The Prices were just setting off for church the next day when Mr.
Crawford appeared again. He came, not to stop, but to join them; he
was asked to go with them to the Garrison chapel, which was exactly
what he had intended, and they all walked thither together.

The family were now seen to advantage. Nature had given them no
inconsiderable share of beauty, and every Sunday dressed them in their
cleanest skins and best attire. Sunday always brought this comfort to
Fanny, and on this Sunday she felt it more than ever. Her poor mother
now did not look so very unworthy of being Lady Bertram's sister as she
was but too apt to look. It often grieved her to the heart to think of
the contrast between them; to think that where nature had made so
little difference, circumstances should have made so much, and that her
mother, as handsome as Lady Bertram, and some years her junior, should
have an appearance so much more worn and faded, so comfortless, so
slatternly, so shabby. But Sunday made her a very creditable and
tolerably cheerful-looking Mrs. Price, coming abroad with a fine family
of children, feeling a little respite of her weekly cares, and only
discomposed if she saw her boys run into danger, or Rebecca pass by
with a flower in her hat.

In chapel they were obliged to divide, but Mr. Crawford took care not
to be divided from the female branch; and after chapel he still
continued with them, and made one in the family party on the ramparts.