Henry Crawford had quite made up his mind by the next morning to give
another fortnight to Mansfield, and having sent for his hunters, and
written a few lines of explanation to the Admiral, he looked round at
his sister as he sealed and threw the letter from him, and seeing the
coast clear of the rest of the family, said, with a smile, "And how do
you think I mean to amuse myself, Mary, on the days that I do not hunt?
I am grown too old to go out more than three times a week; but I have a
plan for the intermediate days, and what do you think it is?"

"To walk and ride with me, to be sure."

"Not exactly, though I shall be happy to do both, but that would be
exercise only to my body, and I must take care of my mind. Besides,
that would be all recreation and indulgence, without the wholesome
alloy of labour, and I do not like to eat the bread of idleness. No,
my plan is to make Fanny Price in love with me."

"Fanny Price! Nonsense! No, no. You ought to be satisfied with her
two cousins."

"But I cannot be satisfied without Fanny Price, without making a small
hole in Fanny Price's heart. You do not seem properly aware of her
claims to notice. When we talked of her last night, you none of you
seemed sensible of the wonderful improvement that has taken place in
her looks within the last six weeks. You see her every day, and
therefore do not notice it; but I assure you she is quite a different
creature from what she was in the autumn. She was then merely a quiet,
modest, not plain-looking girl, but she is now absolutely pretty. I
used to think she had neither complexion nor countenance; but in that
soft skin of hers, so frequently tinged with a blush as it was
yesterday, there is decided beauty; and from what I observed of her
eyes and mouth, I do not despair of their being capable of expression
enough when she has anything to express. And then, her air, her
manner, her tout ensemble, is so indescribably improved! She must
be grown two inches, at least, since October."