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  As 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 languages 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."
  
  
  
feat_summary_name: Chapter XX
target: At Barton Park the next day, Charlotte Palmer invites the Dashwood sisters to go to town with them that winter or to stay with her at her house in Cleveland. Her house is close to Willoughby's estate, Combe. Charlotte says that everyone expects Willoughby and Marianne to marry. Elinor says that this is the first she has heard of it