Persuasion 200: Whither Should we Go? by Cassandra Grafton

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“There had been three alternatives, London, Bath or another house in the country.” Persuasion: Chapter Two

A decision has been made: the Elliots are to quit Kellynch Hall and seek an establishment elsewhere, and the Hall is to be let to another. Lady Russell and Anne Eliot discuss where the family should go:


Anne’s head ached. The interminable debate between her father and sister over where they should go upon quitting Kellynch had continued over evening supper and had been taken up again with as much speed as their cutlery as they broke their fast the following morning. Overriding Mr Shepherd’s suggestion of Harrowgate, her father had soon settled in favour of London and, almost choking upon her food in her haste to speak, her eldest sister quickly added her approbation for this scheme.

A further visit from Mr Shepherd later that morning, however, seemed to bring a little more sense to the proceedings, and Sir Walter was soon considering his advisor’s recommendation of Bath, a place where Mr Shepherd felt the family could live with far more consequence and at less expense than in Town. The latter benefit seemed destined to leave no impression upon the gentleman, yet the appeal of the former struck Sir Walter immediately, and Elizabeth quickly echoed his sentiments. As either choice remained equally unpalatable to Anne and she doubted her opinion would be of any more interest than it generally was, she excused herself from the room.

Gravelled Walk

Gravelled Walk

Walking quickly along the hallway she made her way out of a side door, pausing on the terrace to draw in a welcome breath of fresh air before stepping onto the gravelled walk bordering the lawns below. She made her way slowly along the path, her gaze taking in the beauty of the borders, now in full summer bloom, and inhaling with pleasure the heady perfume of the roses. The rose beds at Kellynch had been the late Lady Elliot’s one indulgence; she had tended them with such pleasure, and the estate gardeners had continued to cherish them in her memory – but who would care for them henceforth? 

Oh how could she bear it, to leave her home behind? Heavy at heart, she turned about and stared at the house where it loomed before her: tall, immensely handsome despite its age, the malfunctioning roof tiles and draughty casements invisible to the eye under the brilliant sunshine gracing its golden walls. Then, she frowned: was it such a hardship to forego?

So much of the inside of the house evoked sad memories – her mother’s chamber had lain silent and empty for fourteen summers, the small sitting room where she had taught Anne her first letters and later awoken a shared love of poetry in her remained a melancholy place, despite the years lengthening since her passing. As for the year six… a brief spasm passed through Anne’s breast as the old memories poured in unbidden.

Kellynch Hall

Kellynch Hall

Captain Wentworth had never been welcomed over the threshold of Kellynch Hall except by herself. Her distaste for the drawing room she had overcome in time, though she could not pass the windows fronting upon the main ride without recalling her anxious wait for him on the morning he sought her father’s blessing.

The parlour where she had awaited the outcome of the interview evoked painful memories, for she could still recall being held close by Frederick, feeling so loved by him when he finally came to her. Such happiness as they had had, despite its brief duration, was not easily forsaken… their conversation about the cottage in the country where they had talked of raising their family haunted her when she was in the parlour, reduced to nothing but a shattered dream.

And despite the passage of time, Anne could not enter her father’s study without hesitating upon the threshold, her eye drawn to the chair into which she had fallen, distraught and broken at ending all her hopes of happiness, Frederick’s cold air and countenance and his retreating footsteps her last abiding memory of him.

Formal Gardens

Formal Gardens

Unwilling to look at the house further, she turned her back and continued along the path, relishing the warmth of the sun on her cold skin, slowing her pace as she neared an opening in the stone wall to peer down towards the more formal gardens. Beyond, the sweep of undulating Somerset countryside rolled in all directions from the boundary of Kellynch’s grounds, dotted here and there with sheep amidst patches of grassland and aged trees, their branches stirring gently in the summer breeze.

She glanced over towards the stretch of ancient hedging which bordered two sides of the formal gardens, her eye seeking the roughly made arch carved in the hedge’s sturdy branches. Beyond lay her favourite place, a grove where she often lost herself in memories of a happier time.

