessor. While Lady Elliot lived, there had been method, moderation, and
economy, which had just kept him within his income; but with her had died all such
right-mindedness, and from that period he had been constantly exceeding it. It had
not been possible for him to spend less; he had done nothing but what Sir Walter
Elliot was imperiously called on to do; but blameless as he was, he was not only
growing dreadfully in debt, but was hearing of it so often, that it became vain to
attempt concealing it longer, even partially, from his daughter. He had given her
some hints of it the last spring in town; he had gone so far even as to say, Can we
retrench? Does it occur to you that there is any one article in which we can retrench?
and Elizabeth, to do her justice, had, in the first ardour of female alarm, set seriously
to think what could be done, and had finally proposed these two branches of
economy, to cut off some unnecessary charities, and to refrain from new furnishing
the drawing-room; to which expedients she afterwards added the happy thought of
their taking no present down to Anne, as had been the usual yearly custom. But these
measures, however good in themselves, were insufficient for the real extent of the
evil, the whole of which Sir Walter found himself obliged to confess to her soon
afterwards. Elizabeth had nothing to propose of deeper efficacy. She felt herself ill-
used and unfortunate, as did her father; and they were neither of them able to devise
any means of lessening their expenses without compromising their dignity, or
relinquishing their comforts in a way not to be borne.
There was only a small part of his estate that Sir Walter could dispose of; but
had every acre been alienable, it would have made no difference. He had
condescended to mortgage as far as he had the power, but he would never condescend
to sell. No; he would never disgrace his name so far. The Kellynch estate should be
transmitted whole and entire, as he had received it.
Their two confidential friends, Mr Shepherd, who lived in the neighbouring
market town, and Lady Russell, were called to advise them; and both father and
daughter seemed to expect that something should be struck out by one or the other
to remove their embarrassments and reduce their expenditure, without involving the
loss of any indulgence of taste or pride.
Chapter 2
Mr Shepherd, a civil, cautious lawyer, who, whatever might be his hold or his
views on Sir Walter, would rather have the disagreeable prompted by anybody else,
excused himself from offering the slightest hint, and only begged leave to
recommend an implicit reference to the excellent judgement of Lady Russell, from
whose known good sense he fully expected to have just such resolute measures
advised as he meant to see finally adopted.
Lady Russell was most anxiously zealous on the subject, and gave it much
serious consideration. She was a woman rather of sound than of quick abilities,
whose difficulties in coming to any decision in this instance were great, from the
opposition of two leading principles. She was of strict integrity herself, with a
delicate sense of honour; but she was as desirous of saving Sir Walter s feelings, as
solicitous for the credit of the family, as aristocratic in her ideas of what was due to
them, as anybody of sense and honesty could well be. She was a benevolent,
charitable, good woman, and capable of strong attachments, most correct in her
conduct, strict in her notions of decorum, and with manners that were held a standard
of good-breeding. She had a cultivated mind, and was, generally speaking, rational
and consistent; but she had prejudices on the side of ancestry; she had a value for
rank and consequence, which blinded her a little to the faults of those who possessed
them. Herself the widow of only a knight, she gave the dignity of a baronet all its
due; and Sir Walter, independent of his claims as an old acquaintance, an attentive
neighbour, an obliging landlord, the husband of her very dear friend, the father of
Anne and her sisters, was, as being Sir Walter, in her apprehension, entitled to a great
deal of compassion and consideration under his present difficulties.
They must retrench; that did not admit of a doubt. But she was very anxious to
have it done with the least possible pain to him and Elizabeth. She drew up plans of
economy, she made exact calculations, and she did what nobody else thought of
doing: she consulted Anne, who never seemed considered by the others as having
any interest in the question. She consulted, and in a degree was influenced by her in
marking out the scheme of retrenchment which was at last submitted to Sir Walter.
Every emendation of Anne s had been on the side of honesty against importance. She
wanted more vigorous measures, a more complete reformation, a quicker release
from debt, a much higher tone of indifference for everything but justice and equity.
