Elinor watched his countenance and saw its expression becoming more tranquil.

After a moment's pause, he spoke with calmness.
"I did myself the honour of calling in Berkeley Street last Tuesday, and very much regretted that I was not fortunate enough to find yourselves and Mrs.Jennings at home.

My card was not lost, I hope." "But have you not received my notes ?" cried Marianne in the wildest anxiety.

"Here is some mistake I am sure--some dreadful mistake.

What can be the meaning of it?
Tell me, Willoughby; for heaven's sake tell me, what is the matter ?" He made no reply; his complexion changed and all his embarrassment returned; but as if, on catching the eye of the young lady with whom he had been previously talking, he felt the necessity of instant exertion, he recovered himself again, and after saying, "Yes, I had the pleasure of receiving the information of your arrival in town, which you were so good as to send me," turned hastily away with a slight bow and joined his friend.
Marianne, now looking dreadfully white, and unable to stand, sunk into her chair, and Elinor, expecting every moment to see her faint, tried to screen her from the observation of others, while reviving her with lavender water.
"Go to him, Elinor," she cried, as soon as she could speak, "and force him to come to me.