 Volume 2 Chapter 17 of Emma. When the ladies returned to the drawing-room after dinner, Emma found it hardly possible to prevent their making two distinct parties, with so much perseverance in judging and behaving ill did Mrs. Elton engross Jane Fairfax and slight herself. She and Mrs. Weston were obliged to be almost always either talking together or silent together. Mrs. Elton left them no choice. If Jane repressed her for a little time, she soon began again. Then though much that passed between them was in a half whisper, especially on Mrs. Elton's side, there was no avoiding a knowledge of their principal subjects. The post-office, catching cold, fetching letters, and friendship were long under discussion, and to them succeeded one, which must be at least equally unpleasant to Jane, inquiries whether she had yet heard of any situation likely to suit her, and professions of Mrs. Elton's meditated activity. Here is April come, said she, I get quite anxious about you, June will soon be here. But I have never fixed on June, or any other month, merely looked forward to the summer in general. But have you really heard of nothing? I have not even made any inquiry. I do not wish to make any yet. Oh, my dear! We cannot begin too early. You are not aware of the difficulty of procuring exactly the desirable thing. I not aware," said Jane, shaking her head. Dear Mrs. Elton, who can have thought of it as I have done? But you have not seen so much of the world as I have. You do not know how many candidates there always are for the first situations. I saw a vast deal of that in the neighbourhood round Maple Grove. A cousin of Mr. Suckling, Mrs. Bragg, had such an infinity of applications. Everybody was anxious to be in her family, for she moves in the first circle—wax, candles in the schoolroom. You may imagine how desirable. Of all houses in the kingdom, Mrs. Braggs is the one I would most wish to see you in." Colonel and Mrs. Campbell are to be in town again by mid-summer," said Jane. I must spend some time with them. I am sure they will want it. Afterwards I may probably be glad to dispose of myself, but I would not wish you to take the trouble of making any inquiries at present. Trouble! Hi! I know your scruples. You are afraid of giving me trouble, but I assure you, my dear Jane, the Campbells can hardly be more interested about you than I am. I shall write to Mrs. Partridge in a day or two, and shall give her strict charge to be on the lookout for anything eligible. Thank you! But I would rather you did not mention the subject to her, till the time draws nearer. I do not wish to be giving anybody trouble. But, my dear child, the time is drawing near. Here is April and June, or say even July is very near with such business to accomplish before us. Your inexperience really amuses me. Our situation, such as you deserve, and your friends will require for you, is no everyday occurrence, is not attained at a moment's notice. Indeed! Indeed we must begin inquiring directly. Excuse me, ma'am, but this is by no means my intention. I make no inquiry myself, and should be sorry to have any made by my friends. When I am quite determined as to the time, I am not at all afraid of being long unemployed. There are places in town—officers—where inquiry would soon produce something—officers for the sale, not quite of human flesh, but of human intellect. Oh, my dear! Human flesh! You quite shock me! If you mean a fling at the slave trade, I assure you Mr. Suckling was always rather a friend to the abolition. I did not mean—I was not thinking of the slave trade, replied Jane. This trade, I assure you, is all that I had in view—widely different, certainly, as to the guilt of those who carry it on—but as to the greater misery of the victims, I do not know where it lies. But I only mean to say that there are advertising offices, and that by applying to them I should have no doubt of very soon meeting with something that would do. Something that would do!—repeated Mrs. Elton. I, that may suit your humble ideas of yourself, I know what a modest creature you are, but it will not satisfy your friends to have you taking up with anything that may offer any inferior commonplace situation in a family not moving in a certain circle or able to command the elegancies of life. You are very obliging, but as to all that, I am very indifferent. It would be no object to me to be with the rich. My mortifications, I think, would only be the greater. I should suffer more from comparison. A gentleman's family is all that I should condition for. I know you, I know you, you would take up with anything, but I shall be a little more nice, and I am sure that the good Campbells would be quite on my side. With your superior talents, you have a right to move in the first circle. Your musical knowledge alone would entitle you to name your own terms. Have as many rooms as you like, and mix in the family quite as much as you choose. That is, I do not know. If you knew the harp, you might do