“At Delaford, she will be within an easy distance of me,” added Mrs. Dashwood, “even if I remain at Barton; and in all probability⁠—for I hear it is a large village⁠—indeed there certainly must be some small house or cottage close by, that would suit us quite as well as our present situation.”

Poor Elinor!⁠—here was a new scheme for getting her to Delaford!⁠—but her spirit was stubborn.

“His fortune too!⁠—for at my time of life you know, everybody cares about that ;⁠—and though I neither know nor desire to know, what it really is, I am sure it must be a good one.”

Here they were interrupted by the entrance of a third person, and Elinor withdrew to think it all over in private, to wish success to her friend, and yet in wishing it, to feel a pang for Willoughby.