Persuasion 200: Anne Arrives at Uppercross Lodge

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From Chapter 5
Mary, often a little unwell, and always thinking a great deal of her own complaints, and always in the habit of claiming Anne when anything was the matter; was indisposed, and foreseeing that she should not have a day’s health all the autumn, entreated, or rather required her, for it was hardly entreaty, to come to Uppercross Cottage, and bear her company as long as she should want her, instead of going to Bath.



Anne held her reticule tightly as the carriage conveyed her from the Lodge, where Lady Russell resided, to Uppercross Cottage. She had been staying with her for the past week, ever since her father and Elizabeth departed for Bath. Now Lady Russell was leaving as well, and Anne was on her way to stay with her younger sister, Mary.

The road took them past Kellynch, and Lady Russell gazed at Anne as they neared her home.

“Do you wish to stop? We have time.”

Anne shook her head. “No. I have already said my goodbyes.”

Lady Russell reached for her hand. “I feel the loss as exceedingly as you do. This whole affair grieves me more than you can know.”

As they drove past, Anne‘s eyes took in the magnificence of Kellynch Hall. Suddenly, memories of her childhood, her mother, special times with Lady Russell, and those too few times spent with Captain Wentworth invaded her thoughts. Her hand went up to her heart and she felt a sense of regret for all that had taken place in the past few months that led to her family’s removal.

Once the Crofts moved in, there would be no coming back to the sanctuary of her room, no leisurely walks through the gardens, or sipping tea while sitting in the parlour at the large window that overlooked the deep woods. She hoped she would be able to rise above these thoughts and feelings that threatened to overwhelm her.

Her heart felt as heavy and dark as the window coverings that were now drawn, but she could not let Lady Russell know. For just as certainly, she would suspect it was because Mrs. Croft happened to be Captain Frederick Wentworth’s sister, and Anne’s thoughts could not be far from the memory of the love and affection she and that gentleman once shared.

As the carriage rambled down the road, she looked back through the window to see a final glimpse of Kellynch Hall before they made the turn in the road. Soon it was out of sight.

Anne turned back and clasped her hands. She had enjoyed the past week spent with Lady Russell and had had little time to ponder all that had taken place and all that might occur. Lady Russell seemed to have made it her duty to keep Anne occupied. There was much to do after her father and Elizabeth departed for Bath; she had barely had a moment to herself.

She looked up at the deep blue sky, dotted with clouds. It was a lovely autumn day, and she wished she could enjoy it. It was, after all, her favourite time of year. The days were getting shorter. The leaves were just beginning to turn various colours and fall slowly from the branches. The air was fresh and cool. But the recent events made it difficult for her to take delight in it.

Anne hugged her shawl about her as she settled back into the seat, hoping her heart would soon calm. The carriage rocked as it traversed a slight incline filled ruts from the recent rains. As they reached the small summit, she looked out and saw that a light fog had settled in low areas of the meadow below. She fingered the fringe of her shawl as she considered that was very much akin to how she felt. Her feelings regarding Captain Wentworth were muddled and unclear. As much as she did not wish to see him again, she oftentimes hoped she would. She was filled with fear and dread of encountering him, as much as she was filled with hope and expectation.

Anne felt as though she could barely breathe. Her throat was dry, yet she felt her eyes moisten with tears. She quickly wiped away one that trailed down her cheek. But her tears were not solely for the loss of her home, but for the gentleman who eight years earlier had captured her heart. She shook her head at the years that had passed – eight autumns, eight winters, eight springs, and eight summers. He still had such a strong hold on her heart, that there were times she felt as if it were only yesterday.

She stiffened, as much to discipline her thoughts as to display to Lady Russell a strong comportment. They would arrive at Uppercross Cottage shortly, where she would lovingly assist her younger sister Mary, who always seemed to be suffering from one ailment or another. She would help with Mary’s two sons, who at times could be so rambunctious that they wore her out. But they were sweet and Anne loved them.

She drew in a deep breath. Although her life was tolerable at Kellynch Hall, she never felt as though her father and sister valued her. Her opinions were rarely considered, and there were times she felt invisible to them. Except on the occasions when they wanted her to do something they would not do themselves.

It would be different here. Mary would have great need of her. She had insisted Anne stay with her, for she would likely be ill all of autumn. Anne gave her head a slight shake. Her sister would likely have a different ailment for each day of the week and complain about every little thing. She would require Anne do everything for her.

She smiled, however, when she thought of the Musgroves. They would welcome her warmly when she arrived, although she would likely have to tolerate their complaints about Mary’s idleness and lack of discipline in raising her boys.

