Colonel Brandon's Widow and Willoughby
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Mrs Brandon, the former Marianne Dashwood, is now a widow, and not yet twenty-five.
Her former admirer Willoughby is as unhappily married as ever, and the thought that she is free to marry again drives him to distraction. He has continued in his dissolute lifestyle, which Marianne abhors, while his wife Sophia's life has been poisoned by jealousy of Marianne.
Marianne urges him that the only possibility of happiness for Willoughby and his wife is for him to give up his empty pursuit of pleasure - but now the Colonel is gone, Marianne finds that she can no longer push aside thoughts of Willoughby easily herself; she must find some way of occupying her own empty hours.
Willoughby retains his rascally charm, which an older and wiser Marianne is determined to resist; Elinor and Edward are as astute as ever, while Sir John and Lady Middleton are as foolish. Mrs Jennings remains determined to marry off all her associates as before, while Sophia Willoughby is even more sour as the wife of the man she wanted, and Willoughby's friends are suitably cynical rakes.
This sequel to Jane Austen's 'Sense and Sensibility' strives to emulate some of the light ironic touch of the inimitable style of Jane Austen; it is both funny and sad, and is told as dark comedy.
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Colonel Brandon's Widow and Willoughby - Marianna Green
Colonel Brandon’s Widow
And Willoughby
By
Marianna Green
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © Marianna Green 2015
All Rights Reserved.
To Harriet Lark
With many thanks for her invaluable help
Chapter One
Did you know, Mrs Brandon, that Mr Willoughby and his wife were back in Town, but left early, and for separate locations? They had everyone talking of their indecorous behaviour again. They say that she slapped him across the face in their curricle.
Miss Steele giggled.
Colonel Brandon’s widow received this piece of information, as she had all the other gossip from Town, with indifference, but her sister Elinor turned in indignation. Contrary to the common – and erroneous – view of the compensations of aging, an increase in years had not brought Miss Steele any advance in sense. This remark was probably made through tactlessness rather than the malice that would have inspired it from her sister. Still, it was in poor taste.
There is no need to repeat such things, Miss Steele,
Elinor kept her tone mild.
Marianne murmured something, and continued to stare out of the window at the view of the lush park of Delaford, which sloped down to the ha-ha that divided it from the meadows where cattle lay down in the heat of the day.
She was aware that Elinor was concerned about her being unable to throw off her melancholy. Her sister believed now – as heretofore – that one had a social duty to hide personal feelings behind an air of composure. She understood how Colonel Brandon’s death from a sudden illness at the age of forty-one was a loss which his wife of four years must feel profoundly; still, Marianne knew that for Elinor, her mourning had in it something excessive.
Marianne had always been eager in all emotions, quick alike in approval and disgust, joy and sorrow. In recent years, and especially since her marriage to the Colonel, she had tried to control this; nevertheless, it remained a submerged but strong part of her nature. Her happiness with Colonel Brandon had perhaps only been exceeded by her former anguish at Willoughby’s betrayal of her to marry an heiress.
Now, on Elinor’s rebuke, Miss Steele laughed again. Oh, Lud, I am forever saying the wrong thing, Mrs Ferrers. As it has been a year now since the poor dear Colonel’s passing, I sought to distract Mrs Brandon with some news from Town.
It was eleven months last Friday,
Marianne said flatly. She knew she should not have spoken, but resented anyone being vague about the length of time since the Colonel’s death.
Miss Steele, apparently not hearing, went on with a laugh, They say that Mrs Willoughby often takes too much wine; has become quite the toper indeed. ‘'Tis too true her face shows it.
Really, Miss Steele –
Elinor interposed once more:
Do not blame me for starting the rumour. I had it from our friend Widow Jennings, who is ever in the know. They say that Mrs Willoughby drinks because he neglects her shamelessly, and that makes him even colder to her, especially as it so ruins her complexion, which was always sallow. Well, all know that he takes too much himself, but it doesn’t show on him. Widow Jennings did say that when they were last over at Allenham, poor Mrs Willoughby was hardly fit to be seen in the morning… But no more of that, you frown so on me – though sister Lucy says it is Mrs Willoughby’s own fault for not knowing how to handle him.
Elinor cut in, How is Lucy? I recollect you have seen her since last she visited us.
Miss Steeele was happy enough to turn the conversation to her younger sister.