If we can persuade your father to all this, said Lady Russell, looking over her
paper, much may be done. If he will adopt these regulations, in seven years he will
be clear; and I hope we may be able to convince him and Elizabeth, that Kellynch
Hall has a respectability in itself which cannot be affected by these reductions; and
that the true dignity of Sir Walter Elliot will be very far from lessened in the eyes of
sensible people, by acting like a man of principle. What will he be doing, in fact, but
what very many of our first families have done, or ought to do? There will be nothing
singular in his case; and it is singularity which often makes the worst part of our
suffering, as it always does of our conduct. I have great hope of prevailing. We must
be serious and decided; for after all, the person who has contracted debts must pay
them; and though a great deal is due to the feelings of the gentleman, and the head
of a house, like your father, there is still more due to the character of an honest man.
This was the principle on which Anne wanted her father to be proceeding, his
friends to be urging him. She considered it as an act of indispensable duty to clear
away the claims of creditors with all the expedition which the most comprehensive
retrenchments could secure, and saw no dignity in anything short of it. She wanted it
to be prescribed, and felt as a duty. She rated Lady Russell s influence highly; and as
to the severe degree of self-denial which her own conscience prompted, she believed
there might be little more difficulty in persuading them to a complete, than to half a
reformation. Her knowledge of her father and Elizabeth inclined her to think that the
sacrifice of one pair of horses would be hardly less painful than of both, and so on,
through the whole list of Lady Russell s too gentle reductions.
How Anne s more rigid requisitions might have been taken is of little
consequence. Lady Russell s had no success at all: could not be put up with, were not
to be borne. What! every comfort of life knocked off! Journeys, London, servants,
horses, table--contractions and restrictions every where! To live no longer with the
decencies even of a private gentleman! No, he would sooner quit Kellynch Hall at
once, than remain in it on such disgraceful terms.
Quit Kellynch Hall. The hint was immediately taken up by Mr Shepherd,
whose interest was involved in the reality of Sir Walter s retrenching, and who was
perfectly persuaded that nothing would be done without a change of abode. Since
the idea had been started in the very quarter which ought to dictate, he had no
scruple, he said, in confessing his judgement to be entirely on that side. It did not
appear to him that Sir Walter could materially alter his style of living in a house
which had such a character of hospitality and ancient dignity to support. In any other
place Sir Walter might judge for himself; and would be looked up to, as regulating
the modes of life in whatever way he might choose to model his household.
Sir Walter would quit Kellynch Hall; and after a very few days more of doubt
and indecision, the great question of whither he should go was settled, and the first
outline of this important change made out.
There had been three alternatives, London, Bath, or another house in the country.
All Anne s wishes had been for the latter. A small house in their own neighbourhood,
where they might still have Lady Russell s society, still be near Mary, and still have
the pleasure of sometimes seeing the lawns and groves of Kellynch, was the object
of her ambition. But the usual fate of Anne attended her, in having something very
opposite from her inclination fixed on. She disliked Bath, and did not think it agreed
with her; and Bath was to be her home.
Sir Walter had at first thought more of London; but Mr Shepherd felt that he
could not be trusted in London, and had been skilful enough to dissuade him from it,
and make Bath preferred. It was a much safer place for a gentleman in his
predicament: he might there be important at comparatively little expense. Two
material advantages of Bath over London had of course been given all their weight:
its more convenient distance from Kellynch, only fifty miles, and Lady Russell s
spending some part of every winter there; and to the very great satisfaction of Lady
Russell, whose first views on the projected change had been for Bath, Sir Walter and
Elizabeth were induced to believe that they should lose neither consequence nor
enjoyment by settling there.
