Friday 17 February
I set out for Camden Place but, as was the case yesterday, I saw Anne quite by chance, this time whilst walking down Pulteney Street. To my dismay, I saw that Lady Russell was with her. To my further dismay, I saw that, as soon as Anne saw me, she looked immediately at her companion.
Is she, then, still swayed by Lady Russell? I asked myself.
I did not know, but if she was, I feared my hopes would soon be dashed, for I had no reason to suppose that Lady Russell liked me any more than she had done eight years before. I might have made my fortune but Lady Russell, once she had made up her mind, was unlikely to change it.
Lady Russell looked in my direction but our eyes did not meet. I tried to catch Anne’s eye, but she had cast her gaze down, and would not look at me. I wanted to cross the road and speak to her, but the presence of Lady Russell, and Anne’s own downcast gaze, deterred me. I strengthened my resolve ... but the moment had passed.
I cursed myself inwardly, wondering when and where I had become such a coward. I had never been frightened when taking a ship into battle; but talking to Anne, finding out whether or not she still loved me ... that terrified me.
Saturday 18 February
I was persuaded to go to the theatre tonight by a party of friends. The play was very good but I did not enjoy it because Anne was not there, and if Anne was not there, I could see no reason for being there myself.
I was invited to a concert on Tuesday evening and, unable to think of any reason to refuse, I was forced to accept.
I hope I will have an opportunity to speak to Anne before then. I might see her at church tomorrow, or I might see her in the Pump Rooms. If not, I will have to call in Camden Place, welcome or not, and pay my respects to Sir Walter.
Sunday 19 February
I hoped I might see Anne at church this morning, but she and her family must frequent a different church, for I saw nothing of her.
Tuesday 21 February
I spent a fruitless day hoping to see Anne in the public buildings, and returned to my sister’s for an early dinner.
‘Have you called on Sir Walter yet?’ I asked her.
‘No, not yet,’ came the reply.
‘I think I will call tomorrow. I feel I should pay my respects.’
‘A good idea. I will go with you,’ she said, ‘and I will persuade Benjamin to come, too.’
Having arranged matters to my satisfaction, I felt more able to relax, and, after dinner, I went out to the concert in a happier mood. I arrived early, and decided to wait for the rest of my party inside. I went into the Octagon Room ... and I was astonished to see Anne. She was with her father, sister and Mrs Clay. I received a cold look from her father, and so I made up my mind to bow and pass on, hoping to speak to Anne later in the evening when her father and sister were not nearby. But Anne stepped forward and said, ‘How do you do?’
With those simple words my spirits lifted, for she had made an effort to speak to me, and perhaps all was not lost.
I stopped next to her, and enquired after her health, and the health of her family and friends. I heard a whispering between her father and sister, and then, to my surprise, Sir Walter acknowledged me. More slowly, and more grudgingly, Miss Elliot did the same. I made them a slight bow in return— slight, because their own acknowledgement had been slight— and then gave my attention back to Anne.
‘You did not get wet, I hope, the other day when you walked home in the rain?’ I asked her.
‘No, not at all.’
There was a silence and I felt I should move on, but I could not do so.
‘Perhaps I was a little wet,’ she said.
‘It must have been uncomfortable for you.’
‘Oh, no, not really.’
We fell silent again, and I searched my mind desperately for something else to say, for I did not want to leave her, nor did she seem to want to leave me.
‘Are you enjoying your visit to Bath?’ I asked.
‘Yes, it is most agreeable, thank you.’
I had so much I wanted to say to her I hardly knew where to begin, but I could not say anything of importance in the Octagon Rooms, in full view of her father and sister, with other people liable to enter at any moment. I wished I was at Kellynch Hall, walking by the river, with Anne by my side, so that I could say everything that was in my heart. But instead, I had to content myself with trivialities.
‘The Rooms are very fine,’ I said.
‘Indeed they are,’ she said, greeting my words with more warmth than they deserved.
I took courage from it, for she was not disgusted by my banalities. However, I could not think of anything else to say. I cursed myself inwardly for my stupidity.
‘The fire is hot,’ she said, rescuing us both from silence.
‘You are standing too near,’ I said, immediately solicitous. ‘Pray let us move aside.’
‘No, I am not too hot at all, it is just ... the fire is a little warm,’ she ended lamely.
We fell silent again. She would not meet my eye but looked past my shoulder, and I could not complain for, having managed one glance at her, I found myself looking at the ceiling.
What did it mean? I asked myself. She was embarrassed, that much I could tell, but why? Was she longing to open her heart to me and tell me that she had missed me? It seemed too much to hope for. Perhaps she was ashamed of her father and sister for not taking proper notice of me, and wanted to make it up to me by taking notice of me herself. Or perhaps she was ashamed of Lady Russell, who had walked past me in the street without saying a word. Perhaps she was trying to smooth over our past differences, so that we could meet in the future without embarrassment. Or perhaps ... my spirits quailed ... perhaps she was trying to find the words to let me know that she and Mr Elliot were betrothed.
I knew I must give her an opening to speak, and I thought I could do so by raising the subject of Lyme, for it was at Lyme she had first seen Mr Elliot.
‘I have hardly seen you since our day at Lyme,’ I said. ‘I am afraid you must have suffered from the shock, and the more so from its not overpowering you at the time.’
‘No, I assure you, I was not overcome. I was only glad to be of service to Louisa and Henrietta.’
‘It was a frightful hour,’ I said, remembering it in all its detaiclass="underline" Louisa’s fall, my guilt and remorse, the fear I had felt when I thought she was dead. But things had turned out far better than I had, at one time, thought possible, and, smiling again, I said, ‘The day has produced some effects, however; has had some consequences which must be considered as the very reverse of frightful. When you had the presence of mind to suggest that Benwick would be the properest person to fetch a surgeon, you could have little idea of his being eventually one of those most concerned in her recovery.’
She agreed, but said she thought it would be a happy match, for they both had good principles and good temper.
‘With all my soul I wish them happy, and rejoice over every circumstance in favour of it,’ I said, and my words were heartfelt.
But as I spoke of the Musgroves, and their true parental hearts that were anxious to promote their daughter’s comfort, I found myself gradually losing sight of Louisa and James, and thinking more of myself and Anne, for Anne had had no such parental goodwill.
I stopped as I realized where my words were tending. I glanced towards Anne and saw that her thoughts had been following mine, for she was blushing. Moreover, she had fixed her eyes on the ground and would not look at me. I remembered how it had been for us: many difficulties to contend with, opposition, caprice—everything Benwick would not have to endure.