“You forget,” said Elinor gently, “that its situation is not...that it is not in the neighbourhood of...”

“But it is in Somersetshire. — I cannot go into Somersetshire. — There, where I looked forward to going...

No, Elinor, you cannot expect me to go there.”

Elinor would not argue upon the propriety of overcoming such feelings; — she only endeavoured to counteract them by working on others; — represented it, therefore, as a measure which would fix the time of her returning to that dear mother, whom she so much wished to see, in a more eligible, more comfortable manner, than any other plan could do, and perhaps without any greater delay. From Cleveland, which was within a few miles of Bristol,