Mary must have been watching for her, for as soon as the carriage drew close to the house, she came rushing out to greet them. “You are here! Anne, I thought you would never arrive!” She turned to Lady Russell, suddenly collecting herself. “I hope you are well, Lady Russell. It is good to see you. I am so glad you have brought Anne.”

“Thank you, Mary,” Lady Russell replied. “It is good to see you, as well, and I hope you are well.”

Mary raised a hand to her forehead. “I am feeling so ill. I am so glad you are here, Anne!” Once her sister had stepped out of the carriage, Mary began to pull her towards the house.

Anne heard Lady Russell murmur something under her breath while she shook her head slightly.

“Mary, perhaps you ought to return to the house. I am not certain it is good for you to be outdoors. Allow me to take my leave of Lady Russell.”

“Oh, yes! I should not linger outside any longer!” She glanced at Lady Russell. “I hope you have safe travels.” She turned to walk back to the house without waiting for a response.

Once she was gone, Anne turned back to her friend. “I would invite you in, but…”

Lady Russell put up her hand. “Thank you, but I must be on my way.”

Anne nodded. “Thank you for a most enjoyable week. I shall miss you.”

“And I shall miss you, my dearest Anne. It affords me no pleasure knowing how Mary will abuse you, for you are far too good to her even when she does not deserve it.”

“At least I am needed here.”

Lady Russell reached out for her hand. “Take care, Anne. I will see you in a few months.”

Anne smiled sweetly. “I shall be looking forward to it.”

Anne watched the carriage pull away and then walked to the house. As soon as she stepped inside, Mary began a litany of her complaints. Anne listened patiently to her, murmuring words of compassion to her sister. She heard about the latest mischief the boys got into, how her husband had gone off shooting even when she told him she had a severe headache, and how the Musgrove ladies rarely stop by to visit.

Mary let out a long sigh. “Oh, Anne! I have the worst headache. I have been waiting for you all day!”

“I am here now, Mary, so you can rest.” Anne walked about the room, which was scattered with toys, dirty dishes, and soiled clothes. One of the maids was making a futile attempt to straighten the room as the boys raced through scattering even more articles. The boys were yelling, and Anne felt that Mary might indeed have a headache if this is what she had to endure. She was getting one herself.

Mary fell across the sofa, her hand going up to her head. “Anne, would you please try to silence the boys? Take them outside. They listen to you. Make them understand I am not well and they must be play quietly!” She pulled a coverlet up over her.

Anne watched her sister close her eyes and roll over, plumping up the pillow as she did. Anne grabbed one of the boys by the hand as he ran past her. “Come along with me,” she said as firmly as possible. “You and your brother need to play quietly outside!”

As she steered the one boy towards the door and corralled the other one, she suddenly realized that it might be good for her to be kept busy. While she did not particularly wish to be needed in quite so desperate a manner as this, it might serve her well to keep her mind off one Captain Frederick Wentworth. Staying busy this past week with Lady Russell had served that purpose. She hoped it would continue to do so once his sister and her husband moved took up residence at Kellynch Hall.

“Oh, and Anne, I shall be resting and do not wish to be disturbed.”

“Certainly, Mary,” Anne said with a long sigh. “You know you can rely on me.”

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  1. Loved the introduction.
    Poor Anne. It must have been heartbreaking being torn from her home like that. You really bring across how impossible her situation is. It’s a reminder of what it’s like to be an unmarried woman in Austen’s days — being sent off to whoever can make use of her. I wonder if JA experienced this herself?

  2. Yes, I agree with Monica! This reminded me so much of what Jane Austen must have suffered herself perhaps-her sister-in-laws all had plenty of children and at Chawton, in particular, they were often sent up to the cottage. I’m sure Jane loved her nieces and nephews but there must have been times when she’d have just liked to have been able to get on with her writing but couldn’t. A very thought-provoking episode-lovely!!!

    • Maggie Griscom on September 9, 2014 at 7:45 am
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    Anne’s thoughts had to be full of “what ifs” as she passed Kellynch. I could feel her regret about what her life could have been with Frederick and the reality of being needed as the maiden aunt. How sad that women of this time had no options, it was marriage or to always be at the mercy of someone else’s whims. I agree JA probably did have to deal with the feeling that her life was not her own. Excellant chapter!

    • Kara Louise on September 9, 2014 at 8:45 am
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    Thanks for your thoughts, Monica, Jane, and Maggie. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for these ladies who had no say in the matter. At least we know how things end up for Anne – probably much better than she could have imagined at this point.

    • Linda Shen on September 9, 2014 at 11:19 am
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    I think Mary should have pity too, she just human being, everyone had some fault of their own, maybe is her nature feel unloved by family, or society give her pressure about finding husband or money problem, I know some sister had conflict with each other, but they are still family, maybe if Mary had good health, she won’t be complaints all the time.

