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feat_summary: {"name": "Chapters 7-8", "url": "https://web.archive.org/web/20201101060302/https://www.cliffsnotes.com/literature/s/sense-and-sensibility/summary-and-analysis/chapters-78", "summary": "On the following day, the Dashwoods dined at Barton Park. There they met Mrs. Jennings, Lady Middleton's mother, and Colonel Brandon, a friend of Sir John. Sir John apologized for not having a larger circle of people to greet them. Lacking interests of their own, the Middletons were used to entertaining profusely, with multitudes of people and much noise. During the evening, Marianne entertained at the piano and was \"highly applauded,\" although Sir John and Lady Middleton actually paid no attention to her performance. Colonel Brandon listened quietly, \"and she felt a respect for him on the occasion which the others had reasonably forfeited by their shameless want of taste.\" Mrs. Jennings liked nothing better than to matchmake, and she teased the girls about the suitors she imagined them to have had at Norland Park. She persisted in saying that Colonel Brandon was \"very much in love with Marianne Dashwood.\" But Marianne was horrified at the idea. To her mother's and Elinor's amusement, she saw the colonel as \"an old bachelor,\" long past romance. He was thirty-five. Marianne was actually concerned with the progress of her sister's romance. To her mother, she admitted that she was afraid Edward Ferrars must be ill; otherwise he would have come to visit Elinor in the two weeks since they had left. Mrs. Dashwood replied that she did not expect Edward so soon: \"If I have felt any anxiety at all on the subject, it has been in recollecting my invitation, when I talked of his coming to Barton.\" But Marianne cannot understand the strange behavior of either member of the pair. Edward had seemed to show no desire to be alone with Elinor before they left, and Elinor showed none of the traditional signs of lovesickness: \"When is she dejected or melancholy? When does she try to avoid society, or appear restless in it?\"", "analysis": "Marianne's sensibility shows up amusingly in these chapters. She respects Colonel Brandon because he listens to her performance while the others show \"horrible insensibility.\" But she finds him wanting because his pleasure in music does not amount to \"that ecstatic delight which alone could sympathize with her own.\" Because he speaks of flannel waistcoats, she sees him as old and rheumatic, and feels that any woman interested in someone his age could only expect occupation as a nurse. Elinor is rightly amused by this, observing, \"Had he been only in a violent fever, you would not have despised him half so much. Confess, Marianne, is not there something interesting to you in the flushed cheek, hollow eye, and quick pulse of a fever?\" This refers to the standard description of a man in love."}
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  Barton Park was about half a mile from the cottage.  The ladies had
  passed near it in their way along the valley, but it was screened from
  their view at home by the projection of a hill.  The house was large
  and handsome; and the Middletons lived in a style of equal hospitality
  and elegance.  The former was for Sir John's gratification, the latter
  for that of his lady.  They were scarcely ever without some friends
  staying with them in the house, and they kept more company of every
  kind than any other family in the neighbourhood.  It was necessary to
  the happiness of both; for however dissimilar in temper and outward
  behaviour, they strongly resembled each other in that total want of
  talent and taste which confined their employments, unconnected with
  such as society produced, within a very narrow compass.  Sir John was a
  sportsman, Lady Middleton a mother.  He hunted and shot, and she
  humoured her children; and these were their only resources.  Lady
  Middleton had the advantage of being able to spoil her children all the
  year round, while Sir John's independent employments were in existence
  only half the time.  Continual engagements at home and abroad, however,
  supplied all the deficiencies of nature and education; supported the
  good spirits of Sir John, and gave exercise to the good breeding of his
  wife.
  
  Lady Middleton piqued herself upon the elegance of her table, and of
  all her domestic arrangements; and from this kind of vanity was her
  greatest enjoyment in any of their parties.  But Sir John's
  satisfaction in society was much more real; he delighted in collecting
  about him more young people than his house would hold, and the noisier
  they were the better was he pleased.  He was a blessing to all the
  juvenile part of the neighbourhood, for in summer he was for ever
  forming parties to eat cold ham and chicken out of doors, and in winter
  his private balls were numerous enough for any young lady who was not
  suffering under the unsatiable appetite of fifteen.
  
