Nothing new or particularly well written here. Just a little look into what might have been on Frederick's mind at various points in the novel. Thanks for reading!
Frederick read Sophia's letter once more before letting the pages slip from his fingers onto the table before him.
Kellynch Hall.
Sophia and the Admiral were going to be moving into the Kellynch Hall! He was loath to admit that his heart had nearly ceased to beat when he'd read those words, a strange tempest of emotions at the remembrance of that place and all that had passed there momentarily arresting him. But it was quick to compensate by beating twice as quickly when he'd seen the name of Elliot on the page a few lines down.
Sir Walter Elliot, retrenching? Sir Walter Elliot, the baronet! The same Sir Walter Elliot who had once deemed Frederick's lowly status and lack of fortune as impediments to joining the Elliot family, was now forced to let his beloved home to Frederick's own sister! Oh this was justice indeed. One might even say providential!
Frederick did not consider himself a petty man, but he allowed himself a moment to savor with satisfaction the misfortunes of one, such as Sir Elliot, who had played no small role in destroying Frederick's earliest and sweetest chance at happiness so many years ago. He grinned to himself imaging Sophia and the Admiral making their home at Kellynch. How it must pain Sir Walter to submit to it! To give up the luxuries and comforts of Kellynch and see himself usurped by another, a man of the Navy no less.
His grin broke into a full smile when he considered how this development must be impacting Sir Walters's eldest daughter, Miss Elizabeth Elliot, and the close friend and confident of the family, Lady Russell. Ah yes, he imagined this news must be deeply felt by the two women, most deeply perhaps by the latter though it did not immediately concern her. Lady Russell, he knew to be greatly invested in the fortunes of the Elliots of Kellynch Hall. He knew first hand what Lady Russell deemed suitable for that old and noble family and took no small pleasure in delighting in how their sunken prospects must be distressing her.
Unbidden but perhaps not surprisingly, his mind turned to Sir Elliot's middle daughter, Anne, and his pure pleasure in the misfortunes of the family soured slightly. It was not that Anne did not deserve the disgrace and distress of the retrenchment as much as any of them. Nay, she deserved it more! She, whose intelligence and natural gentleness should have led her to care little for the trappings of title and wealth, had revealed her true nature: weak and deferring, when she had given him up, them up, to appease the vanity of the father and the arrogance of the Godmother. While arrogance and ignorance had caused him, very early in their acquaintance, to lose regard for the Elliot family, it was inconstancy and cowardice that had caused him to lose regard for Anne.
And he had lost his regard for her. What did he care for Miss Anne Elliot, recently of Kellynch Hall? Perhaps he should have thanked Sir Elliot and Lady Russell for their interference. For if they had not interfered he most certainly would have found himself bound for life to a weak and feckless wife and what man of honor could call that happiness?
Picking up Sophia's letter once more, he considered it before coming to a decision. He would accept his sister's offer to visit her and the Admiral in their new home in Somersetshire. He would laugh with them as he and the Admiral rested their boots, scuffed and muddy from a life at sea, upon Sir Walter's furnishings, he would dance with every eligible young woman in the neighborhood, and he would think no more of the past and no more of Anne Elliot.