rgotten, your indefatigable38 patience in trying to make it possible for him to learn his part–in trying to give him a brain which nature had denied–to mix up an understanding for him out of the superfluity of your own! He might not have sense enough himself to estimate your kindness, but I may venture to say that it had honour from all the rest of the party.”
Fanny coloured, and said nothing.
“It is as a dream, a pleasant dream!” he exclaimed, breaking forth39 again, after a few minutes’ musing40. “I shall always look back on our theatricals41 with exquisite42 pleasure. There was such an interest, such an animation43, such a spirit diffused44. Everybody felt it. We were all alive. There was employment, hope, solicitude45, bustle46, for every hour of the day. Always some little objection, some little doubt, some little anxiety to be got over. I never was happier.”
With silent indignation Fanny repeated to herself, “Never happier!–never happier than when doing what you must know was not justifiable47!–never happier than when behaving so dishonourably and unfeelingly! Oh! what a corrupted48 mind!”