  The arrival of a new family in the country was always a matter of joy
  to him, and in every point of view he was charmed with the inhabitants
  he had now procured for his cottage at Barton.  The Miss Dashwoods were
  young, pretty, and unaffected.  It was enough to secure his good
  opinion; for to be unaffected was all that a pretty girl could want to
  make her mind as captivating as her person.  The friendliness of his
  disposition made him happy in accommodating those, whose situation
  might be considered, in comparison with the past, as unfortunate.  In
  showing kindness to his cousins therefore he had the real satisfaction
  of a good heart; and in settling a family of females only in his
  cottage, he had all the satisfaction of a sportsman; for a sportsman,
  though he esteems only those of his sex who are sportsmen likewise, is
  not often desirous of encouraging their taste by admitting them to a
  residence within his own manor.
  
  Mrs. Dashwood and her daughters were met at the door of the house by
  Sir John, who welcomed them to Barton Park with unaffected sincerity;
  and as he attended them to the drawing room repeated to the young
  ladies the concern which the same subject had drawn from him the day
  before, at being unable to get any smart young men to meet them.  They
  would see, he said, only one gentleman there besides himself; a
  particular friend who was staying at the park, but who was neither very
  young nor very gay.  He hoped they would all excuse the smallness of
  the party, and could assure them it should never happen so again.  He
  had been to several families that morning in hopes of procuring some
  addition to their number, but it was moonlight and every body was full
  of engagements.  Luckily Lady Middleton's mother had arrived at Barton
  within the last hour, and as she was a very cheerful agreeable woman,
  he hoped the young ladies would not find it so very dull as they might
  imagine.  The young ladies, as well as their mother, were perfectly
  satisfied with having two entire strangers of the party, and wished for
  no more.
  
  Mrs. Jennings, Lady Middleton's mother, was a good-humoured, merry,
  fat, elderly woman, who talked a great deal, seemed very happy, and
  rather vulgar.  She was full of jokes and laughter, and before dinner
  was over had said many witty things on the subject of lovers and
  husbands; hoped they had not left their hearts behind them in Sussex,
  and pretended to see them blush whether they did or not.  Marianne was
  vexed at it for her sister's sake, and turned her eyes towards Elinor
  to see how she bore these attacks, with an earnestness which gave
  Elinor far more pain than could arise from such common-place raillery
  as Mrs. Jennings's.
  
  Colonel Brandon, the friend of Sir John, seemed no more adapted by
  resemblance of manner to be his friend, than Lady Middleton was to be
  his wife, or Mrs. Jennings to be Lady Middleton's mother.  He was
  silent and grave.  His appearance however was not unpleasing, in spite
  of his being in the opinion of Marianne and Margaret an absolute old
  bachelor, for he was on the wrong side of five and thirty; but though
  his face was not handsome, his countenance was sensible, and his
  address was particularly gentlemanlike.
  
  There was nothing in any of the party which could recommend them as
  companions to the Dashwoods; but the cold insipidity of Lady Middleton
  was so particularly repulsive, that in comparison of it the gravity of
  Colonel Brandon, and even the boisterous mirth of Sir John and his
  mother-in-law was interesting.  Lady Middleton seemed to be roused to
  enjoyment only by the entrance of her four noisy children after dinner,
  who pulled her about, tore her clothes, and put an end to every kind of
  discourse except what related to themselves.
  
  In the evening, as Marianne was discovered to be musical, she was
  invited to play.  The instrument was unlocked, every body prepared to
  be charmed, and Marianne, who sang very well, at their request went
  through the chief of the songs which Lady Middleton had brought into
  the family on her marriage, and which perhaps had lain ever since in
  the same position on the pianoforte, for her ladyship had celebrated
  that event by giving up music, although by her mother's account, she
  had played extremely well, and by her own was very fond of it.
  
  Marianne's performance was highly applauded.  Sir John was loud in his
  admiration at the end of every song, and as loud in his conversation
  with the others while every song lasted.  Lady Middleton frequently
  called him to order, wondered how any one's attention could be diverted
  from music for a moment, and asked Marianne to sing a particular song
  which Marianne had just finished.  Colonel Brandon alone, of all the
  party, heard her without being in raptures.  He paid her only the
  compliment of attention; and she felt a respect for him on the
  occasion, which the others had reasonably forfeited by their shameless
  want of taste.  His pleasure in music, though it amounted not to that
  ecstatic delight which alone could sympathize with her own, was
  estimable when contrasted against the horrible insensibility of the
  others; and she was reasonable enough to allow that a man of five and
  thirty might well have outlived all acuteness of feeling and every
  exquisite power of enjoyment.  She was perfectly disposed to make every
  allowance for the colonel's advanced state of life which humanity
  required.
  
