\'Sense and Sensibility\' is a classic novel written by Jane Austen, first published in 1811. It is one of Austen's early works and is known for its keen observations of social manners, romance, and the financial and emotional challenges faced by women in the early 19th century.The story revolves around the Dashwood sisters, Elinor and Marianne, who, after the death of their father, find themselves in reduced circumstances. The novel explores the stark contrast between the sisters' personalities—Elinor embodies \'sense\' with her practical and reserved nature, while Marianne embodies \'sensibility\' with her emotional and passionate disposition.As the Dashwood sisters navigate the complex social landscape of Regency England, they encounter love, heartbreak, and societal expectations. The novel delves into themes such as love, class, and the limitations placed on women in a society where financial stability and social standing were paramount.Austen's wit, irony, and insight into human nature are evident in \'Sense and Sensibility,\' making it a timeless work that continues to be celebrated for its exploration of relationships and the complexities of navigating societal expectations. The novel remains a beloved classic, appreciated for its engaging characters, social commentary, and the enduring relevance of its themes.
I met Mrs. Jennings in Bond Street, said he, after the first salutation, and she encouraged me to come on; and I was the more easily encouraged, because I thought it probable that I might find you alone, which I was very desirous of doing. My objectmy wishmy sole wish in desiring itI hope, I believe it isis to be a means of giving comfort;no, I must not say comfortnot present comfortbut conviction, lasting conviction to your sisters mind. My regard for her, for yourself, for your motherwill you allow me to prove it, by relating some circumstances which nothing but a very sincere regardnothing but an earnest desire of being usefulI think I am justifiedthough where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong? He stopped.
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I understand you, said Elinor. You have something to tell me of Mr. Willoughby, that will open his character farther. Your telling it will be the greatest act of friendship that can be shown Marianne. My gratitude will be insured immediately by any information tending to that end, and hers must be gained by it in time. Pray, pray let me hear it. You shall; and, to be brief, when I quitted Barton last October,but this will give you no ideaI must go farther back. You will find me a very awkward narrator, Miss Dashwood; I hardly know where to begin. A short account of myself, I believe, will be necessary, and it shall be a short one. On such a subject, sighing heavily, can I have little temptation to be diffuse.
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He stopt a moment for recollection, and then, with another sigh, went on. You have probably entirely forgotten a conversation(it is not to be supposed that it could make any impression on you)a conversation between us one evening at Barton Parkit was the evening of a dancein which I alluded to a lady I had once known, as resembling, in some measure, your sister Marianne. Indeed, answered Elinor, I have not forgotten it. He looked pleased by this remembrance, and added,
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If I am not deceived by the uncertainty, the partiality of tender recollection, there is a very strong resemblance between them, as well in mind as person. The same warmth of heart, the same eagerness of fancy and spirits. This lady was one of my nearest relations, an orphan from her infancy, and under the guardianship of my father. Our ages were nearly the same, and from our earliest years we were playfellows and friends. I cannot remember the time when I did not love Eliza; and my affection for her, as we grew up, was such, as perhaps, judging from my present forlorn and cheerless gravity, you might think me incapable of having ever felt. Hers, for me, was, I believe, fervent as the attachment of your sister to Mr. Willoughby and it was, though from a different cause, no less unfortunate. At seventeen she was lost to me for ever. She was marriedmarried against her inclination to my brother. Her fortune was large, and our family estate
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