The Ancient Hedge

The Ancient Hedge

Oft had she strolled in the shrubbery there with Frederick, and in that very place he had offered her his hand, his love, his future. It was something no one could take from her, this memory, and she would go there to retrieve it in times of need, close her eyes and savour the moment of a time when she had felt safe, secure and most of all, beloved, a moment so sweet, so cherished, and she knew – no matter whose feet trod that path in the centuries to come – the grove would remain forever hers and Frederick’s.

Here was the hardship, where every corner turned revealed yet another dearly-loved place once walked with such joy, her arm tucked securely within another, her heart and mind full of the excitement of love, of romance, of the future.

“Anne!”

With a start, Anne turned around and saw Lady Russell standing on the terrace, and shaking aside her introspection, she waved and began to walk towards her.

“My dear girl!” Hands outstretched, Lady Russell had reached her and, taking the lady’s hands, Anne squeezed them lightly, giving a small, self-deprecating smile as she met her friend’s concerned gaze.

“Forgive me, Lady Russell. I was not aware of the passage of time.”

“Nonsense, my dear. There is no need for apology.” Lady Russell’s gaze became more serious. “This pains you – how could it not? I am no fool, Anne; I see how it pulls at your heart to consider Kellynch must be forsaken.”

Kellynch Grounds

Kellynch Grounds

“But whither shall we go? Father seemed set upon Town this morning, but how is his loose pocket to be tamed with such temptation on hand?” Anne looked pleadingly at Lady Russell. “I should so dearly love to remain in Somersetshire. Could you not suggest the benefit to him of our taking a smaller property in the neighbourhood, thus retaining the closeness of Kellynch and the family at Upper Cross and be able to continue to enjoy our intimacy there?”

Lady Russell looked, if at all possible, even more solemn and taking Anne by the hand she led her to a nearby bench.

“You must think rationally, my dear. How would it be for your father in such circumstances? Made a tenant where once he was landlord!”

“But if we took a smaller house on our own estate, he would be beholden to none but himself!”

Shaking her head, Lady Russell patted her absent-mindedly on the hand.

Looking back through the Archway

“You know of the intent to lease Kellynch to another, for the income is essential if your father is to ever settle his debts and recover his financial standing. It would only add further insult if, in addition to being removed from the family seat, he had to observe another take his place. Further, would you have your father, once lord of his own manor, reduced to paying rent to a former neighbour upon whom he has long looked down and probably deigned to even have dine at his table?”

Anne met her friend’s serious gaze firmly. “A decision more likely grounded upon his ruddy complexion or sparse hair than his position in society, as well you know, Lady Russell!”

“Dear child,” the lady shook her head. “It is not sound; you know it is not.”

Anne sighed. “Of course it is not sound – but it does not signify I must only wish for sensible things.”

“The sensible thing,” continued her friend, “would be for a removal to Bath.”

“But I dislike it so!”

“Nonsense, Anne; you only think you do.”

Flower Beds

Flower Beds

Shaking her head, Anne said nothing, allowing her gaze to drift over the well-loved garden, the hollyhocks rocking gently in the breeze, bees buzzing over the lavender bushes and clusters of daisies and lilies all turning their faces to the sun for approval. Who would be admiring their blooms next summer?

She swallowed to ease a sudden tightness in her throat. “I shall miss Kellynch so very much.”

“So shall I miss your being here.” Lady Russell placed a gentle hand on Anne’s arm, and she turned to face her. “It will be a sad day indeed when you leave, my dear. But there! You see the benefit if Sir Walter favours Bath? You may make as much or as little stay with me as you wish, for you can call Kellynch Lodge your home in the warmer months and you know I always spend the winter months in Bath!”

Lady Russell rose from her seat and dusted down her skirts. “Come, let us return to the house and see if this matter can be resolved.”

The Archway to the Grove

The Archway to the Grove

Attempting to conceal her sadness, Anne got to her feet. If her father could be persuaded away from London – and she had little reason to doubt Lady Russell’s powers of persuasion – they were destined for Bath, the one place she least wished to go.

