Elinor's lips had moved with her mother's, and, when the moment of action was over, she wished that she had shaken hands with him too.

But it was then too late, and with a countenance meaning to be open, she sat down again and talked of the weather.
Marianne had retreated as much as possible out of sight, to conceal her distress; and Margaret, understanding some part, but not the whole of the case, thought it incumbent on her to be dignified, and therefore took a seat as far from him as she could, and maintained a strict silence.
When Elinor had ceased to rejoice in the dryness of the season, a very awful pause took place.

It was put an end to by Mrs.Dashwood, who felt obliged to hope that he had left Mrs.Ferrars very well.

In a hurried manner, he replied in the affirmative.
Another pause.
Elinor resolving to exert herself, though fearing the sound of her own voice, now said, "Is Mrs.Ferrars at Longstaple ?" "At Longstaple!" he replied, with an air of surprise.-- "No, my mother is in town." "I meant," said Elinor, taking up some work from the table, "to inquire for Mrs.EDWARD Ferrars." She dared not look up;--but her mother and Marianne both turned their eyes on him.

He coloured, seemed perplexed, looked doubtingly, and, after some hesitation, said,-- "Perhaps you mean--my brother--you mean Mrs .-- Mrs.ROBERT Ferrars." "Mrs.Robert Ferrars!"-- was repeated by Marianne and her mother in an accent of the utmost amazement;--and though Elinor could not speak, even HER eyes were fixed on him with the same impatient wonder.