Sir Thomas could not be provoked. “Still the same anxiety for everybody’s comfort, my dear Mrs. Norris,” was his answer. “But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea.”
“Well, then, Lady Bertram, suppose you speak for tea directly; suppose you hurry Baddeley a little; he seems behindhand to-night.” She carried this point, and Sir Thomas’s narrative proceeded.
At length there was a pause. His immediate64 communications were exhausted65, and it seemed enough to be looking joyfully66 around him, now at one, now at another of the beloved circle; but the pause was not long: in the elation67 of her spirits Lady Bertram became talkative, and what were the sensations of her children upon hearing her say, “How do you think the young people have been amusing themselves lately, Sir Thomas? They have been acting68. We have been all alive with acting.”
“Indeed! and what have you been acting?”
“Oh! they’ll tell you all about it.”