Murder at Mansfield Park

The other young women of the family were more easily accounted for. Julia Bertram spent the evening with her mother on the sopha, engaged in her needlework, but from one or two remarks Mary heard her make, and from the little shelf of books at her side, she judged the youngest Miss Bertram to have both a tender disposition, and a fondness for reading. Her sister Maria seemed to be a pleasant, accomplished girl, but one whose natural sweetness of temper was not equal to the severe trial of holding but a second place in everything to Miss Price. Despite her beauty and acquirements, Miss Bertram’s fortune was so markedly inferior, and her footing in the family so subordinate, as to have pressed very hard upon the patience of a saint, much less the feelings of a pretty young woman of twenty. Mary wondered at Sir Thomas, whose conduct seemed in so many other respects to be most just and reasonable. Could he be blind to a state of affairs that was plain to Mary after little more than an evening’s acquaintance with the family? Could he not see what the consequences of such a misplaced distinction might prove to be? Could he, in fact, have so little insight into the disposition of his niece — a young woman who had been brought up under his eye since she was twelve years old?

Chapter 2

After breakfast the following morning Henry proposed that Mary accompany him on a survey of the park. The enthusiasm produced by their walk of the previous evening was excited still more by the loveliness of the day; it was really April; but it was May in its mild air, brisk soft wind, and bright sun, occasionally clouded for a minute. Everything looked beautiful under the influence of such a sky, even a bowling-green and a formal parterre laid out with too much regularity for his improver’s eye.

"Well my dear Mary," said Henry, drawing her arm within his, as they walked along the sweep, "how do you like Mansfield?"

"Very well — very much. Our sister is all kindness, and I am sure our three months here will be marked by many such evenings at the Park."

"And Mr Bertram?" he asked.

Mary shook her head with a smile. "I fear our sister will be disappointed if she persists in her expectations of him, even supposing him capable of attaching himself to a woman of no fortune, and no connections. I concede that Mr Bertram has easy manners and excellent spirits, as well as a long list of intimate friends that he seems to add to on the strength of the most meagre acquaintance, but these are not sufficient qualities to attract me, notwithstanding the reversion of Mansfield Park, and the baronetcy he will one day assume."

Henry laughed. "You are far too old for your twenty years, my dear Mary. I will leave it to you to break the news to our poor sister! And the young ladies?"

Mary decided to keep her more perplexing observations to herself for the present, stating merely that Miss Bertram seemed to be a very pleasing young woman.

"Quite so, but I do not know what to make of Miss Julia. I do not understand her. Why did she draw back and look so grave at me? She hardly said a word."

Mary laughed. "Henry! Miss Julia is not out. No wonder you could not get her to speak. She should not be noticed for another six months at least — or until Miss Price marries."

"Oh, Mary, these outs and not outs are beyond me! But you have now introduced a subject in which I must confess the most profound interest.What think you, my dear Mary, of the said Miss Price? The sweet and amiable and modest Miss Price? Did you not see her last night? Writing that note for Lady Bertram? Attending with such ineffable gentleness and patience, her colour beautifully heightened as she leant over it, her hair arranged neatly, and one little curl falling forward as she wrote — "

"I am sure that Miss Price’s ringlets are quite as artfully contrived as her deportment," interrupted Mary with a laugh. "I can respect her for doing her hair well, but cannot feel a more tender sentiment. Nor, I am sure, can you. I know you are merely teasing."

"No, no, I am quite determined, Mary. My mind is entirely made up. My plan is to make Fanny Price in love with me."

Mary shook her head with a smile. "My dear brother, I will not believe this of you. Even were she as perfectly faultless as she appears — even were she the angel Mrs Norris claims her to be — we are told that Miss Price is engaged. Her choice is made."