Mrs.Price, it appeared, scarcely ever stirred out of doors, except of a Sunday; she owned she could seldom, with her large family, find time for a walk.

"Would she not, then, persuade her daughters to take advantage of such weather, and allow him the pleasure of attending them ?" Mrs.Price was greatly obliged and very complying.
"Her daughters were very much confined; Portsmouth was a sad place; they did not often get out; and she knew they had some errands in the town, which they would be very glad to do." And the consequence was, that Fanny, strange as it was--strange, awkward, and distressing--found herself and Susan, within ten minutes, walking towards the High Street with Mr.Crawford.
It was soon pain upon pain, confusion upon confusion; for they were hardly in the High Street before they met her father, whose appearance was not the better from its being Saturday.

He stopt; and, ungentlemanlike as he looked, Fanny was obliged to introduce him to Mr.
Crawford.

She could not have a doubt of the manner in which Mr.Crawford must be struck.

He must be ashamed and disgusted altogether.