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1"No, no, it is not man's nature. I will not allow it to be more man's nature than woman's to be inconstant and forget
2those they do love, or have loved. I believe the reverse. I believe in a true analogy between our bodily frames and our
3mental; and that as our bodies are the strongest, so are our feelings; capable of bearing most rough usage, and riding
4out the heaviest weather." "Your feelings may be the strongest," replied Anne, "but the same spirit of analogy will
5authorise me to assert that ours are the most tender. Man is more robust than woman, but he is not longer lived; which
6exactly explains my view of the nature of their attachments. Nay, it would be too hard upon you, if it were otherwise.
7You have difficulties, and privations, and dangers enough to struggle with. You are always labouring and toiling,
8exposed to every risk and hardship. Your home, country, friends, all quitted. Neither time, nor health, nor life, to be
9called your own. It would be hard, indeed" (with a faltering voice), "if woman's feelings were to be added to all this."
10"We shall never agree upon this question," Captain Harville was beginning to say, when a slight noise called their
11attention to Captain Wentworth's hitherto perfectly quiet division of the room. It was nothing more than that his pen
12had fallen down; but Anne was startled at finding him nearer than she had supposed, and half inclined to suspect that
13the pen had only fallen because he had been occupied by them, striving to catch sounds, which yet she did not think he
14could have caught. "Have you finished your letter?" said Captain Harville. "Not quite, a few lines more. I shall have
15done in five minutes." "There is no hurry on my side. I am only ready whenever you are. I am in very good anchorage
16here," (smiling at Anne), "well supplied, and want for nothing. No hurry for a signal at all. Well, Miss Elliot,"
17(lowering his voice), "as I was saying, we shall never agree, I suppose, upon this point. No man and woman would,
18probably. But let me observe that all histories are against you--all stories, prose and verse. If I had such a memory as
19Benwick, I could bring you fifty quotations in a moment on my side the argument, and I do not think I ever opened a book
20in my life which had not something to say upon woman's inconstancy. Songs and proverbs, all talk of woman's fickleness.
21But perhaps you will say, these were all written by men." "Perhaps I shall. Yes, yes, if you please, no reference to
22examples in books. Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story. Education has been theirs in so much
23higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands. I will not allow books to prove anything." "But how shall we prove
24anything?" "We never shall. We never can expect to prove any thing upon such a point. It is a difference of opinion
25which does not admit of proof. We each begin, probably, with a little bias towards our own sex; and upon that bias build
26every circumstance in favour of it which has occurred within our own circle; many of which circumstances (perhaps those
27very cases which strike us the most) may be precisely such as cannot be brought forward without betraying a confidence,
28or in some respect saying what should not be said." "Ah!" cried Captain Harville, in a tone of strong feeling, "if I
29could but make you comprehend what a man suffers when he takes a last look at his wife and children, and watches the
30boat that he has sent them off in, as long as it is in sight, and then turns away and says, 'God knows whether we ever
31meet again!' And then, if I could convey to you the glow of his soul when he does see them again; when, coming back
32after a twelvemonth's absence, perhaps, and obliged to put into another port, he calculates how soon it be possible to
33get them there, pretending to deceive himself, and saying, 'They cannot be here till such a day,' but all the while
34hoping for them twelve hours sooner, and seeing them arrive at last, as if Heaven had given them wings, by many hours
35sooner still! If I could explain to you all this, and all that a man can bear and do, and glories to do, for the sake of
36these treasures of his existence! I speak, you know, only of such men as have hearts!" pressing his own with emotion.
37"Oh!" cried Anne eagerly, "I hope I do justice to all that is felt by you, and by those who resemble you. God forbid
38that I should undervalue the warm and faithful feelings of any of my fellow-creatures! I should deserve utter contempt
39if I dared to suppose that true attachment and constancy were known only by woman. No, I believe you capable of
40everything great and good in your married lives. I believe you equal to every important exertion, and to every domestic
41forbearance, so long as--if I may be allowed the expression--so long as you have an object. I mean while the woman you
42love lives, and lives for you. All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one; you need not
43covet it), is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone." She could not immediately have uttered
44another sentence; her heart was too full, her breath too much oppressed. "You are a good soul," cried Captain Harville,
45putting his hand on her arm, quite affectionately. "There is no quarrelling with you. And when I think of Benwick, my
46tongue is tied." Their attention was called towards the others. Mrs Croft was taking leave. "Here, Frederick, you and I
47part company, I believe," said she. "I am going home, and you have an engagement with your friend. To-night we may have
48the pleasure of all meeting again at your party," (turning to Anne). "We had your sister's card yesterday, and I
49understood Frederick had a card too, though I did not see it; and you are disengaged, Frederick, are you not, as well as
50ourselves?" Captain Wentworth was folding up a letter in great haste, and either could not or would not answer fully.
51"Yes," said he, "very true; here we separate, but Harville and I shall soon be after you; that is, Harville, if you are
52ready, I am in half a minute. I know you will not be sorry to be off. I shall be at your service in half a minute." Mrs
53Croft left them, and Captain Wentworth, having sealed his letter with great rapidity, was indeed ready, and had even a
54hurried, agitated air, which shewed impatience to be gone. Anne knew not how to understand it. She had the kindest "Good
55morning, God bless you!" from Captain Harville, but from him not a word, nor a look! He had passed out of the room
56without a look! She had only time, however, to move closer to the table where he had been writing, when footsteps were
57heard returning; the door opened, it was himself. He begged their pardon, but he had forgotten his gloves, and instantly
58crossing the room to the writing table, he drew out a letter from under the scattered paper, placed it before Anne with
59eyes of glowing entreaty fixed on her for a time, and hastily collecting his gloves, was again out of the room, almost
60before Mrs Musgrove was aware of his being in it: the work of an instant! The revolution which one instant had made in
61Anne, was almost beyond expression. The letter, with a direction hardly legible, to "Miss A. E.--," was evidently the
62one which he had been folding so hastily. While supposed to be writing only to Captain Benwick, he had been also
63addressing her! On the contents of that letter depended all which this world could do for her. Anything was possible,
64anything might be defied rather than suspense. Mrs Musgrove had little arrangements of her own at her own table; to
65their protection she must trust, and sinking into the chair which he had occupied, succeeding to the very spot where he
66had leaned and written, her eyes devoured the following words:
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