_She_ knew that Mr.Yates was in general thought to rant dreadfully; that Mr.Yates was disappointed in Henry Crawford; that Tom Bertram spoke so quick he would be unintelligible; that Mrs.Grant spoiled everything by laughing; that Edmund was behindhand with his part, and that it was misery to have anything to do with Mr.Rushworth, who was wanting a prompter through every speech.

She knew, also, that poor Mr.Rushworth could seldom get anybody to rehearse with him: _his_ complaint came before her as well as the rest; and so decided to her eye was her cousin Maria's avoidance of him, and so needlessly often the rehearsal of the first scene between her and Mr.Crawford, that she had soon all the terror of other complaints from _him_.

So far from being all satisfied and all enjoying, she found everybody requiring something they had not, and giving occasion of discontent to the others.

Everybody had a part either too long or too short; nobody would attend as they ought; nobody would remember on which side they were to come in; nobody but the complainer would observe any directions.
Fanny believed herself to derive as much innocent enjoyment from the play as any of them; Henry Crawford acted well, and it was a pleasure to _her_ to creep into the theatre, and attend the rehearsal of the first act, in spite of the feelings it excited in some speeches for Maria.
Maria, she also thought, acted well, too well; and after the first rehearsal or two, Fanny began to be their only audience; and sometimes as prompter, sometimes as spectator, was often very useful.

As far as she could judge, Mr.Crawford was considerably the best actor of all: he had more confidence than Edmund, more judgment than Tom, more talent and taste than Mr.Yates.She did not like him as a man, but she must admit him to be the best actor, and on this point there were not many who differed from her.