Lady Russell felt obliged to oppose her dear Anne s known wishes. It would be
too much to expect Sir Walter to descend into a small house in his own
neighbourhood. Anne herself would have found the mortifications of it more than
she foresaw, and to Sir Walter s feelings they must have been dreadful. And with
regard to Anne s dislike of Bath, she considered it as a prejudice and mistake arising,
first, from the circumstance of her having been three years at school there, after her
mother s death; and secondly, from her happening to be not in perfectly good spirits
the only winter which she had afterwards spent there with herself.
Lady Russell was fond of Bath, in short, and disposed to think it must suit them
all; and as to her young friend s health, by passing all the warm months with her at
Kellynch Lodge, every danger would be avoided; and it was in fact, a change which
must do both health and spirits good. Anne had been too little from home, too little
seen. Her spirits were not high. A larger society would improve them. She wanted
her to be more known.
The undesirableness of any other house in the same neighbourhood for Sir
Walter was certainly much strengthened by one part, and a very material part of the
scheme, which had been happily engrafted on the beginning. He was not only to quit
his home, but to see it in the hands of others; a trial of fortitude, which stronger heads
than Sir Walter s have found too much. Kellynch Hall was to be let. This, however,
was a profound secret, not to be breathed beyond their own circle.
Sir Walter could not have borne the degradation of being known to design letting
his house. Mr Shepherd had once mentioned the word advertise, but never dared
approach it again. Sir Walter spurned the idea of its being offered in any manner;
forbad the slightest hint being dropped of his having such an intention; and it was
only on the supposition of his being spontaneously solicited by some most
unexceptionable applicant, on his own terms, and as a great favour, that he would let
it at all.
How quick come the reasons for approving what we like! Lady Russell had
another excellent one at hand, for being extremely glad that Sir Walter and his family
were to remove from the country. Elizabeth had been lately forming an intimacy,
which she wished to see interrupted. It was with the daughter of Mr Shepherd, who
had returned, after an unprosperous marriage, to her father s house, with the
additional burden of two children. She was a clever young woman, who understood
the art of pleasing--the art of pleasing, at least, at Kellynch Hall; and who had made
herself so acceptable to Miss Elliot, as to have been already staying there more than
once, in spite of all that Lady Russell, who thought it a friendship quite out of place,
could hint of caution and reserve.
Lady Russell, indeed, had scarcely any influence with Elizabeth, and seemed to
love her, rather because she would love her, than because Elizabeth deserved it. She
had never received from her more than outward attention, nothing beyond the
observances of complaisance; had never succeeded in any point which she wanted to
carry, against previous inclination. She had been repeatedly very earnest in trying to
get Anne included in the visit to London, sensibly open to all the injustice and all the
discredit of the selfish arrangements which shut her out, and on many lesser
occasions had endeavoured to give Elizabeth the advantage of her own better
judgement and experience; but always in vain: Elizabeth would go her own way; and
never had she pursued it in more decided opposition to Lady Russell than in this
selection of Mrs Clay; turning from the society of so deserving a sister, to bestow her
affection and confidence on one who ought to have been nothing to her but the object
of distant civility.
From situation, Mrs Clay was, in Lady Russell s estimate, a very unequal, and
in her character she believed a very dangerous companion; and a removal that would
leave Mrs Clay behind, and bring a choice of more suitable intimates within Miss
Elliot s reach, was therefore an object of first-rate importance.
Chapter 3
I must take leave to observe, Sir Walter, said Mr Shepherd one morning at
Kellynch Hall, as he laid down the newspaper, that the present juncture is much in
our favour. This peace will be turning all our rich naval officers ashore. They will be
all wanting a home. Could not be a better time, Sir Walter, for having a choice of
tenants, very responsible tenants. Many a noble fortune has been made during the
war. If a rich admiral were to come in our way, Sir Walter--
He would be a very lucky man, Shepherd, replied Sir Walter; that s all I have
to remark. A prize indeed would Kellynch Hall be to him; rather the greatest prize of
all, let him have taken ever so many before; hey, Shepherd?
