ings43 and events, his arrivals and departures, were most promptly44 delivered, as he sat by Lady Bertram and looked with heartfelt satisfaction on the faces around him–interrupting himself more than once, however, to remark on his good fortune in finding them all at home–coming unexpectedly as he did–all collected together exactly as he could have wished, but dared not depend on. Mr. Rushworth was not forgotten: a most friendly reception and warmth of hand-shaking had already met him, and with pointed45 attention he was now included in the objects most intimately connected with Mansfield. There was nothing disagreeable in Mr. Rushworth’s appearance, and Sir Thomas was liking46 him already.
By not one of the circle was he listened to with such unbroken, unalloyed enjoyment47 as by his wife, who was really extremely happy to see him, and whose feelings were so warmed by his sudden arrival as to place her nearer agitation than she had been for the last twenty years. She had been almost fluttered for a few minutes, and still remained so sensibly animated48 as to put away her work, move Pug from her side, and give all her attention and all the rest of her sofa to her husband. She had no anxieties for anybody to cloud her pleasure: her own time had been irreproachably49 spent during his absence: she had done a great deal of carpet-work, and made many yards of fringe; and she would have answered as freely for the good conduct and useful pursuits of all the young people as for her own. It was so agreeable to her to see him again, and hear him talk, to have her ear amused and her whole comprehension filled by his narratives50, that she began particularly to feel how dreadfully she must have missed him, and how impossible it would have been for her to bear a lengthened51 absence.