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indifference
?We are so totally unlike,? said Fanny, avoiding a direct answer,
?we are so very, very different in all our inclinations and ways, that
I consider it as quite impossible we should ever be tolerably happy
together, even if I could like himThere never were two people more
dissimilarWe have not one taste in commonWe should be miserable
?You are mistaken, FannyThe dissimilarity is not so strongYou
are quite enough alikeYou have tastes in commonYou have moral
and literary tastes in commonYou have both warm hearts and benevolent
feelings; and, Fanny, who that heard him read, and saw
you listen to Shakespeare the other night, will think you unfitted as
companions? You forget yourself: there is a decided difference in
your tempers, I allowHe is lively, you are serious; but so much the
better: his spirits will support yoursIt is your disposition to be
easily dejected and to fancy difficulties greater than they areHis
cheerfulness will counteract thisHe sees difficulties nowhere: and
his pleasantness and gaiety will be a constant support to youYour
being so far unlike, Fanny, does not in the smallest degree make
against the probability of your happiness together: do not imagine
itI am myself convinced that it is rather a favourable circumstance
I am perfectly persuaded that the tempers had better be unlike: I
mean unlike in the flow of the spirits, in the manners, in the inclination
for much or little company, in the propensity to talk or to be
silent, to be grave or to be gaySome opposition here is, I am thoroughly
convinced, friendly to matrimonial happinessI exclude extremes,
of course; and a very close resemblance in all those points
would be the likeliest way to produce an extremeA counteraction,
gentle and continual, is the best safeguard of manners and conduct
Full well could Fanny guess where his thoughts were now: Miss
Crawford?s power was all returningHe had been speaking of her
cheerfully from the hour of his coming homeHis avoiding her was
quite at an endHe had dined at the Parsonage only the preceding