With one last glance in the direction of the grove, its arched entrance just visible from where she stood, Anne suppressed a sigh and turned reluctantly towards the house, her head lowered and her heart heavy once again with the pain of impending loss.

 

 

 


There had been three alternatives, London, Bath or another house in the country. All Anne’s wishes had been for the latter. A small house in their own neighbourhood, where they might still have Lady Russell’s society, still be near Mary, and still have the pleasure of sometimes seeing the lawns and groves of Kellynch, was the object of her ambition. But the usual fate of Anne attended her, in having something very opposite from her inclination fixed on. She disliked Bath, and did not think it agreed with her – and Bath was to be her home.  Persuasion, Chapter Two.

 

 

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    • Mari on July 13, 2014 at 7:47 am
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    Oh my! Such lush, tragic, and beautiful prose. I felt as though I were really there with Anne, seeing so much beauty, and feeling so much desolation at leaving. The real tragedy is that she is the only one that loves her home and the only one that feels the pain and horror of the situation she is in. Her father and sister, two of the most selfish, egotistical people on the planet, haven’t even left yet, and are already imagining themselves farther afield and doing the same things that are causing them to quit Kellynch Hall in the first place. The tragedy of conceit and stupidity collide yet again! This was some of the most extraordinary writing I have seen. It was so evocative, so beautiful, and so tragic at the same time: and yet it was wistfully hopeful too. How did you do that?! The one person who was not complicit in the behavior that forces her to leave home, feels all the heartbreak and tragedy, and has nothing to look forward to, while the two architects of the family’s destruction, remain as foolish, unrepentant and arrogant as ever. Magnificent chapter my friend. The photographs were beautiful and added so much to the story. They made Anne’s sorrow and despair logical, poignant, and understandable. What a magnificent property that is. We have all left homes that we loved for happy and sad reasons, but leaving that one would be nothing short of horrific. You captured Anne’s thoughts and emotions so perfectly. I know I keep saying it, but your writing was so beautiful. Anne views her home from the heart, while her father and sister view it from the crumbling precipice of their own self-indulgent sense of false importance. Bravo and three cheers my friend. You have earned it.

    1. Mari, you really are TOO kind! Thank you for such lovely, detailed comments. You made my day when I read them. 😀

  1. A truly heartfelt leavetaking, Cassandra, and some lovely descriptive detail. I really related to Anne’s misfortune.

    1. You are so kind, Monica; thank you so much for commenting. I am so pleased you felt it ‘worked’ at representing Anne’s sadness. 😀

    • Carole in Canada on July 13, 2014 at 9:11 am
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    Beautifully written Cassandra. My heart ached for Anne as I read this. The memories within her home are painful but the gardens and grounds held such happy ones…” It was something no one could take from her, this memory, and she would go there to retrieve it in times of need, close her eyes and savour the moment of a time when she had felt safe, secure and most of all, beloved, a moment so sweet, so cherished, and she knew – no matter whose feet trod that path in the centuries to come – the grove would remain forever hers and Frederick’s.” How poignant this was. Thank you.

    Loved the photos especially the garden wall with the roses. Always wanted a wall garden myself!

    1. Isn’t the garden pretty? I spent a lovely morning there a couple of weeks ago snapping shots (and trying to keep anything 21st century – including people – out of them!

      Thank you so much for commenting! I really appreciate it!

    • Deborah on July 13, 2014 at 9:31 am
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    I wholeheartedly agree with all the above statements. For Anne, this is as nearly a tragic heartbreak as turning down Wentworth. Not only is she leaving her home with its bittersweet memories behind, but also her solace. I felt so for Anne. She loves the peace and quiey of nature. All her father and sister care about is preserverence of station and position.

    Beautifully portrayed Cassandra. Thank you so much for writing this heartfelt piece.

    1. Thank you, Deborah, for your continued support and taking the time to comment! I really appreciate it!

      We felt so sad when we had to leave Somerset in 1998 (though we weren’t leaving a home as beautiful as Kellynch!) We still feel as though we left part of our hearts there, and I tried to put some of that feeling into the scene.

