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Captain Harville was no reader; but he had contrived excellent

accommodations, and fashioned very pretty shelves, for a tolerable

collection of well-bound volumes, the property of Captain Benwick. His

lameness prevented him from taking much exercise; but a mind of

usefulness and ingenuity seemed to furnish him with constant employment

within. He drew, he varnished, he carpentered, he glued; he made toys

for the children; he fashioned new netting-needles and pins with

improvements; and if everything else was done, sat down to his large

fishing-net at one corner of the room.

Anne thought she left great happiness behind her when they quitted the

house; and Louisa, by whom she found herself walking, burst forth into

raptures of admiration and delight on the character of the navy; their

friendliness, their brotherliness, their openness, their uprightness;

protesting that she was convinced of sailors having more worth and

warmth than any other set of men in England; that they only knew how to

live, and they only deserved to be respected and loved.

They went back to dress and dine; and so well had the scheme answered

already, that nothing was found amiss; though its being "so entirely

out of season," and the "no thoroughfare of Lyme," and the "no

expectation of company," had brought many apologies from the heads of

the inn.

Anne found herself by this time growing so much more hardened to being

in Captain Wentworth's company than she had at first imagined could

ever be, that the sitting down to the same table with him now, and the

interchange of the common civilities attending on it (they never got

beyond), was become a mere nothing.

The nights were too dark for the ladies to meet again till the morrow,

but Captain Harville had promised them a visit in the evening; and he

came, bringing his friend also, which was more than had been expected,

it having been agreed that Captain Benwick had all the appearance of

being oppressed by the presence of so many strangers. He ventured

among them again, however, though his spirits certainly did not seem

fit for the mirth of the party in general.

While Captains Wentworth and Harville led the talk on one side of the

room, and by recurring to former days, supplied anecdotes in abundance

to occupy and entertain the others, it fell to Anne's lot to be placed

rather apart with Captain Benwick; and a very good impulse of her

nature obliged her to begin an acquaintance with him. He was shy, and

disposed to abstraction; but the engaging mildness of her countenance,

and gentleness of her manners, soon had their effect; and Anne was well

repaid the first trouble of exertion. He was evidently a young man of

considerable taste in reading, though principally in poetry; and

besides the persuasion of having given him at least an evening's

indulgence in the discussion of subjects, which his usual companions

had probably no concern in, she had the hope of being of real use to

him in some suggestions as to the duty and benefit of struggling

against affliction, which had naturally grown out of their

conversation. For, though shy, he did not seem reserved; it had rather

the appearance of feelings glad to burst their usual restraints; and

having talked of poetry, the richness of the present age, and gone

through a brief comparison of opinion as to the first-rate poets,

trying to ascertain whether Marmion or The Lady of the Lake were to be

preferred, and how ranked the Giaour and The Bride of Abydos; and

moreover, how the Giaour was to be pronounced, he showed himself so

intimately acquainted with all the tenderest songs of the one poet, and

all the impassioned descriptions of hopeless agony of the other; he

repeated, with such tremulous feeling, the various lines which imaged a

broken heart, or a mind destroyed by wretchedness, and looked so

entirely as if he meant to be understood, that she ventured to hope he

did not always read only poetry, and to say, that she thought it was

the misfortune of poetry to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who

enjoyed it completely; and that the strong feelings which alone could

estimate it truly were the very feelings which ought to taste it but

sparingly.