When he and Crawford walked into the drawing-room, his mother and Fanny were sitting as intently and silently at work as if there were nothing else to care for.

Edmund could not help noticing their apparently deep tranquillity.
"We have not been so silent all the time," replied his mother.

"Fanny has been reading to me, and only put the book down upon hearing you coming." And sure enough there was a book on the table which had the air of being very recently closed: a volume of Shakespeare.

"She often reads to me out of those books; and she was in the middle of a very fine speech of that man's--what's his name, Fanny ?--when we heard your footsteps." Crawford took the volume.

"Let me have the pleasure of finishing that speech to your ladyship," said he.