“To-morrow, I think, my uncle dines at Sotherton, and you and Mr. Bertram too. We shall be quite a small party at home. I hope my uncle may continue to like Mr. Rushworth.”
“That is impossible, Fanny. He must like him less after to-morrow’s visit, for we shall be five hours in his company. I should dread25 the stupidity of the day, if there were not a much greater evil to follow–the impression it must leave on Sir Thomas. He cannot much longer deceive himself. I am sorry for them all, and would give something that Rushworth and Maria had never met.”
In this quarter, indeed, disappointment was impending26 over Sir Thomas. Not all his good-will for Mr. Rushworth, not all Mr. Rushworth’s deference27 for him, could prevent him from soon discerning some part of the truth–that Mr. Rushworth was an inferior young man, as ignorant in business as in books, with opinions in general unfixed, and without seeming much aware of it himself.