Mary Crawford: — If Tom is not able to recover, Edmund will be the heir. Wealth and consequence could fall into hands no more deserving. I understand you think I should not say such things. But one must prepare oneself for every eventuality. It is the mark of an evolved individual. I advise that you, Sir Thomas, do not injure your cause by interference. Let things take their course. That may be a difficult thing, but although Tom, bless his heart, may not be strong enough for this world, the rest of us must be. I speak merely of what must be done, not what I feel.
Fanny Price: — You may wish to reconsider your eagerness for Tom's death.
Mary Crawford: — You may wish to reconsider your thinly-veiled anger towards me! If you'd accepted my brother, you'd be now on the point of marriage, and Henry would not be on terms with Mrs. Rushworth. It would have ended in a regular flirtation in meetings at Sotherton and Everingham. It could all be construed as your fault.
Edmund Bertram: — Your startling adaptability to my brother's possible demise sends a chill through my heart. A chill... You're cheerfully planning parties with his money! You shush my father like a dog at your table. You attack Fanny for following her own infallible guide on matters of the heart. All this has grievously convinced me that the person I've so dwelt on has been a creature of my own imagination! Not you, Miss Crawford... You are a stranger to me. I do not know you, and I'm sorry to say, I have no wish to.