Persuasion 200: Charles Musgrove Proposes to Anne Elliot by Mary Simonsen

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Initially, Anne held out hope of a relationship with Commander Wentworth, but reality is setting in. Her availability prompts a proposal from her neighbor.


When Anne went into the breakfast room, she found her father and sister discussing the contents of a weeks-old newspaper that a family friend had sent on to Kellynch Hall from London. In hushed tones, Papa and Elizabeth discussed the recent marriage of Stephanie de Beauharnais, the adopted daughter of Napoleon, to Prince Charles of Baden as if it actually affected them personally. They speculated, not on the possible effect their marriage might have on the wars on the Continent, but on what the bride and groom had worn to their wedding.

Birds of a feather, Anne thought.

As the pair tittered over rumors that the prince had been forced to marry the lady against his will, Anne pushed her meager breakfast about her plate, her thoughts centered on another wedding—one that would never take place. After reading of Captain Wentworth’s exploits in the newspapers as well as noting his accomplishments in the naval lists, how naïve she had been to think that Frederick would return to Kellynch to renew his attentions. Although it was true that his successes on the high seas placed him in a stronger position to make an offer of marriage, why ever would he risk a possible second rejection when there were so many eligible females in need of a husband?

Anne was mulling over these depressing thoughts when, in the distance, she heard a bark, and then another, and then a chorus of deafening yelps emanating from the lungs of a pack of hounds, the calling card of their neighbor, Charles Musgrove.

“Not again!” Elizabeth said, pushing her plate to the side. “I absolutely refuse to entertain Charles Musgrove for a fourth day in a row.” Turning to Anne, she insisted that her sister go out to meet him and that she make an excuse for Elizabeth’s absence.

“Elizabeth, do you not know why Mr. Musgrove is calling at Kellynch every day?”

“Of course I do. Until there is something for the man to shoot at when pheasant season starts, he comes in search of company and food, and that is why I want you to go out to meet him on the drive. We are not a London chop house.”

Sir Walter concurred with Elizabeth, an event as rare as sunrise and sunset.

In her father and sister’s opinion, although the Musgroves were members of the local gentry, they did not have a title. Even though their position in the community merited some deference, it was still presumptuous of Musgrove to assume that he would be welcomed at Kellynch Hall every day of the week.

“Elizabeth, Charles Musgrove comes to Kellynch Hall as a man in search of a wife. He is courting you,” Anne answered.

“What! Surely, he does not… He would not presume…” Elizabeth continued to stammer before finally completing a sentence. “Charles Musgrove is little better than a farmer! I would not for one minute consider an offer from such a person.”

Sir Walter seconded his daughter’s sentiments. Even though there was no other bachelor in the neighborhood who was in a position to court Elizabeth, the baronet would rather have his daughter not marry at all than stoop to wed someone who had not even a “sir” before his name and little likelihood of that ever changing.

“Anne, I insist you take care of this situation,” Elizabeth said in her “mistress of the manor” voice.

“Why should I take of it?”

“Because it was you who raised the subject. Tell Mr. Musgrove I have a headache and will have one tomorrow as well.” With that Elizabeth left the breakfast room with Sir Walter close behind his eldest daughter.

By the time Charles Musgrove had reached the front steps, Anne was waiting for him. With six dogs nipping at his heels, he looked more like a master of the hounds than a member of the local gentry and certainly not someone in pursuit of a wife. However, if his purpose was to make an impression on the Elliots, he had succeeded.

After an exchange of greetings, Anne explained that Elizabeth had a headache.

“Sorry to hear it, but I’m sure she’ll be as fit as a fiddle by tomorrow,” Musgrove answered, giving no hint of disappointment at Elizabeth’s absence. “It seems to me that if Miss Elliot walked more, she would not have all the headaches she is always going on about. A little sunshine is a sure cure for her ailments.”

Anne, taken aback by his lack of concern, did not respond. Instead, she inquired after Mr. Musgrove’s sisters, both of whom were at school in Exeter, and his brother, who was serving in the Royal Navy. Whilst Henrietta and Louisa were faithful correspondents, Dick Musgrove was not, and his parents, who were in excellent health, were disappointed that they did not have more letters from their younger son.

