VOLUME III
6. CHAPTER VI
 (continued)
"I am glad I have done being in love with him.  I should not like a
 man who is so soon discomposed by a hot morning.  Harriet's sweet
 easy temper will not mind it." 
He was gone long enough to have had a very comfortable meal, and came
 back all the better--grown quite cool--and, with good manners,
 like himself--able to draw a chair close to them, take an interest
 in their employment; and regret, in a reasonable way, that he
 should be so late.  He was not in his best spirits, but seemed
 trying to improve them; and, at last, made himself talk nonsense
 very agreeably.  They were looking over views in Swisserland. 
"As soon as my aunt gets well, I shall go abroad," said he.
 "I shall never be easy till I have seen some of these places.
 You will have my sketches, some time or other, to look at--or my tour
 to read--or my poem.  I shall do something to expose myself." 
"That may be--but not by sketches in Swisserland.  You will
 never go to Swisserland.  Your uncle and aunt will never allow
 you to leave England." 
"They may be induced to go too.  A warm climate may be prescribed
 for her.  I have more than half an expectation of our all going abroad.
 I assure you I have.  I feel a strong persuasion, this morning,
 that I shall soon be abroad.  I ought to travel.  I am tired
 of doing nothing.  I want a change.  I am serious, Miss Woodhouse,
 whatever your penetrating eyes may fancy--I am sick of England--
 and would leave it to-morrow, if I could." 
"You are sick of prosperity and indulgence.  Cannot you invent
 a few hardships for yourself, and be contented to stay?" 
"I sick of prosperity and indulgence!  You are quite mistaken.
 I do not look upon myself as either prosperous or indulged.  I am
 thwarted in every thing material.  I do not consider myself at all
 a fortunate person." 
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