Not a soul suspected anything of the matter, not even Nancy, who, poor soul! came crying to me the day after, in a great fright for fear of Mrs.Ferrars, as well as not knowing how to get to Plymouth; for Lucy it seems borrowed all her money before she went off to be married, on purpose we suppose to make a show with, and poor Nancy had not seven shillings in the world;--so I was very glad to give her five guineas to take her down to Exeter, where she thinks of staying three or four weeks with Mrs.Burgess, in hopes, as I tell her, to fall in with the Doctor again.

And I must say that Lucy's crossness not to take them along with them in the chaise is worse than all.

Poor Mr.Edward! I cannot get him out of my head, but you must send for him to Barton, and Miss Marianne must try to comfort him." Mr.Dashwood's strains were more solemn.

Mrs.Ferrars was the most unfortunate of women--poor Fanny had suffered agonies of sensibility--and he considered the existence of each, under such a blow, with grateful wonder.

Robert's offence was unpardonable, but Lucy's was infinitely worse.