all that, I am very sure. But you sing as well as you play. Yes, I really believe you might, even without the harp, stipulate for what you chose, and you must and shall be delightfully, honourably, and comfortably settled, before the Campbells or I have any rest. You may well class the delight, the honour, and the comfort of such a situation together," said Jane. They are pretty sure to be equal. However, I am very serious in not wishing anything to be attempted at present for me. I am exceedingly obliged to you, Mrs. Elton. I am obliged to anybody who feels for me. But I am quite serious in wishing nothing to be done till the summer. For two or three months longer I shall remain where I am, and as I am. And I am quite serious too, I assure you," replied Mrs. Elton gaily, in resolving always to be on the watch, and employing my friends to watch also, that nothing really unexceptionable may pass us. In this style she ran on, never thoroughly stopped by anything till Mr. Woodhouse came into the room. Her vanity had then a change of object, and Emma heard her saying in the same half-whisper to Jane, Here comes this dear old bow of mine, I protest. Only think of his gallantry in coming away before the other men. What a dear creature he is! I assure you I like him excessively. I admire all that quaint old-fashioned politeness. It is much more to my taste than modern ease. Modern ease often disgusts me. But this good old Mr. Woodhouse, I wish you had heard his gallant speeches to me at dinner. Oh, I assure you, I began to think my caro sposo would be absolutely jealous. I fancy I am rather a favourite. He took notice of my gown. How do you like it? Salina's choice. Handsome, I think, but I do not know whether it is not over-trimmed. I have the greatest dislike to the idea of being over-trimmed. Quite a horror of finery. I must put on a few ornaments now, because it is expected of me. A bride, you know, must appear like a bride. But my natural taste is all for simplicity. A simple style of dress is so infinitely preferable to finery. But I am quite in the minority, I believe. Few people seem to value simplicity of dress, show, and finery are everything. I have some notion of putting such a trimming as this to my white and silver poplin. Do you think it will look well? The whole party were but just reassembled in the drawing-room, when Mr. Weston made his appearance among them. He had returned to a late dinner and walked to Hartfield as soon as it was over. He had been too much expected by the best judges for surprise, but there was great joy. Mr. Woodhouse was almost as glad to see him now as he would have been sorry to see him before. John Knightley only was in mute astonishment. That a man who might have spent his evening quietly at home after a day of business in London should set off again and walk half a mile to another man's house, for the sake of being in mixed company till bedtime, of finishing his day in the efforts of civility and the noise of numbers was a circumstance to strike him deeply. A man who had been in motion since eight o'clock in the morning, and might now have been still, who had been long talking and might have been silent, who had been in more than one crowd and might have been alone, such a man to quit the tranquillity and independence of his own fireside, and on the evening of a cold, sleety April day rush out again into the world. Could he by a touch of his finger have instantly taken back his wife? There would have been a motive, but his coming would probably prolong rather than break up the party. John Knightley looked at him with amazement, then shrugged his shoulders and said, I could not have believed it even of him. Mr. Weston, meanwhile, perfectly unsuspicious of the indignation he was exciting, happy and cheerful as usual, and with all the right of being principal talker, which a day spent anywhere from home confers, was making himself agreeable among the rest, and having satisfied the inquiries of his wife as to his dinner, convincing her that none of all her careful directions as to the servants had been forgotten, and spread abroad what public news he had heard, was proceeding to a family communication, which, though principally addressed to Mrs. Weston, he had not the smallest doubt of being highly interesting to everybody in the room. He gave her a letter. It was from Frank, and to herself. He had met with it in his way, and had taken the liberty of opening it. Read it, read it! said he. It will give you pleasure. Only a few lines will not take you long. Read it to Emma." The two ladies looked over it together, and he sat smiling and talking to them the whole time, in a voice a little subdued, but very audible to everybody. Well, he is coming, you see. Good news, I think. Well, what do you say to it? I always told you he would be here again soon, did I not? And my dear, did I not always tell you so, and you would not believe me? In town next week, you see, at the latest, I dare say, for she is as