Mr Shepherd laughed, as he knew he must, at this wit, and then added--
I presume to observe, Sir Walter, that, in the way of business, gentlemen of the
navy are well to deal with. I have had a little knowledge of their methods of doing
business; and I am free to confess that they have very liberal notions, and are as likely
to make desirable tenants as any set of people one should meet with. Therefore, Sir
Walter, what I would take leave to suggest is, that if in consequence of any rumours
getting abroad of your intention; which must be contemplated as a possible thing,
because we know how difficult it is to keep the actions and designs of one part of the
world from the notice and curiosity of the other; consequence has its tax; I, John
Shepherd, might conceal any family-matters that I chose, for nobody would think it
worth their while to observe me; but Sir Walter Elliot has eyes upon him which it
may be very difficult to elude; and therefore, thus much I venture upon, that it will
not greatly surprise me if, with all our caution, some rumour of the truth should get
abroad; in the supposition of which, as I was going to observe, since applications will
unquestionably follow, I should think any from our wealthy naval commanders
particularly worth attending to; and beg leave to add, that two hours will bring me
over at any time, to save you the trouble of replying.
Sir Walter only nodded. But soon afterwards, rising and pacing the room, he
observed sarcastically--
There are few among the gentlemen of the navy, I imagine, who would not be
surprised to find themselves in a house of this description.
They would look around them, no doubt, and bless their good fortune, said
Mrs Clay, for Mrs Clay was present: her father had driven her over, nothing being of
so much use to Mrs Clay s health as a drive to Kellynch: but I quite agree with my
father in thinking a sailor might be a very desirable tenant. I have known a good deal
of the profession; and besides their liberality, they are so neat and careful in all their
ways! These valuable pictures of yours, Sir Walter, if you chose to leave them, would
be perfectly safe. Everything in and about the house would be taken such excellent
care of! The gardens and shrubberies would be kept in almost as high order as they
are now. You need not be afraid, Miss Elliot, of your own sweet flower gardens being
neglected.
As to all that, rejoined Sir Walter coolly, supposing I were induced to let my
house, I have by no means made up my mind as to the privileges to be annexed to it.
I am not particularly disposed to favour a tenant. The park would be open to him of
course, and few navy officers, or men of any other description, can have had such a
range; but what restrictions I might impose on the use of the pleasure-grounds, is
another thing. I am not fond of the idea of my shrubberies being always
approachable; and I should recommend Miss Elliot to be on her guard with respect
to her flower garden. I am very little disposed to grant a tenant of Kellynch Hall any
extraordinary favour, I assure you, be he sailor or soldier.
After a short pause, Mr Shepherd presumed to say--
In all these cases, there are established usages which make everything plain and
easy between landlord and tenant. Your interest, Sir Walter, is in pretty safe hands.
Depend upon me for taking care that no tenant has more than his just rights. I venture
to hint, that Sir Walter Elliot cannot be half so jealous for his own, as John Shepherd
will be for him.
Here Anne spoke--
The navy, I think, who have done so much for us, have at least an equal claim
with any other set of men, for all the comforts and all the privileges which any home
can give. Sailors work hard enough for their comforts, we must all allow.
Very true, very true. What Miss Anne says, is very true, was Mr Shepherd s
rejoinder, and Oh! certainly, was his daughter s; but Sir Walter s remark was, soon
afterwards--
The profession has its utility, but I should be sorry to see any friend of mine
belonging to it.
Indeed! was the reply, and with a look of surprise.
