Augusta couldn’t help herself from chiming in. “Elinor isn’t indifferent,” she argued. “She’s trapped in a no-win situation. What is she supposed to do? Cry herself sick like Marianne?” Before Harold could answer, Augusta continued, her voice rising both in pitch and volume. “Elinor doesn’t have that luxury. The only man she ever loved is going to marry someone else, and she has to live with that heartache. She has no choice but to suffer in silence to protect everyone else around her. How can you call that indifferent?”
