[ Despite her everyday behavior to the contrary, it appears Mary is her father's daughter and some deep seated opinions have finally bloomed within her. The seed simply needed tending to, which Mr. Cartwright has. ]
How good of you to lend your arms to the endeavor.
[ She knows of the squire's loss and that his property is much to handle. Mr. Cartwright's assistance just makes him more of a mystery to Mary, because he straddles the line between gentleman and laborer so effortlessly. Whatever his history, he has taken pains to hide it from the rest of them. She wonders if her father knows.
Speaking of her father, he wanders over with cider in hand to shake Mr. Cartwright's hand. There is the customary catching up, but then he leans in a little and says to the pair: Should you wish to spare your ears, I suggest you two take a stroll down the path a bit farther. Mrs. Bennet approaches. Then he gives his daughter a faint smile (more than she is used to receiving from the man) and he wanders off to casually intercept his wife to stall for time. Mary has gone a bit pale at the thought of her mother coming upon them because the woman is so wholly unpredictable when roused to anger. She looks up at the gentleman and lifts her brow in question. If her father has given his blessing, surely she should escape the looming situation with him. ]
I would walk with you, if you do not have plans to be elsewhere.
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How good of you to lend your arms to the endeavor.
[ She knows of the squire's loss and that his property is much to handle. Mr. Cartwright's assistance just makes him more of a mystery to Mary, because he straddles the line between gentleman and laborer so effortlessly. Whatever his history, he has taken pains to hide it from the rest of them. She wonders if her father knows.
Speaking of her father, he wanders over with cider in hand to shake Mr. Cartwright's hand. There is the customary catching up, but then he leans in a little and says to the pair: Should you wish to spare your ears, I suggest you two take a stroll down the path a bit farther. Mrs. Bennet approaches. Then he gives his daughter a faint smile (more than she is used to receiving from the man) and he wanders off to casually intercept his wife to stall for time. Mary has gone a bit pale at the thought of her mother coming upon them because the woman is so wholly unpredictable when roused to anger. She looks up at the gentleman and lifts her brow in question. If her father has given his blessing, surely she should escape the looming situation with him. ]
I would walk with you, if you do not have plans to be elsewhere.