  
  
  
  Mrs. Jennings was a widow with an ample jointure.  She had only two
  daughters, both of whom she had lived to see respectably married, and
  she had now therefore nothing to do but to marry all the rest of the
  world.  In the promotion of this object she was zealously active, as
  far as her ability reached; and missed no opportunity of projecting
  weddings among all the young people of her acquaintance.  She was
  remarkably quick in the discovery of attachments, and had enjoyed the
  advantage of raising the blushes and the vanity of many a young lady by
  insinuations of her power over such a young man; and this kind of
  discernment enabled her soon after her arrival at Barton decisively to
  pronounce that Colonel Brandon was very much in love with Marianne
  Dashwood.  She rather suspected it to be so, on the very first evening
  of their being together, from his listening so attentively while she
  sang to them; and when the visit was returned by the Middletons' dining
  at the cottage, the fact was ascertained by his listening to her again.
  It must be so.  She was perfectly convinced of it.  It would be an
  excellent match, for HE was rich, and SHE was handsome.  Mrs. Jennings
  had been anxious to see Colonel Brandon well married, ever since her
  connection with Sir John first brought him to her knowledge; and she
  was always anxious to get a good husband for every pretty girl.
  
  The immediate advantage to herself was by no means inconsiderable, for
  it supplied her with endless jokes against them both.  At the park she
  laughed at the colonel, and in the cottage at Marianne.  To the former
  her raillery was probably, as far as it regarded only himself,
  perfectly indifferent; but to the latter it was at first
  incomprehensible; and when its object was understood, she hardly knew
  whether most to laugh at its absurdity, or censure its impertinence,
  for she considered it as an unfeeling reflection on the colonel's
  advanced years, and on his forlorn condition as an old bachelor.
  
  Mrs. Dashwood, who could not think a man five years younger than
  herself, so exceedingly ancient as he appeared to the youthful fancy of
  her daughter, ventured to clear Mrs. Jennings from the probability of
  wishing to throw ridicule on his age.
  
  "But at least, Mama, you cannot deny the absurdity of the accusation,
  though you may not think it intentionally ill-natured.  Colonel Brandon
  is certainly younger than Mrs. Jennings, but he is old enough to be MY
  father; and if he were ever animated enough to be in love, must have
  long outlived every sensation of the kind.  It is too ridiculous!  When
  is a man to be safe from such wit, if age and infirmity will not
  protect him?"
  
  "Infirmity!" said Elinor, "do you call Colonel Brandon infirm?  I can
  easily suppose that his age may appear much greater to you than to my
  mother; but you can hardly deceive yourself as to his having the use of
  his limbs!"
  
  "Did not you hear him complain of the rheumatism?  and is not that the
  commonest infirmity of declining life?"
  
  "My dearest child," said her mother, laughing, "at this rate you must
  be in continual terror of MY decay; and it must seem to you a miracle
  that my life has been extended to the advanced age of forty."
  
  "Mama, you are not doing me justice.  I know very well that Colonel
  Brandon is not old enough to make his friends yet apprehensive of
  losing him in the course of nature.  He may live twenty years longer.
  But thirty-five has nothing to do with matrimony."
  
  "Perhaps," said Elinor, "thirty-five and seventeen had better not have
  any thing to do with matrimony together.  But if there should by any
  chance happen to be a woman who is single at seven and twenty, I should
  not think Colonel Brandon's being thirty-five any objection to his
  marrying HER."
  
  "A woman of seven and twenty," said Marianne, after pausing a moment,
  "can never hope to feel or inspire affection again, and if her home be
  uncomfortable, or her fortune small, I can suppose that she might bring
  herself to submit to the offices of a nurse, for the sake of the
  provision and security of a wife.  In his marrying such a woman
  therefore there would be nothing unsuitable.  It would be a compact of
  convenience, and the world would be satisfied.  In my eyes it would be
  no marriage at all, but that would be nothing.  To me it would seem
  only a commercial exchange, in which each wished to be benefited at the
  expense of the other."
  
  "It would be impossible, I know," replied Elinor, "to convince you that
  a woman of seven and twenty could feel for a man of thirty-five
  anything near enough to love, to make him a desirable companion to her.
  But I must object to your dooming Colonel Brandon and his wife to the
  constant confinement of a sick chamber, merely because he chanced to
  complain yesterday (a very cold damp day) of a slight rheumatic feel in
  one of his shoulders."
  