impatient as the black gentleman with any things to be done, most likely they will be there to-morrow or Saturday. As to her illness, all nothing, of course. But it is an excellent thing to have Frank among us again, so near his town. They will stay a good while when they do come, and he will be half his time with us. This is precisely what I wanted. Well, pretty good news, is it not? Have you finished it? Has Emma read it all? Put it up, put it up, we will have a good talk about it some other time, but it will not do now. I shall only just mention the circumstance to the others in a common way." Mrs. Weston was most comfortably pleased on the occasion. Her looks and words had nothing to restrain them. She was happy. She knew she was happy, and knew she ought to be happy. Her congratulations were warm and open, but Emma could not speak so fluently. She was a little occupied in weighing her own feelings, and trying to understand the degree of her agitation, which she rather thought was considerable. Mr. Weston, however, too eager to be very observant, too communicative to want others to talk, was very well satisfied with what she did say, and soon moved away to make the rest of his friends happy by a partial communication of what the whole room must have overheard already. It was well that he took everybody's joy for granted, or he might not have thought either Mr. Woodhouse or Mr. Knightley particularly delighted. They were the first entitled, after Mrs. Weston and Emma, to be made happy. From them he would have proceeded to miss Fairfax, but she was so deep in conversation with John Knightley that it would have been too positive an interruption, and finding himself close to Mrs. Elton, and her attention disengaged, he necessarily began on the subject with her. CHAPTER XVIII. I hope I shall soon have the pleasure of introducing my son to you," said Mr. Weston. Mrs. Elton, very willing to suppose a particular compliment intended her by such a hope, smiled most graciously. "'You have heard of a certain Frank Churchill, I presume,' he continued, and know him to be my son, though he does not bear my name. "'Oh! Yes, and I shall be very happy in his acquaintance. I am sure Mr. Elton will lose no time in calling on him, and we shall both have great pleasure in seeing him at the vicarage. You are very obliging. Frank will be extremely happy, I am sure. He is to be in town next week, if not sooner. We have notice of it in a letter to-day. I met the letters in my way this morning, and seeing my son's hand, presumed to open it, though it was not directed to me, it was to Mrs. Weston. She is his principal correspondent, I assure you, I hardly ever get a letter. And so you absolutely opened what was directed to her. Oh! Mr. Weston!" laughing effectively. "'I must protest against that. A most dangerous precedent, indeed. I beg you will not let your neighbours follow your example. Upon my word, if this is what I am to expect, we married women must begin to exert ourselves. Oh! Mr. Weston, I could not have believed it of you. Aye, we men are sad fellows. You must take care of yourself, Mrs. Elton. This letter tells us—it is a short letter, written in a hurry, merely to give us notice—it tells us that they are all coming up to town directly on Mrs. Churchill's account. She has not been well the whole winter, and thinks Enscombe too cold for her, so they are to all move southward without loss of time. Indeed! From Yorkshire, I think, is Enscombe in Yorkshire? Yes, there are about one hundred and ninety miles from London, a considerable journey. Yes, upon my word, very considerable, sixty-five miles farther than from Maple Grove to London. But what is distance, Mr. Weston, to people of large fortune? You would be amazed to hear how my brother, Mr. Suckling, sometimes flies about. You will hardly believe me. But twice in one week he and Mr. Bragg went to London and back again with four horses. The evil of the distance from Enscombe, said Mr. Weston, is that Mrs. Churchill, as we understand, has not been able to leave the sofa for a week together. In Frank's last letter she complained, he said, of being too weak to get into her conservatory, without having both his arm and his uncle's. This, you know, speaks a great degree of weakness. But now, she is so impatient to be in town, that she means to sleep only two nights on the road. So Frank writes word. Certainly delicate ladies have very extraordinary constitutions, Mrs. Elton, you must grant me that. No, indeed. I shall grant you nothing. I always take the part of my own sex. I do indeed. I give you notice. You will find me a formidable antagonist on that point. I always stand up for women, and I assure you, if you knew how Selena feels with respect to sleeping at an inn, you would not wonder at Mrs. Churchill's making incredible exertions to avoid it. Selena says it is quite a horror to her. And I believe I have caught a little of her nicety. She always travels with her own sheets, an excellent precaution. