Many people like ambiguous endings. I will endure them because I know that ambiguity is part of life. And because no matter how much pouting I do, no more story is going to appear on the page. Liking things tied up in tidy little bows is why I enjoy Chapter 23 of Persuasion so much.
We have Anne talking to Harville and having a chance to speak her peace about women’s constancy vs. men’s. We have the swoony letter, which is swoon worthy because it’s an apology and plea for time together all wrapped up in tidy little package. THEN, you have this:
“There could not be an objection. There could only be a most proper alacrity, a most obliging compliance for public view: and smiles reined in and spirits dancing in private rapture. In half a minute, Charles was at the bottom of Union Street again, and the other two (Anne and Frederick) proceeding together: and soon words enough had passed between them to decide their direction towards the comparatively quiet and retired gravel-walk, where the power of conversation would make the present hour a blessing indeed; and prepare it for all the immortality which the happiest recollections of their own future lives could bestow. (Drumroll please) There they exchanged again those feelings and those promises which had once before seemed to secure every thing…”
Yes, people, they got it all said and done even before all the explanations about Louisa, Elliot, jealousy, and that perfectly lousy line about Anne having changed so much Frederick would not have known her.
As their spirits were dancing, they started singing off the same page.
The further apology is nice, and I like the last chapter’s clarifying what happens to most of the players. But, it’s Frederick and Anne happy again that matters.
I think it’s a good start to a romantic June’s blogging.
Take care–Susan Kaye