  "But he talked of flannel waistcoats," said Marianne; "and with me a
  flannel waistcoat is invariably connected with aches, cramps,
  rheumatisms, and every species of ailment that can afflict the old and
  the feeble."
  
  "Had he been only in a violent fever, you would not have despised him
  half so much.  Confess, Marianne, is not there something interesting to
  you in the flushed cheek, hollow eye, and quick pulse of a fever?"
  
  Soon after this, upon Elinor's leaving the room, "Mama," said
  Marianne, "I have an alarm on the subject of illness which I cannot
  conceal from you.  I am sure Edward Ferrars is not well.  We have now
  been here almost a fortnight, and yet he does not come.  Nothing but
  real indisposition could occasion this extraordinary delay.  What else
  can detain him at Norland?"
  
  "Had you any idea of his coming so soon?" said Mrs. Dashwood.  "I had
  none.  On the contrary, if I have felt any anxiety at all on the
  subject, it has been in recollecting that he sometimes showed a want of
  pleasure and readiness in accepting my invitation, when I talked of his
  coming to Barton.  Does Elinor expect him already?"
  
  "I have never mentioned it to her, but of course she must."
  
  "I rather think you are mistaken, for when I was talking to her
  yesterday of getting a new grate for the spare bedchamber, she observed
  that there was no immediate hurry for it, as it was not likely that the
  room would be wanted for some time."
  
  "How strange this is! what can be the meaning of it!  But the whole of
  their behaviour to each other has been unaccountable! How cold, how
  composed were their last adieus! How languid their conversation the
  last evening of their being together! In Edward's farewell there was no
  distinction between Elinor and me: it was the good wishes of an
  affectionate brother to both.  Twice did I leave them purposely
  together in the course of the last morning, and each time did he most
  unaccountably follow me out of the room.  And Elinor, in quitting
  Norland and Edward, cried not as I did.  Even now her self-command is
  invariable.  When is she dejected or melancholy? When does she try to
  avoid society, or appear restless and dissatisfied in it?"
  
  
  
feat_summary_name: Chapters 7-8
target: On the following day, the Dashwoods dined at Barton Park. There they met Mrs. Jennings, Lady Middleton's mother, and Colonel Brandon, a friend of Sir John. Sir John apologized for not having a larger circle of people to greet them. Lacking interests of their own, the Middletons were used to entertaining profusely, with multitudes of people and much noise. During the evening, Marianne entertained at the piano and was "highly applauded," although Sir John and Lady Middleton actually paid no attention to her performance. Colonel Brandon listened quietly, "and she felt a respect for him on the occasion which the others had reasonably forfeited by their shameless want of taste." Mrs. Jennings liked nothing better than to matchmake, and she teased the girls about the suitors she imagined them to have had at Norland Park. She persisted in saying that Colonel Brandon was "very much in love with Marianne Dashwood." But Marianne was horrified at the idea. To her mother's and Elinor's amusement, she saw the colonel as "an old bachelor," long past romance. He was thirty-five. Marianne was actually concerned with the progress of her sister's romance. To her mother, she admitted that she was afraid Edward Ferrars must be ill; otherwise he would have come to visit Elinor in the two weeks since they had left. Mrs. Dashwood replied that she did not expect Edward so soon: "If I have felt any anxiety at all on the subject, it has been in recollecting my invitation, when I talked of his coming to Barton." But Marianne cannot understand the strange behavior of either member of the pair. Edward had seemed to show no desire to be alone with Elinor before they left, and Elinor showed none of the traditional signs of lovesickness: "When is she dejected or melancholy? When does she try to avoid society, or appear restless in it?"
feat_summary_analysis: Marianne's sensibility shows up amusingly in these chapters. She respects Colonel Brandon because he listens to her performance while the others show "horrible insensibility." But she finds him wanting because his pleasure in music does not amount to "that ecstatic delight which alone could sympathize with her own." Because he speaks of flannel waistcoats, she sees him as old and rheumatic, and feels that any woman interested in someone his age could only expect occupation as a nurse. Elinor is rightly amused by this, observing, "Had he been only in a violent fever, you would not have despised him half so much. Confess, Marianne, is not there something interesting to you in the flushed cheek, hollow eye, and quick pulse of a fever?" This refers to the standard description of a man in love.