        • Deborah on July 14, 2014 at 5:16 am
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        It worked very well. You definitely put that feeling into the scene.

    • Deborah on July 13, 2014 at 10:44 am
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    Forgot to say that I loved the addition of the pictures to help visualize the gardens.

    1. I am so pleased you enjoyed the photos, Deborah, and that they enhanced the scene. 😀

  2. The pictures you shared us breathtaking, Cassandra. You have brilliantly captured how Anne must have felt like and the memories that filled her mind at the thought of leaving a place she called home for over twenty years. I feel sad when reading this piece. Good job!

    1. I am pleased you liked the photos! Sorry you felt sad 🙁 but it’s hard not to, isn’t it, with poor Anne in such a bad place right now?

      The location I used was Montacute House and you can see more about it here:http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/montacute-house/

  3. Lovely look into Anne’s thoughts. My heart went out to her as she thought about her mother, Wentworth and all she’s being forced to leave behind. Thanks for this insightful chapter!

    1. Thank you for commenting, Susan! Much appreciated! 😀

    • Jane Odiwe on July 13, 2014 at 3:19 pm
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    Beautifully written, Cassandra! Evocative descriptions, heart-rending emotions and brilliantly scripted conversation-fabulous-I loved every word!!!

    1. You are too kind, Jane, but thank you for commenting and for such lovely words!

      Thank you also for Tweeting! 😀

  4. Liked all the comments above – they are so good all I can say is “I agree!”. Well done Cassandra!

    1. Thank you, Dave! So pleased you enjoyed it (though perhaps ‘enjoy’ is the wrong word). Poor Anne!

    • Kathy on July 13, 2014 at 7:25 pm
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    Beautiful photos to go along with such an emotional description of leaving one’s cherished home. Where are these lovely grounds? Thank you for sharing! I am still wondering at how much more difficult it was in those days (before photographs and the internet) to try and have keepsakes of one’s favorite memories. So Anne leaving her home really meant that she’d not have very good reminders with her, of what she left behind – and sadly, all her memories are of melancholy events she hasn’t gotten over!

    1. This is Montacute House, Kathy. We used to live in a nearby village and visited it often. I popped over there on my recent trip to the UK to get some up to date photos and it was as beautiful as I remembered. (It was used in S&S 95 as the Palmers house).

      http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/montacute-house/

      I agree re having no keepsake – I wonder if she ever had a miniature of Captain Wentworth, but then their acquaintance was so short-lived I doubt there was time! 🙁

      Thank you for commenting!

    • Stephanie Carrico on July 13, 2014 at 8:23 pm
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    Eloquently written, Took my breath away..I felt Anne’s sorrow. She doesn’t like Bath,( how could Lady Russell say she just “thinks” she doesn’t like the city) and yet is expected to settle there so far from her home and her memories with her horrid family.

    1. I know! Everyone imposes their own opinion on Anne, and even when she does have one to express, they tell her it’s wrong!

      Thank you for commenting, Stephanie! 😀

    • Sheila L. M. on July 16, 2014 at 2:19 pm
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    The photographs made this doubly enjoyable. For Anne to leave the places there where she had felt love, respect and companionship would be so heart-rending. Her thoughts (in your writing) tear at our souls…even tho’ we know that Bath will come to be such a treasured memory in the future. As Dave said – so many have expressed my own feeling very well here. Thank you for this poignant chapter.

    1. I’m pleased you enjoyed the photos, Sheila. I had a lot of fun taking them!

    • Eileen on July 17, 2014 at 12:42 am
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    That was beautiful but so very sad.

    1. Thank you Eileen. Sorry I made you sad 🙁

    • Beth on July 17, 2014 at 11:43 am
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    Beautiful as always, Cassandra. I’m glad I read this today (though I am so sad for Anne). I really loved this line: Here was the hardship, where every corner turned revealed yet another dearly-loved place once walked with such joy, her arm tucked securely within another, her heart and mind full of the excitement of love, of romance, of the future.

  5. Thank you, Beth, though I am of course sorry I made you sad! 🙁

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