With Wentworth’s wonderful humor beginning to show itself—and all the banter between him and the Crofts—this chapter is delightful! Except, of course, for all the other things happening around it that are occasionally bringing Anne to tears…
By now it’s quite clear that Henrietta, Louisa and the Miss Hayters are all falling for him. Correspondingly, we get some amazing paragraphs: “They (Wentworth and Anne) had no conversation together, no intercourse but what the commonest civility required. Once so much to each other! Now nothing! There had been a time, when of all the large party now filling the drawing-room at Uppercross, they would have found it most difficult to cease to speak to one another. …there could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.”
Romantic, with a deep and mature yearning… Absolutely beautiful!
“…Anne felt the utter impossibility, from her knowledge of his mind, that he could be unvisited by remembrance any more than herself. There must be the same immediate association of thought… When he talked, she heard the same voice, and discerned the same mind.” pg. 64-65
“The admiralty,” he continued, “entertain themselves now and then, with sending a few hundred men to sea, in a ship not fit to be employed. But they have a great many to provide for; and among the thousands that may just as well go to the bottom as not, it is impossible for them to distinguish the very set who may be least missed.” pg. 66
“There was a momentary expression in Captain Wentworth’s face at this speech, a certain glance of his bright eye, and curl of his handsome mouth, which convinced Anne, that instead of sharing in Mrs. Musgrove’s kind wishes, as to her son, he had probably been at some pains to get rid of him; but it was too transient an indulgence of self-amusement to be detected by any who understood him less than herself; in another moment he was perfectly collected and serious…” pg. 68
“…while the agitations of Anne’s slender form, and pensive face, may be considered as very completely screened, Captain Wentworth should be allowed some credit for the self-command with which he attended (to Mrs. Musgrove)” pg. 69
“This brought his sister upon him.” pg. 70
“I would assist any brother officer’s wife that I could, and I would bring any thing of Harville’s from the world’s end, if he wanted it.” pg. 70
Possible discussion question/s:
~ What do you think of the debate between Captain Wentworth and his sister? Do you agree with one side or the other?
~ Do you think Wentworth was arguing his side in sober earnest, or in high spirits (his thoughts possibly skipping around a little with Anne present)?