Chapter XXVII

           

           "Ifthisopenweatherholdsmuchlonger,"saidMrs.Jennings,whentheymetatbreakfastthefollowingmorning,"SirJohnwillnotlikeleavingBartonnextweek;’tisasadthingforsportsmentoloseaday’spleasure.Poorsouls!Ialwayspitythemwhentheydo;theyseemtotakeitsomuchtoheart."

           "Thatistrue,"criedMarianne,inacheerfulvoice,andwalkingtothewindowasshespoke,toexaminetheday."Ihadnotthoughtofthat.Thisweatherwillkeepmanysportsmeninthecountry."

           Itwasaluckyrecollection,allhergoodspiritswererestoredbyit."ItischarmingweatherforTHEMindeed,"shecontinued,asshesatdowntothebreakfasttablewithahappycountenance."Howmuchtheymustenjoyit!But"(withalittlereturnofanxiety)"itcannotbeexpectedtolastlong.Atthistimeoftheyear,andaftersuchaseriesofrain,weshallcertainlyhaveverylittlemoreofit.Frostswillsoonsetin,andinallprobabilitywithseverity.Inanotherdayortwoperhaps;thisextrememildnesscanhardlylastlonger—nay,perhapsitmayfreezetonight!"

           "Atanyrate,"saidElinor,wishingtopreventMrs.Jenningsfromseeinghersister’sthoughtsasclearlyasshedid,"IdaresayweshallhaveSirJohnandLadyMiddletonintownbytheendofnextweek."

           "Ay,mydear,I’llwarrantyouwedo.Maryalwayshasherownway."

           "Andnow,"silentlyconjecturedElinor,"shewillwritetoCombebythisday’spost."

           ButifsheDID,theletterwaswrittenandsentawaywithaprivacywhicheludedallherwatchfulnesstoascertainthefact.

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