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s the Miss Dashwoods entered the drawing-room of the park the next
day, at one door, Mrs. Palmer came running in at the other, looking as
good humoured and merry as before. She took them all most
affectionately by the hand, and expressed great delight in seeing them
again.
“I am so glad to see you!” said she, seating herself between Elinor and
Marianne, “for it is so bad a day I was afraid you might not come,
which would be a shocking thing, as we go away again tomorrow. We must
go, for the Westons come to us next week you know. It was quite a
sudden thing our coming at all, and I knew nothing of it till the
carriage was coming to the door, and then Mr. Palmer asked me if I
would go with him to Barton. He is so droll! He never tells me any
thing! I am so sorry we cannot stay longer; however we shall meet again
in town very soon, I hope.”
They were obliged to put an end to such an expectation.
“Not go to town!” cried Mrs. Palmer, with a laugh, “I shall be quite
disappointed if you do not. I could get the nicest house in the world
for you, next door to ours, in Hanover-square. You must come, indeed. I
am sure I shall be very happy to chaperon you at any time till I am
confined, if Mrs. Dashwood should not like to go into public.”
They thanked her; but were obliged to resist all her entreaties.
“Oh, my love,” cried Mrs. Palmer to her husband, who just then entered
the room—“you must help me to persuade the Miss Dashwoods to go to town
this winter.”
Her love made no answer; and after slightly bowing to the ladies, began
complaining of the weather.
“How horrid all this is!” said he. “Such weather makes every thing and
every body disgusting. Dullness is as much produced within doors as
without, by rain. It makes one detest all one’s acquaintance. What the
devil does Sir John mean by not having a billiard room in his house?
How few people know what comfort is! Sir John is as stupid as the
weather.”
The rest of the company soon dropt in.
“I am afraid, Miss Marianne,” said Sir John, “you have not been able to
take your usual walk to Allenham today.”
Marianne looked very grave and said nothing.
“Oh, don’t be so sly before us,” said Mrs. Palmer; “for we know all
about it, I assure you; and I admire your taste very much, for I think
he is extremely handsome. We do not live a great way from him in the
country, you know. Not above ten miles, I dare say.”
“Much nearer thirty,” said her husband.
“Ah, well! there is not much difference. I never was at his house; but
they say it is a sweet pretty place.”
“As vile a spot as I ever saw in my life,” said Mr. Palmer.
Marianne remained perfectly silent, though her countenance betrayed her
interest in what was said.
“Is it very ugly?” continued Mrs. Palmer—“then it must be some other
place that is so pretty I suppose.”
When they were seated in the dining room, Sir John observed with regret
that they were only eight all together.
“My dear,” said he to his lady, “it is very provoking that we should be
so few. Why did not you ask the Gilberts to come to us today?”
“Did not I tell you, Sir John, when you spoke to me about it before,
that it could not be done? They dined with us last.”
“You and I, Sir John,” said Mrs. Jennings, “should not stand upon such
ceremony.”
“Then you would be very ill-bred,” cried Mr. Palmer.
“My love you contradict every body,” said his wife with her usual
laugh. “Do you know that you are quite rude?”
“I did not know I contradicted any body in calling your mother
ill-bred.”
“Ay, you may abuse me as you please,” said the good-natured old lady,
“you have taken Charlotte off my hands, and cannot give her back again.
So there I have the whip hand of you.”
Charlotte laughed heartily to think that her husband could not get rid
of her; and exultingly said, she did not care how cross he was to her,
as they must live together. It was impossible for any one to be more
thoroughly good-natured, or more determined to be happy than Mrs.
Palmer. The studied indifference, insolence, and discontent of her
husband gave her no pain; and when he scolded or abused her, she was
highly diverted.
“Mr. Palmer is so droll!” said she, in a whisper, to Elinor. “He is
always out of humour.”
