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  1. REGENCY ERA PRAISE FOR…
  2. MANSFIELD PARK AND MUMMIES:
  3. Dedication
  4. MANSFIELD PARK AND MUMMIES
  5. Chapter I
  6. Chapter II
  7. Chapter III
  8. Chapter IV
  9. Chapter V
  10. Chapter VI
  11. Chapter VII
  12. Chapter VIII
  13. Chapter IX
  14. Chapter X
  15. Chapter XI
  16. Chapter XII
  17. Chapter XIII
  18. Chapter XIV
  19. Chapter XV
  20. Chapter XVI
  21. Chapter XVII
  22. Chapter XVIII
  23. Chapter XIX
  24. Chapter XX
  25. Chapter XXI
  26. Chapter XXII
  27. Chapter XXIII
  28. Chapter XXIV
  29. Chapter XXV
  30. Chapter XXVI
  31. Chapter XXVII
  32. Chapter XXVIII
  33. Chapter XXIX
  34. Chapter XXX
  35. Chapter XXXI
  36. Chapter XXXII
  37. Chapter XXXIII
  38. Chapter XXXIV
  39. Chapter XXXV
  40. Chapter XXXVI
  41. Chapter XXXVII
  42. Chapter XXXVIII
  43. Chapter XXXIX
  44. Chapter XL
  45. Chapter XLI
  46. Chapter XLII
  47. Chapter XLIII
  48. Chapter XLIV
  49. Chapter XLV
  50. Chapter XLVI
  51. Chapter XLVII
  52. Chapter XLVIII
  53. APPENDIX
  54. APPENDIX 2
  55. Author’s After-Note
  56. About the Harridan
  57. Scholarly Footnotes

For a moment no one spoke. And then many spoke together to tell the same melancholy truth, that they had not yet got any Anhalt. “Mr. Rushworth was to be Count Cassel, but no one had yet undertaken Anhalt.”

“Who will he be?” continued Lord Eastwind, whispering intensely. “Who will take the place of her lover?”

“I do not know,” responded Fanny in kind, and was heard by no one but Eastwind.

“I had my choice of the parts,” said Mr. Rushworth; “but I thought I should like the Count best, though I do not much relish the finery I am to have.”

“You chose very wisely, I am sure,” replied Miss Crawford, with a brightened look; “Anhalt is a heavy part.”

“What does your heart tell you, Miss Price?” persisted Lord Eastwind, “who will it be?”

Fanny felt herself beginning to tremble.

“The Count has two-and-forty speeches,” returned Mr. Rushworth, “which is no trifle. WROWWR! Ahem, pardon me.”

“I am not at all surprised,” said Miss Crawford, after a short pause, “at this lack of an Anhalt. Amelia deserves no better. Such a forward young lady may well frighten the men.”

“I should be but too happy in taking the part, if it were possible,” cried Tom; “but, unluckily, the Butler and Anhalt are in the same scene. I might speak very quickly and run from one side of the stage to the other and attempt both?”

“Your brother should take the part,” said Mr. Yates, in a low voice. “Do not you think he would?”

“I shall not ask him,” replied Tom, in a cold, determined manner.

Miss Crawford talked of something else, and soon afterwards rejoined the party at the fire.

“They do not want me at all,” said she, seating herself. “I only puzzle them, and oblige them to make civil speeches. Mr. Edmund Bertram, as you do not act yourself, you will be a disinterested adviser; and, therefore, I apply to you. What shall we do for an Anhalt? What is your advice?”

“My advice,” said he calmly, “is that you change the play.”

“I should have no objection,” she replied; “for though I do not dislike the part of Amelia, I shall be sorry to be an inconvenience. But as they do not chuse to hear your advice at that table” (looking round), “it certainly will not be taken.”

Edmund said no more.

“What happens next, Miss Price?” said Lord Eastwind.

“I beg you,” whispered Fanny to him, “If you have any kindness, you will not speak of this any longer.”

“I speak only for your sake. Do you not see? Watch now, observe what is said.” And Eastwind turned subtly to indicate Miss Crawford.

“If any part could tempt you to act, I suppose it would be Anhalt,” observed the lady archly, after a short pause; “for he is a clergyman, you know.”