“Well, Miss Anne, we have talked about all the Musgroves. Shall we concentrate on the Elliots now?”

“What is it you wish to know?” Anne asked, chuckling at his forthrightness.

“I wish to know about Miss Anne.”

Miss Anne? Why does he want to know about me? “I am as you see, sir, as fit as a fiddle, as you say.”

“And a fine fiddle it is.”

At that moment, Anne was glad that she had chosen a bonnet with a wide brim so that Mr. Musgrove might not see her face. If he could, he would have noted a look of concern.

“It appears that we have wandered too far from the house,” Anne said, looking longingly over her shoulder at Kellynch Hall.

“Yes, Miss Anne. I have purposely steered you in the direction of Uppercross, an estate I am to inherit. In my opinion, we are moving in the right direction.”

“Mr. Musgrove…”

“Please call me Charles.”

For the first time since they had begun walking, Anne looked into the face of Charles Musgrove, and what she saw alarmed her. In his eyes, she recognized the look of a lover and realized that he had not come to Kellynch to court Elizabeth. He had come to woo her.

“I am very sorry, Mr. Musgrove, but it would be inappropriate for me to address you by your Christian name.”

“It would not be inappropriate if we were engaged to be married, now would it?”

Before he could continue, Anne held up her hand. Charles Musgrove was a decent, kind man, who, excluding the Elliots, enjoyed elevated status within the neighborhood, and she knew that he would make someone a very good husband. But that someone would not be her. Her heart belonged to another, and so it would remain.

“Ah, I see how it is,” Musgrove answered with sadness in his voice. “It is that other fellow, isn’t it? I heard about him.”

Anne felt a lump in her throat, the size of an egg, forming. How could Charles Musgrove possibly know of her love for Commander Wentworth?

“Word has it that the baronet’s heir was intended for Miss Elizabeth Elliot, but I see he managed to steal your heart as well. Is there to be an announcement?”

Anne took a deep breath. Charles Musgrove was referring, not to Commander Wentworth, but to her cousin, William Elliot, her father’s estranged heir.

“I hope Mr Elliot did not injure you, Miss Anne.”

Anne answered with a shake of her head.

Musgrove’s advice was that she needed to get past the hurt William Elliot had caused her. Nothing would be gained by throwing her life away just because the man had chosen to marry a woman with a healthy dowry.

“It is my opinion that if you fall off a horse,” Musgrove continued, “you had best get back on it straight away. If you don’t, the horse might get away from you, and you may never see another.”

Despite the clumsiness of the metaphor, Anne smiled, but before she could make a declaration of her intention never to marry, Mr. Musgrove, a jovial sort not given to dwelling on unhappy thoughts, had changed the subject. Of what he spoke, Anne could not recall.

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    • Deborah on June 17, 2014 at 5:11 am
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    Nicely done. Uggghhh! Elizabeth & Sir Walter are so shallow. Charles Musgrove is as amiable as Charles Bingley. He seems very puppydogish…always happy no matter what. I mean he takes Anne’s rejection without the bat of an eye and acts as though it matters not. Apparently, none of what happened with Captain Wentworth is common knowledge. Interesting that he thought she was brokenhearted over her cousin…makes the future interest in Anne in Bath even more plausible.

    I enjoyed this chapter. I sort of felt disconnected when Charles proposed, kind of the way Anne seems to have a disconnect from life around her to protect what is left of her heart. Thank you so much for this piece. It is so fitting.

      • Mary Simonsen on June 18, 2014 at 7:22 pm
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      Thanks, Deborah. I always look forward to your comments. They are so insightful.

  1. I agree about the “puppy-like” quality Charles seems to have. Based on that, what a great way to have him arrive – in a cloud of hounds. Charles isn’t a bad guy and I suspect if he’d married someone other than Mary he might have been much happier. Poor Charles!

  2. I agree- I always liked Charles and I feel bad that he got stuck with Mary, however that came about.

    • Kara Louise on June 17, 2014 at 2:14 pm
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    Charles is a good man, and Anne considers him a friend, but as she has experienced deep, passionate love and affection, how can she settle for less? Good chapter, Mary!

