Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery. I quit such odious subjects
as soon as I can, impatient to restore everybody, not greatly in fault
themselves, to tolerable comfort, and to have done with all the rest.

My Fanny, indeed, at this very time, I have the satisfaction of
knowing, must have been happy in spite of everything. She must have
been a happy creature in spite of all that she felt, or thought she
felt, for the distress of those around her. She had sources of delight
that must force their way. She was returned to Mansfield Park, she was
useful, she was beloved; she was safe from Mr. Crawford; and when Sir
Thomas came back she had every proof that could be given in his then
melancholy state of spirits, of his perfect approbation and increased
regard; and happy as all this must make her, she would still have been
happy without any of it, for Edmund was no longer the dupe of Miss
Crawford.

It is true that Edmund was very far from happy himself. He was
suffering from disappointment and regret, grieving over what was, and
wishing for what could never be. She knew it was so, and was sorry;
but it was with a sorrow so founded on satisfaction, so tending to
ease, and so much in harmony with every dearest sensation, that there
are few who might not have been glad to exchange their greatest gaiety
for it.