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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

My Fanny—indeed, at this very time, I have the satisfaction of knowing—must have been happy in spite of everything. She must have been a happy creature in spite of all that she felt for the distress of those around her.

She had sources of delight that must force their way. She was returned to Mansfield Park, she was useful, she was beloved; she was safe from Mr. Crawford. And when Sir Thomas came back she had every proof that could be given (despite his melancholy state of spirits), of his perfect approbation and increased regard.

Happy as all this must make her, she would still have been happy without any of it. For—Edmund was no longer the dupe of Miss Crawford.

It is true that Edmund was very far from happy himself. He was suffering from disappointment and regret, grieving over what was, and wishing for what could never be.

She knew it was so, and was sorry. But it was a sorrow so founded on satisfaction, so much in harmony with every dearest sensation, that few might not have been glad to exchange their greatest gaiety for it.

Poor Sir Thomas, conscious of errors in his own conduct as a parent, was the longest to suffer. He felt that he ought not to have allowed the marriage; that his daughter’s sentiments had been sufficiently known to him to render him culpable in authorising it; that in so doing he had been governed by motives of selfishness and worldly wisdom. These reflections required some time to soften, but time will do almost everything. Though little comfort arose on Mrs. Rushworth’s side for the misery she had occasioned, comfort was to be found in his other children.

Julia’s match became a less desperate business than he first considered it. She was humble, and wishing to be forgiven. And Mr. Yates, desirous of being really received into the family, was disposed to look up to him and be guided. Yates was not very solid; but there was a hope of his becoming less trifling—at least tolerably domestic and quiet. At any rate, there was comfort in finding his estate rather more, and his debts much less, than Sir Thomas had feared, and in being consulted and treated as the friend best worth attending to.