Yes; it is in two points offensive to me; I have two strong grounds of objection
to it. First, as being the means of bringing persons of obscure birth into undue
distinction, and raising men to honours which their fathers and grandfathers never
dreamt of; and secondly, as it cuts up a man s youth and vigour most horribly; a sailor
grows old sooner than any other man. I have observed it all my life. A man is in
greater danger in the navy of being insulted by the rise of one whose father, his father
might have disdained to speak to, and of becoming prematurely an object of disgust
himself, than in any other line. One day last spring, in town, I was in company with
two men, striking instances of what I am talking of; Lord St Ives, whose father we
all know to have been a country curate, without bread to eat; I was to give place to
Lord St Ives, and a certain Admiral Baldwin, the most deplorable-looking personage
you can imagine; his face the colour of mahogany, rough and rugged to the last
degree; all lines and wrinkles, nine grey hairs of a side, and nothing but a dab of
powder at top. In the name of heaven, who is that old fellow? said I to a friend of
mine who was standing near, (Sir Basil Morley). Old fellow! cried Sir Basil, it is
Admiral Baldwin. What do you take his age to be? Sixty, said I, or perhaps sixty-
two. Forty, replied Sir Basil, forty, and no more. Picture to yourselves my
amazement; I shall not easily forget Admiral Baldwin. I never saw quite so wretched
an example of what a sea-faring life can do; but to a degree, I know it is the same
with them all: they are all knocked about, and exposed to every climate, and every
weather, till they are not fit to be seen. It is a pity they are not knocked on the head
at once, before they reach Admiral Baldwin s age.
Nay, Sir Walter, cried Mrs Clay, this is being severe indeed. Have a little
mercy on the poor men. We are not all born to be handsome. The sea is no beautifier,
certainly; sailors do grow old betimes; I have observed it; they soon lose the look of
youth. But then, is not it the same with many other professions, perhaps most other?
Soldiers, in active service, are not at all better off: and even in the quieter professions,
there is a toil and a labour of the mind, if not of the body, which seldom leaves a
man s looks to the natural effect of time. The lawyer plods, quite care-worn; the
physician is up at all hours, and travelling in all weather; and even the clergyman--
she stopt a moment to consider what might do for the clergyman;-- and even the
clergyman, you know is obliged to go into infected rooms, and expose his health and
looks to all the injury of a poisonous atmosphere. In fact, as I have long been
convinced, though every profession is necessary and honourable in its turn, it is only
the lot of those who are not obliged to follow any, who can live in a regular way, in
the country, choosing their own hours, following their own pursuits, and living on
their own property, without the torment of trying for more; it is only their lot, I say,
to hold the blessings of health and a good appearance to the utmost: I know no other
set of men but what lose something of their personableness when they cease to be
quite young.
It seemed as if Mr Shepherd, in this anxiety to bespeak Sir Walter s good will
towards a naval officer as tenant, had been gifted with foresight; for the very first
application for the house was from an Admiral Croft, with whom he shortly
afterwards fell into company in attending the quarter sessions at Taunton; and indeed,
he had received a hint of the Admiral from a London correspondent. By the report
which he hastened over to Kellynch to make, Admiral Croft was a native of
Somersetshire, who having acquired a very handsome fortune, was wishing to settle
in his own country, and had come down to Taunton in order to look at some
advertised places in that immediate neighbourhood, which, however, had not suited
him; that accidentally hearing--(it was just as he had foretold, Mr Shepherd observed,
Sir Walter s concerns could not be kept a secret,)--accidentally hearing of the
possibility of Kellynch Hall being to let, and understanding his (Mr Shepherd s)
connection with the owner, he had introduced himself to him in order to make
particular inquiries, and had, in the course of a pretty long conference, expressed as
strong an inclination for the place as a man who knew it only by description could
feel; and given Mr Shepherd, in his explicit account of himself, every proof of his
being a most responsible, eligible tenant.
And who is Admiral Croft? was Sir Walter s cold suspicious inquiry.
Mr Shepherd answered for his being of a gentleman s family, and mentioned a
place; and Anne, after the little pause which followed, added--
He is a rear admiral of the white. He was in the Trafalgar action, and has been
in the East Indies since; he was stationed there, I believe, several years.
Then I take it for granted, observed Sir Walter, that his face is about as orange
as the cuffs and capes of my livery.
