Amanda Grange: Captain Wentworth's Diary

‘Would you mind?’ I asked her.

‘I would not like to see her as the next Lady Elliot, but then, I doubt if I will have to, for we will have moved out of the neighbourhood by then.’

‘As to that, I have heard of a promising property. Would you like to see it?’

She expressed her delight at the idea, and after I had left her at Camden Place I made the arrangements.

We have found our estate. It is exactly as we imagined it, a Queen Anne house set amidst verdant countryside with a long stretch of coastline, and three sandy bays. We were both delighted with it and I closed with the agent at once.

We returned to dinner with the Musgroves, where we found that our news met with a mixed reception. The Harvilles were delighted; Henrietta and Louisa asked if this meant we would be married before them; and Mary looked ill-used.

‘You are wondering why Mary is so put out,’ said Henrietta to me after dinner. ‘It is not really surprising. She liked you well enough to begin with because you were rich enough to do her credit, but not wealthy enough so that Anne would eclipse her. She had Uppercross Hall before her, a substantial property that Charles would inherit in due course, whereas Anne had no such property to look forward to, therefore Mary could consider herself superior. You have now taken that source of gratification away from her by your purchase of an estate. However, as long as you are not made a baronet, I think she will rally.’

Sure enough, Mary soon regained her spirits.

‘You can set a date for the wedding, now,’ said Benjamin.

‘Make it an early wedding. We will be marrying in May,’ said Henrietta.

‘And so will we,’ said Louisa. ‘Why do we not all three marry in May?’

‘I have a fancy to marry in June,’ said Anne.

I was pleased, for although I liked the Musgrove girls, I did not want to share my wedding day with them.

‘That is a good plan,’ I said. ‘I have a suggestion to make. I think we should marry on the ninth.’

Anne flushed, for that was the date when we first met.

‘It seems to suit the lady,’ said Benjamin with a smile.

‘Then it is settled?’ I asked, looking at Anne.

‘It is,’ she agreed.

Today, Anne and I were married. As I saw her walking down the aisle on her father’s arm, I no longer thought of the years we had wasted, but the years we had to come. She was attended by her sisters, and the church was full of the Elliot tenants, who had come to see her married. Lady Russell was there, and Mrs Smith, too. Edward and Eleanor were sitting beside Sophia and Benjamin. Harville was there, and the Musgroves, all come to wish us well.

After the ceremony, we returned to Kellynch Hall for the wedding breakfast.

‘Have you seen?’ asked Mary, as we emerged from the dining-room. ‘Papa has been writing in the Baronetage. ’

Anne took up the book, and there it was, the news of our marriage, written in Sir Walter’s hand, after the date of Anne’s birth.

It was something I had never expected to see, but, under Lady Dalrymple’s influence, Sir Walter had come to value a captain, or, at least, to realize that others valued him, and for Sir Walter, that was enough.

But was it enough for me?

As we went out to the carriage, I found myself thinking of the future.

‘What are you thinking about?’ Anne asked me.

‘I am thinking that I am still young, and that there is time for me to go further in the world. How do you like the sound of Sir Frederick and Lady Wentworth?’

‘I am content to be Mrs Wentworth, but since you achieve everything you set your mind to, I believe I must accustom myself to being Lady Wentworth before very long.’

‘You believe in me!’ I said, touched to the depths of my being.

‘I always have done,’ she said.

‘Then I have nothing left to wish for.’

‘Except a knighthood,’ she teased me.

‘A knighthood to begin with, and then, who knows?’

I handed her into the carriage and we set out for the future.