    • junewilliams7 on June 17, 2014 at 9:09 pm
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    Poor Charles! He truly doesn’t deserve the wife he ended up with, and I am sorry he settled. Hmm, what if Anne had heard that Wentworth had married….

    Thank you for the post, Mary! I hope you are having a splendid summer with your grandkids!

      • Mary Simonsen on June 18, 2014 at 7:24 pm
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      Hi, June. After having driven 7,000 miles, I am back in Phoenix with my granddaughter in tow. My grandson would never leave his mother, so I’ll have to wait a few years before I can have them both. It does give my daughter a break.

  3. A tough act to follow, but I will have to since I’m up next. Nice job, Mary.

    • Carol Settlage on June 18, 2014 at 9:17 am
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    Thank you for this delightful chapter… Charles is a “salt of the earth” type, isn’t he! It helps explain their unembarrassed relationship we see in the novel. I also loved how you used the morning discussion of the news to illustrate Elizabeth and her father’s characters. And Anne’s more enlightened and serious consideration of the event.

      • Mary Simonsen on June 18, 2014 at 7:25 pm
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      Thanks, Carol. I love inserting a bit of history into a story. I appreciate your comments.

    • Kathy on June 18, 2014 at 1:21 pm
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    Boy, Charles Musgrove certainly wasn’t doing the “wooing” thing very well if no one could tell if he was interested in Elizabeth or Anne! (Not even the ladies themselves!) He seems pleasant and and at least seems to care what happens to the Elliots, but it’s notable that he is not so disappointed after Anne turns him down. So I guess we don’t have to feel bad for him, being rejected by Anne, as he doesn’t seem like a heartbroken suitor, just looking to get married because he ought to.

      • Mary Simonsen on June 18, 2014 at 7:31 pm
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      I think a lot of men got married or the most obvious of reasons and to have heirs. Anne was agreeable and probably wouldn’t mind that Charles would spend most of his time shooting. The distance would make courting easy. I think Charles likes easy. Thanks for commenting.

    • Jane Odiwe on June 18, 2014 at 3:37 pm
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    I really enjoyed this chapter, Mary-I think you’ve ‘nailed’ Charles’s character and loved Anne’s responses!

    • Stephanie Carrico on June 18, 2014 at 8:03 pm
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    What struck me most is the lack of emotion in both parties, Anne is more embarrassed than touched and Charles is just okay with her rejection, a huge difference between Wentworths feelings. Would love to read Charles proposal to Mary…poor man.. seems a decent sort, sorry he settles for Mary, if only there had been a Hayter cousin for him to marry.

  4. This was really great, Mary. It feels as though you are enjoying writing Elizabeth and Sir Walter in all their arrogant glory!

    Love the way you portray Charles Musgrove, and loved the misunderstandings such as Anne believing he was courting Elizabeth not her and her automatic thought he must be referring to Captain Wentworth.

    • Sheila L. M. on June 19, 2014 at 7:36 pm
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    I did like the way you portrayed Sir Walter’s and Elizabeth’s interest in the newspaper – right on! No one seems to have a clue Charles is courting Anne – that’s sad. I see Charles as a very traditional male – he has his role and a wife is to have her role and never the twain should overlap…except in conceiving children. LOL Anne was perfect from his POV: she knew how to manage money and the household plus didn’t demand new clothes above the basic needs, etc. nor society’s activities. His family knows that and respects her even tho’ she turned him down. Of course, they blame Lady Russell later in the book for that event. Charles is not bookish enough for her. But Charles takes it in good grace and his relationship with Anne does not change, it seems. Thank you for this chapter.

  5. The scene is good, Mary. I thought Anne is the smart girl in her family but I guess to err is human when she wrongly discern Charles’s intention.

    • Carole in Canada on June 24, 2014 at 5:21 pm
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    Nothing worse than having no one to confide in and then to have to listen to the drivel that Sir Walter and Elizabeth talk about. Poor Anne so wrapped up in her thoughts of Wentworth that she is oblivious to Charles’ attempts to ‘woo’ her! But even Charles is oblivious to where Anne’s heart really lays. He is such a down to earth fellow but just a touch to absorbed in his hunting. Curious how he did end up with Mary…
    Thank you for another great chapter!

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