language which his actions contradicted, or to bury the tumult57 of her feelings under the restraint of society; for general civilities soon called his notice from her, and the farewell visit, as it then became openly acknowledged, was a very short one. He was gone–he had touched her hand for the last time, he had made his parting bow, and she might seek directly all that solitude58 could do for her. Henry Crawford was gone, gone from the house, and within two hours afterwards from the parish; and so ended all the hopes his selfish vanity had raised in Maria and Julia Bertram.
Julia could rejoice that he was gone. His presence was beginning to be odious59 to her; and if Maria gained him not, she was now cool enough to dispense60 with any other revenge. She did not want exposure to be added to desertion. Henry Crawford gone, she could even pity her sister.
With a purer spirit did Fanny rejoice in the intelligence. She heard it at dinner, and felt it a blessing61. By all the others it was mentioned with regret; and his merits honoured with due gradation of feeling–from the sincerity62 of Edmund’s too partial regard, to the unconcern of his mother speaking entirely by rote63. Mrs. Norris began to look about her, and wonder that his falling in love with Julia had come to nothing; and could almost fear that she had been remiss64 herself in forwarding it; but with so many to care for, how was it possible for even her activity to keep pace with her wishes?