Admiral Croft’s manners were not quite of the tone to suit Lady Russell, but they delighted Anne.  His goodness of heart and simplicity of character were irresistible.

“Now, this must be very bad for you,” said he, suddenly rousing from a little reverie, “to be coming and finding us here.  I had not recollected it before, I declare, but it must be very bad.  But now, do not stand upon ceremony.  Get up and go over all the rooms in the house if you like it.”

“Another time, Sir, I thank you, not now.”

“Well, whenever it suits you.  You can slip in from the shrubbery at any time; and there you will find we keep our umbrellas hanging up by that door.  A good place is not it?  But,” (checking himself), “you will not think it a good place, for yours were always kept in the butler’s room.  Ay, so it always is, I believe.  One man’s ways may be as good as another’s, but we all like our own best.  And so you must judge for yourself, whether it would be better for you to go about the house or not.”

Anne, finding she might decline it, did so, very gratefully.

“We have made very few changes either,” continued the Admiral, after thinking a moment.  “Very few.  We told you about the laundry-door, at Uppercross.  That has been a very great improvement.  The wonder was, how any family upon earth could bear with the inconvenience of its opening as it did, so long!  You will tell Sir Walter what we have done, and that Mr Shepherd thinks it the greatest improvement the house ever had.  Indeed, I must do ourselves the justice to say, that the few alterations we have made have been all very much for the better.  My wife should have the credit of them, however.  I have done very little besides sending away some of the large looking-glasses from my dressing-room, which was your father’s.  A very good man, and very much the gentleman I am sure:  but I should think, Miss Elliot,” (looking with serious reflection), “I should think he must be rather a dressy man for his time of life.  Such a number of looking-glasses! oh Lord! there was no getting away from one’s self.  So I got Sophy to lend me a hand, and we soon shifted their quarters; and now I am quite snug, with my little shaving glass in one corner, and another great thing that I never go near.”

Anne, amused in spite of herself, was rather distressed for an answer, and the Admiral, fearing he might not have been civil enough, took up the subject again, to say—­

“The next time you write to your good father, Miss Elliot, pray give him my compliments and Mrs Croft’s, and say that we are settled here quite to our liking, and have no fault at all to find with the place.  The breakfast-room chimney smokes a little, I grant you, but it is only when the wind is due north and blows hard, which may not happen three times a winter.  And take it altogether, now that we have been into most of the houses hereabouts and can judge, there is not one that we like better than this.  Pray say so, with my compliments.  He will be glad to hear it.”