Had Mrs. Dashwood, like her daughter, heard Willoughby’s story from himself⁠—had she witnessed his distress, and been under the influence of his countenance and his manner⁠—it is probable that her compassion would have been greater. But it was neither in Elinor’s power, nor in her wish, to rouse such feelings in another, by her retailed explanation, as had at first been called forth in herself. Reflection had given calmness to her judgment, and sobered her own opinion of Willoughby’s deserts; she wished, therefore, to declare only the simple truth, and lay open such facts as were really due to his character, without any embellishment of tenderness to lead the fancy astray.

In the evening, when they were all three together, Marianne began voluntarily to speak of him again; but that it was not without an effort, the restless, unquiet thoughtfulness in which she had been for some time previously sitting⁠—her rising colour, as she spoke, and her unsteady voice, plainly showed.