      • Kara Louise on September 9, 2014 at 12:14 pm
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      Linda, I agree that Mary was likely not appreciated by her family – only Anne would have been kind to her, and we know the Musgroves merely tolerated her. How much of that was brought on herself remains to be seen, but I think from the novel, we see she brought most of it on herself.

  3. And Jane certainly knew what it was like to be required to leave her beloved home behind, because of when her father retired and moved them from Steventon to Bath. Good chapter, Kara!

    • Kara Louise on September 9, 2014 at 1:20 pm
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    So true, Shannon. I never left the home I grew up in until I moved out on my own, so I didn’t have that to draw from, but I can imagine how difficult it must have been for Jane, or is for others.

    • Deborah on September 9, 2014 at 2:34 pm
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    Beautiful chapter. I agree with the above comments and can’t imagine what it would’ve been like living then, unmarried at everyone’s beck and call or whim. So sad for Anne. Keeping busy to keep memories and emotions at bay I can fully understand. To keep from dwelling on things you must keep yourself so busy you have no time to think and your so exhausted you’re asleep before your head hits the pillow. Kara you did a beautiful job. I can feel Anne’s anguish at leaving home with its memories and her favorite refuges behind.

    • Deborah on September 9, 2014 at 2:38 pm
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    Sorry. Hit post before I finished my thought….How Anne feels about leaving her home behind makes me think of when I left my grandma’s home for the last time….my memories, favorite haunts……knowing there’s never be an opportunity to return…..

      • Kara Louise on September 9, 2014 at 7:07 pm
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      Thanks, Deborah! Your comment about your grandmother’s home made me think about mine. We cleaned it out after she died, and years later I drove past, only to see them bulldozing it and the house next door. I was so tempted to see if I could find anything that might have been dropped down a heater vent or something (my mother grew up in the one house, and then the other house was the one we knew as my grandmother’s home). We do get attached!

    • Stephanie Mudd Carrico on September 9, 2014 at 6:43 pm
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    Another lovely chapter….you captured Anne’s feelings beautifully…what she must have felt passing Kellynch..
    and Marys’ home was better than Bath, but still not an ideal situation…Hopefully the boys will keep her busy and her mind off everything until the Crofts and Fredrick’s arrival..yet then she still must endure Louisa for awhile before things improve…Poor Anne…

    • Kara Louise on September 9, 2014 at 7:09 pm
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    Thanks, Stephanie! Poor Anne – at least we know where it all leads! 🙂

    • junewilliams7 on September 10, 2014 at 10:53 pm
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    Poor Musgrove kids! At least now they have Aunt Anne to play with them, and Anne is appreciated plus distracted. Still waiting for Wentworth to show up to save Anne. Thank you for writing!

    • Kara Louise on September 11, 2014 at 3:15 pm
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    You’re welcome, June, and thanks for your comments! We’re all eagerly waiting for Wentworth! 🙂

    • Carole in Canada on September 12, 2014 at 4:50 pm
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    It’s so painful to see Anne still suffering the loss of her heart to Captain Wentworth. Now to be completely gone from her family home too is so difficult. What must be going through her mind to know that he might visit there but I’m sure that will be someone else’s chapter! I would have to agree that her being so ‘desperately needed’ is not necessarily a good thing for her all the time but it will keep her somewhat distracted.

      • Kara Louise on September 13, 2014 at 4:28 pm
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      And I doubt when Wentworth has arrived at Kellynch, no amount of busyness will help her at all!

        • Deborah on September 13, 2014 at 4:30 pm
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        Kara, I agree 1000%.

    • Sheila L. M. on September 12, 2014 at 7:44 pm
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    I love to read historical romance novels BUT would NOT want to live then….poor hygiene, terrible sanitation, poor medical care AND no options for women. How depressing! Even though we know what is in store for Anne it is painful to see how she is USED by Sir Walter, Elizabeth, Mary, etc. Dumped on! And totally unappreciated. Mary scolding her for not being there sooner, etc. is just too much. Perfectly captured. I have to go watch the movie for the ending now!

    • Kara Louise on September 13, 2014 at 4:30 pm
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    Think of all the poor women who never had their happily ever after in situations like this. Anne deserved hers so much! Thanks for your thoughts, Sheila!

  4. This is quite a long chapter but I enjoy every moment of it. I agree that keeping Anne busy will definitely do her good as she will not have the time to think about her past memories with Wentworth. I wish she could stand up to her father and sisters who only used her when they don’t want to get their hands dirty.

    • Kara Louise on September 15, 2014 at 8:46 pm
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    I’m so glad you enjoyed it! Poor Anne is so ill-used and abused by so many people. Fortunately there will be some who come into her life who will appreciate her – one captain, in particular! 🙂

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