The Crofts moved into Kellynch Hall on September 29th. They were prompt in visiting Mary so I figure it was about this time in early October. And they were so gracious in acknowledging Anne’s connection to the family, and letting her know the good news that Edward was married. Of course, Austen was pretty coy in her wording of the exchange between Anne and Sophie.
“It was you, and not your sister, I find, that my brother had the pleasure of being acquainted with, when he was in this country.”
She (Anne) could now answer as she ought; and was happy to feel, when Mrs. Croft’s next words explained it to be Mr. Wentworth of whom she spoke, that she had said nothing which might no do for either brother.”
“… Anne was left to persuade herself, as well as she could, that the same brother (Edward) must still be in question. She could not, however, reach such a degree of certainty, as not to be anxious to hear whether any thing had been said on the subject at the other house, where the Crofts had previously been calling.”
Poor Anne. Maybe Frederick is married. Maybe not. Regardless, just hearing for the first time anything about the only man you’ve ever loved is a tough row-to-hoe.
And fall is a lousy time to lose hope.
Most years I look forward to fall. I love the smell of the air and the natural settling in we seem to do in getting ready for the coming winter. This year though I think is going to be different. I’m dreading the rain already.
Are you ready for whatever may come this winter? Books and extra batteries ready for power outages? Lots of cocoa and tea stored up?
What is your sure fire remedy for the winter doldrums?