Mr Shepherd hastened to assure him, that Admiral Croft was a very hale, hearty,
well-looking man, a little weather-beaten, to be sure, but not much, and quite the
gentleman in all his notions and behaviour; not likely to make the smallest difficulty
about terms, only wanted a comfortable home, and to get into it as soon as possible;
knew he must pay for his convenience; knew what rent a ready-furnished house of
that consequence might fetch; should not have been surprised if Sir Walter had asked
more; had inquired about the manor; would be glad of the deputation, certainly, but
made no great point of it; said he sometimes took out a gun, but never killed; quite
the gentleman.
Mr Shepherd was eloquent on the subject; pointing out all the circumstances of
the Admiral s family, which made him peculiarly desirable as a tenant. He was a
married man, and without children; the very state to be wished for. A house was
never taken good care of, Mr Shepherd observed, without a lady: he did not know,
whether furniture might not be in danger of suffering as much where there was no
lady, as where there were many children. A lady, without a family, was the very best
preserver of furniture in the world. He had seen Mrs Croft, too; she was at Taunton
with the admiral, and had been present almost all the time they were talking the
matter over.
And a very well-spoken, genteel, shrewd lady, she seemed to be, continued
he; asked more questions about the house, and terms, and taxes, than the Admiral
himself, and seemed more conversant with business; and moreover, Sir Walter, I
found she was not quite unconnected in this country, any more than her husband; that
is to say, she is sister to a gentleman who did live amongst us once; she told me so
herself: sister to the gentleman who lived a few years back at Monkford. Bless me!
what was his name? At this moment I cannot recollect his name, though I have heard
it so lately. Penelope, my dear, can you help me to the name of the gentleman who
lived at Monkford: Mrs Croft s brother?
But Mrs Clay was talking so eagerly with Miss Elliot, that she did not hear the
appeal.
I have no conception whom you can mean, Shepherd; I remember no gentleman
resident at Monkford since the time of old Governor Trent.
Bless me! how very odd! I shall forget my own name soon, I suppose. A name
that I am so very well acquainted with; knew the gentleman so well by sight; seen
him a hundred times; came to consult me once, I remember, about a trespass of one
of his neighbours; farmer s man breaking into his orchard; wall torn down; apples
stolen; caught in the fact; and afterwards, contrary to my judgement, submitted to an
amicable compromise. Very odd indeed!
After waiting another moment--
You mean Mr Wentworth, I suppose? said Anne.
Mr Shepherd was all gratitude.
Wentworth was the very name! Mr Wentworth was the very man. He had the
curacy of Monkford, you know, Sir Walter, some time back, for two or three years.
Came there about the year ---5, I take it. You remember him, I am sure.
Wentworth? Oh! ay,--Mr Wentworth, the curate of Monkford. You misled me
by the term gentleman. I thought you were speaking of some man of property: Mr
Wentworth was nobody, I remember; quite unconnected; nothing to do with the
Strafford family. One wonders how the names of many of our nobility become so
common.
As Mr Shepherd perceived that this connexion of the Crofts did them no service
with Sir Walter, he mentioned it no more; returning, with all his zeal, to dwell on the
circumstances more indisputably in their favour; their age, and number, and fortune;
the high idea they had formed of Kellynch Hall, and extreme solicitude for the
advantage of renting it; making it appear as if they ranked nothing beyond the
happiness of being the tenants of Sir Walter Elliot: an extraordinary taste, certainly,
could they have been supposed in the secret of Sir Walter s estimate of the dues of a
tenant.
It succeeded, however; and though Sir Walter must ever look with an evil eye
on anyone intending to inhabit that house, and think them infinitely too well off in
being permitted to rent it on the highest terms, he was talked into allowing Mr
Shepherd to proceed in the treaty, and authorising him to wait on Admiral Croft, who
still remained at Taunton, and fix a day for the house being seen.
Sir Walter was not very wise; but still he had experience enough of the world to
feel, that a more unobjectionable tenant, in all essentials, than Admiral Croft bid fair
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