A note was just then brought in, and laid on the table.
"For me!" cried Marianne, stepping hastily forward.
"No, ma'am, for my mistress." But Marianne, not convinced, took it instantly up.
"It is indeed for Mrs.Jennings; how provoking!" "You are expecting a letter, then ?" said Elinor, unable to be longer silent.
"Yes, a little--not much." After a short pause.

"You have no confidence in me, Marianne." "Nay, Elinor, this reproach from YOU--you who have confidence in no one!" "Me!" returned Elinor in some confusion; "indeed, Marianne, I have nothing to tell." "Nor I," answered Marianne with energy, "our situations then are alike.
We have neither of us any thing to tell; you, because you do not communicate, and I, because I conceal nothing." Elinor, distressed by this charge of reserve in herself, which she was not at liberty to do away, knew not how, under such circumstances, to press for greater openness in Marianne.
Mrs.Jennings soon appeared, and the note being given her, she read it aloud.

It was from Lady Middleton, announcing their arrival in Conduit Street the night before, and requesting the company of her mother and cousins the following evening.

Business on Sir John's part, and a violent cold on her own, prevented their calling in Berkeley Street.
The invitation was accepted; but when the hour of appointment drew near, necessary as it was in common civility to Mrs.Jennings, that they should both attend her on such a visit, Elinor had some difficulty in persuading her sister to go, for still she had seen nothing of Willoughby; and therefore was not more indisposed for amusement abroad, than unwilling to run the risk of his calling again in her absence.
Elinor found, when the evening was over, that disposition is not materially altered by a change of abode, for although scarcely settled in town, Sir John had contrived to collect around him, nearly twenty young people, and to amuse them with a ball.

This was an affair, however, of which Lady Middleton did not approve.