Elinor was not inclined, after a little observation, to give him credit
for being so genuinely and unaffectedly ill-natured or ill-bred as he
wished to appear. His temper might perhaps be a little soured by
finding, like many others of his sex, that through some unaccountable
bias in favour of beauty, he was the husband of a very silly woman—but
she knew that this kind of blunder was too common for any sensible man
to be lastingly hurt by it. It was rather a wish of distinction, she
believed, which produced his contemptuous treatment of every body, and
his general abuse of every thing before him. It was the desire of
appearing superior to other people. The motive was too common to be
wondered at; but the means, however they might succeed by establishing
his superiority in ill-breeding, were not likely to attach any one to
him except his wife.
“Oh, my dear Miss Dashwood,” said Mrs. Palmer soon afterwards, “I have
got such a favour to ask of you and your sister. Will you come and
spend some time at Cleveland this Christmas? Now, pray do,—and come
while the Westons are with us. You cannot think how happy I shall be!
It will be quite delightful!—My love,” applying to her husband, “don’t
you long to have the Miss Dashwoods come to Cleveland?”
“Certainly,” he replied, with a sneer—“I came into Devonshire with no
other view.”
“There now,”—said his lady, “you see Mr. Palmer expects you; so you
cannot refuse to come.”
They both eagerly and resolutely declined her invitation.
“But indeed you must and shall come. I am sure you will like it of all
things. The Westons will be with us, and it will be quite delightful.
You cannot think what a sweet place Cleveland is; and we are so gay
now, for Mr. Palmer is always going about the country canvassing
against the election; and so many people came to dine with us that I
never saw before, it is quite charming! But, poor fellow! it is very
fatiguing to him! for he is forced to make every body like him.”
Elinor could hardly keep her countenance as she assented to the
hardship of such an obligation.
“How charming it will be,” said Charlotte, “when he is in
Parliament!—won’t it? How I shall laugh! It will be so ridiculous to
see all his letters directed to him with an M.P.—But do you know, he
says, he will never frank for me? He declares he won’t. Don’t you, Mr.
Palmer?”
Mr. Palmer took no notice of her.
“He cannot bear writing, you know,” she continued—“he says it is quite
shocking.”
“No,” said he, “I never said any thing so irrational. Don’t palm all
your abuses of language upon me.”
“There now; you see how droll he is. This is always the way with him!
Sometimes he won’t speak to me for half a day together, and then he
comes out with something so droll—all about any thing in the world.”
She surprised Elinor very much as they returned into the drawing-room,
by asking her whether she did not like Mr. Palmer excessively.
“Certainly,” said Elinor; “he seems very agreeable.”
“Well—I am so glad you do. I thought you would, he is so pleasant; and
Mr. Palmer is excessively pleased with you and your sisters I can tell
you, and you can’t think how disappointed he will be if you don’t come
to Cleveland.—I can’t imagine why you should object to it.”
Elinor was again obliged to decline her invitation; and by changing the
subject, put a stop to her entreaties. She thought it probable that as
they lived in the same county, Mrs. Palmer might be able to give some
more particular account of Willoughby’s general character, than could
be gathered from the Middletons’ partial acquaintance with him; and she
was eager to gain from any one, such a confirmation of his merits as
might remove the possibility of fear from Marianne. She began by
inquiring if they saw much of Mr. Willoughby at Cleveland, and whether
they were intimately acquainted with him.
“Oh dear, yes; I know him extremely well,” replied Mrs. Palmer;—“Not
that I ever spoke to him, indeed; but I have seen him for ever in town.
Somehow or other I never happened to be staying at Barton while he was
at Allenham. Mama saw him here once before;—but I was with my uncle at
Weymouth. However, I dare say we should have seen a great deal of him
in Somersetshire, if it had not happened very unluckily that we should
never have been in the country together. He is very little at Combe, I
believe; but if he were ever so much there, I do not think Mr. Palmer
would visit him, for he is in the opposition, you know, and besides it
is such a way off. I know why you inquire about him, very well; your
sister is to marry him. I am monstrous glad of it, for then I shall
have her for a neighbour you know.”
“Upon my word,” replied Elinor, “you know much more of the matter than
I do, if you have any reason to expect such a match.”
“Don’t pretend to deny it, because you know it is what every body talks
of. I assure you I heard of it in my way through town.”
“My dear Mrs. Palmer!”