As Elinor said, Indeed?
and "How charming!’ about the new barouche, while Marianne stared unheeding out of the window, it was like the days of their girlhood, when Elinor had always been the one to practice the social graces.
Marianne knew that Elinor had turned the conversation out of disgust at its vulgarity, not through fear that talk of Willoughby and his wife might distress her. It had been many years since Marianne’s feelings had been hurt by hearing of the Willoughby’s.
In the early days of her marriage to Colonel Brandon, Marianne had been uneasy at the mention of his name. But then, as she had come to love Brandon in a way that she would have found incredible a couple of years before, thoughts of Willoughby ceased to be painful to her, save that she was sorry to hear that he had drifted into debauchery.
Before their marriage, Marianne had forgiven Colonel Brandon for being in his late thirties, no brilliant conversationalist, and for not playing and singing. She had even overlooked his wearing a flannel waistcoat on a damp, raw day – a huge concession.
Afterwards, she had come to treasure his excellence of mind and temper, and this had led to her seeing in him an allure which she would once have believed impossible. Yet, she had not loved him with the infatuated and guileless passion with which she had doted on the handsome, dashing and finally unprincipled Willoughby.
Now, for the first time in years, she found herself brooding about Willoughby. Wishing to turn her thoughts, she broke into Miss Steele’s raptures about the barouche to exclaim, It is so oppressively warm today! I wonder if we might take a stroll in the garden under the cover of our parasols.
It is so warm for the time of year, you must be monstrous hot in that black bombazine,
said Miss Steele. Even with a parasol, we risk giving ourselves freckles. Well, I always say I am past the time of life when the state of my complexion need concern me. ‘La,’ I say to my cousins, ‘If a certain gentleman who shall remain nameless did mistake me for the younger sister, it is all one to me at my age; I am past the time of life for beaux.’
The Marianne of seven years ago would have ignored this plea for a compliment; this, not – as now – because she was too distracted to react to it, but because would have she thought it unworthy of notice. The Marianne of later years would have said kindly, as Elinor now did: That is a compliment, your sister looking so youthful.
Elinor and Marianne both acknowledged that the former Lucy Steele had kept her youthful appearance; both put this down to her having no conscience, – a far better way of preserving a youthful complexion than Ninon de L’enclos.
Miss Steele glowed. That is what my cousins say. Well, I don’t think I will join you in a walk, if Mrs Brandon will excuse me. Heyday, I am all admiration of your grounds, but I will go back to the parsonage to rest before dinner. It is never dull at your house, with the children so full of spirits; it puts me in mind of Lady Middleton’s darlings, when Lucy and I was used to stay with them.
Elinor was shocked. I hope not! Should they ever behave so, I beg you to tell Mr Ferrars or myself, and we will see to their correction at once.
Out in the pleasure gardens, the two sisters walked slowly towards the herb garden which had always been Marianne’s favourite spot. Elinor, glancing at Marianne’s face, so engaging even when sad and pale, said, I’m sorry for my guest’s thoughtless chatter; it must be trying to you. But I felt, as she was eager to call in on us, and could break her journey on the way, it was only fair to invite her to stay some couple of days. She is after all, a connection of ours.
It doesn’t trouble me at all, truly…But Elinor, the workings of providence are sometimes so sad! I have lost my Colonel, and while I came to value him as he deserved, I remember how little I did at the first, when I wasted so many months pining over Willoughby. – And poor Mrs Willoughby! I can’t avoid hearing how things are between them. Everybody must, it is so talked about.
Elinor shook her head. "She is greatly to be pitied: – as much for the misguided wilfulness that led her to fix on a man who could not return her feelings, as for his treatment of her and her own abandonment of self respect in creating such scenes. It is sad that with so many superior qualities, he should make a choice that has brought out the worst in him.
‘But then, self-restraint was never a characteristic of his, any more than resignation to his indifference seems to have been one of hers. Therefore, I am sorry to say that they are entirely suited as a source of torment to each other."
Marianne bit her lip. It is difficult at times to reconcile what we see in life with a benign providence, and that is setting aside that we come from the part of society where our sorrows are at least not through want…I hope I don’t shock you, Elinor; even the Colonel – orthodoxy itself on religious matters – said such things now and then.
Elinor took her hand. Edward always says that we must trust to such questions being beyond human understanding, my dear, and strain our finite minds no further.
Marianne knew that her tendency to brood on such matters was encouraged by her marriage with Colonel Brandon having proved childless, unlike that of Edward and Elinor’s, who had an addition to