Her tone of calm languor4, for she never took the trouble of raising her voice, was always heard and attended to; and Sir Thomas came back. Her story began; and Fanny immediately slipped out of the room; for to hear herself the subject of any discussion with her uncle was more than her nerves could bear. She was anxious, she knew–more anxious perhaps than she ought to be–for what was it after all whether she went or staid? but if her uncle were to be a great while considering and deciding, and with very grave looks, and those grave looks directed to her, and at last decide against her, she might not be able to appear properly submissive and indifferent. Her cause, meanwhile, went on well. It began, on Lady Bertram’s part, with–“I have something to tell you that will surprise you. Mrs. Grant has asked Fanny to dinner.”
“Well,” said Sir Thomas, as if waiting more to accomplish the surprise.
“Edmund wants her to go. But how can I spare her?”
“She will be late,” said Sir Thomas, taking out his watch; “but what is your difficulty?”
Edmund found himself obliged to speak and fill up the blanks in his mother’s story. He told the whole; and she had only to add, “So strange! for Mrs. Grant never used to ask her.”