“Upon my honour I did.—I met Colonel Brandon Monday morning in
Bond-street, just before we left town, and he told me of it directly.”
“You surprise me very much. Colonel Brandon tell you of it! Surely you
must be mistaken. To give such intelligence to a person who could not
be interested in it, even if it were true, is not what I should expect
Colonel Brandon to do.”
“But I do assure you it was so, for all that, and I will tell you how
it happened. When we met him, he turned back and walked with us; and so
we began talking of my brother and sister, and one thing and another,
and I said to him, ‘So, Colonel, there is a new family come to Barton
cottage, I hear, and mama sends me word they are very pretty, and that
one of them is going to be married to Mr. Willoughby of Combe Magna. Is
it true, pray? for of course you must know, as you have been in
Devonshire so lately.’”
“And what did the Colonel say?”
“Oh—he did not say much; but he looked as if he knew it to be true, so
from that moment I set it down as certain. It will be quite delightful,
I declare! When is it to take place?”
“Mr. Brandon was very well I hope?”
“Oh! yes, quite well; and so full of your praises, he did nothing but
say fine things of you.”
“I am flattered by his commendation. He seems an excellent man; and I
think him uncommonly pleasing.”
“So do I. He is such a charming man, that it is quite a pity he should
be so grave and so dull. Mama says he was in love with your sister
too. I assure you it was a great compliment if he was, for he hardly
ever falls in love with any body.”
“Is Mr. Willoughby much known in your part of Somersetshire?” said
Elinor.
“Oh! yes, extremely well; that is, I do not believe many people are
acquainted with him, because Combe Magna is so far off; but they all
think him extremely agreeable I assure you. Nobody is more liked than
Mr. Willoughby wherever he goes, and so you may tell your sister. She
is a monstrous lucky girl to get him, upon my honour; not but that he
is much more lucky in getting her, because she is so very handsome and
agreeable, that nothing can be good enough for her. However, I don’t
think her hardly at all handsomer than you, I assure you; for I think
you both excessively pretty, and so does Mr. Palmer too I am sure,
though we could not get him to own it last night.”
Mrs. Palmer’s information respecting Willoughby was not very material;
but any testimony in his favour, however small, was pleasing to her.
“I am so glad we are got acquainted at last,” continued Charlotte.—“And
now I hope we shall always be great friends. You can’t think how much I
longed to see you! It is so delightful that you should live at the
cottage! Nothing can be like it, to be sure! And I am so glad your
sister is going to be well married! I hope you will be a great deal at
Combe Magna. It is a sweet place, by all accounts.”
“You have been long acquainted with Colonel Brandon, have not you?”
“Yes, a great while; ever since my sister married. He was a particular
friend of Sir John’s. I believe,” she added in a low voice, “he would
have been very glad to have had me, if he could. Sir John and Lady
Middleton wished it very much. But mama did not think the match good
enough for me, otherwise Sir John would have mentioned it to the
Colonel, and we should have been married immediately.”
“Did not Colonel Brandon know of Sir John’s proposal to your mother
before it was made? Had he never owned his affection to yourself?”
“Oh, no; but if mama had not objected to it, I dare say he would have
liked it of all things. He had not seen me then above twice, for it was
before I left school. However, I am much happier as I am. Mr. Palmer is
the kind of man I like.”
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Let's Analyse the Pattern
Using fake intimacy and strategic oversharing to manipulate others' empathy and gain emotional power over them.
Why This Matters
Connect literature to life
This chapter teaches how to recognize when someone uses fake intimacy and strategic oversharing to gain emotional power over you.
Practice This Today
This week, notice when someone shares too much too fast, especially with dramatic timing—ask yourself what they want from this revelation.
Now let's explore the literary elements.
Key Quotes & Analysis
"I am sure I should have seen it in a moment, if Mrs. Dashwood had took a dislike to me. If she had only made me a formal courtesy, for instance, without saying a word, and never after had took any notice of me, and never looked at me in a pleasant way—you know what I mean—if I had been treated in that forbidding sort of way, I should have gave it all up in despair."
Context: Lucy is explaining how she would have known if Elinor's family disapproved of her
Shows Lucy's calculating nature - she's constantly reading people for signs of advantage or threat. Her poor grammar also reveals her lower social class despite her manipulative skills.
In Today's Words:
If your family had given me the cold shoulder or been fake-nice to me, I would have known they didn't like me and given up
"The youthful infatuation of nineteen would naturally blind him to every thing but her beauty."
Context: Lucy describing how Edward fell for her when he was young
Lucy presents herself as irresistibly beautiful while subtly insulting Edward's judgment. She's rewriting their history to make herself the prize and him the fool.
In Today's Words:
He was nineteen and stupid - of course he fell for a pretty face
"I have no doubt in the world of your faithfully keeping this secret, because you must know of what importance it is to us, not to have it reach his mother."
Context: Lucy binding Elinor to secrecy about the engagement
Lucy traps Elinor by appealing to her sense of honor and discretion. She knows Elinor won't betray a confidence, effectively silencing her rival.
In Today's Words:
I know you won't tell anyone because you're too decent, and besides, it would ruin everything for us
Thematic Threads
Emotional Manipulation
In This Chapter
Lucy uses false intimacy and oversharing to torture Elinor while appearing innocent
Development
Introduced here as Lucy's primary weapon against her rival
In Your Life:
You might recognize this in relationships where someone shares too much too fast to gain control.
Class Warfare
In This Chapter
Lucy, from a lower social position, uses emotional cunning to defeat Elinor's natural advantages
Development
Evolution from earlier class tensions—now showing how the disadvantaged can weaponize different skills
In Your Life:
You might see this when someone uses different types of power to level unequal playing fields.
Social Masks
In This Chapter
Both women must maintain polite facades while engaging in emotional combat
Development
Continues the theme of hidden feelings, but now weaponized rather than protective
In Your Life:
You might experience this in professional settings where conflict must remain beneath the surface.
Female Competition
In This Chapter
Two women compete for the same man using completely different strategies and values
Development
First direct confrontation between rivals, showing contrasting approaches to conflict
In Your Life:
You might recognize this in any competitive situation where different people use different ethical frameworks.
Information as Power
In This Chapter
Lucy controls the narrative by choosing when, how, and what to reveal about her engagement
Development
Builds on earlier themes of secrets and disclosure, showing information as a weapon
In Your Life:
You might see this in workplaces where timing of information sharing determines outcomes.
You now have the context. Time to form your own thoughts.
Discussion Questions
- 1
What specific tactics does Lucy use to make her conversation with Elinor feel intimate and friendly while actually being cruel?
analysis • surface - 2
Why does Lucy choose to share intimate details like Edward's letters and the ring with his hair, and what effect does this have on Elinor?
analysis • medium - 3
Where have you seen people use fake vulnerability or oversharing to gain power in relationships, at work, or on social media?
application • medium - 4
If you were in Elinor's position, how would you protect yourself from someone weaponizing intimacy against you while still maintaining your own integrity?
application • deep - 5
What does Lucy's behavior reveal about the difference between genuine vulnerability and performed vulnerability, and why is this distinction crucial for healthy relationships?
reflection • deep
Critical Thinking Exercise
Decode the Performance
Think of a recent conversation where someone shared very personal information with you. Write down what they shared, how they shared it, and what they wanted from you afterward. Then analyze: was this genuine vulnerability or strategic oversharing? Look for clues like timing, dramatic details, and whether they seemed to enjoy your discomfort.
Consider:
- •Real vulnerability usually feels risky for the person sharing, not triumphant
- •Pay attention to whether they're seeking genuine advice or just performing intimacy
- •Notice if the sharing creates obligation or guilt in you rather than natural empathy
Journaling Prompt
Write about a time when someone used fake intimacy to manipulate you. How did you recognize it, and what would you do differently now to protect your emotional energy?
Coming Up Next...
Chapter 21: The Truth Revealed
Elinor must now navigate family gatherings and social situations while keeping Lucy's devastating secret, all while watching Edward remain oblivious to the pain his hidden engagement is causing. Meanwhile, Marianne's own romantic situation takes an unexpected turn.
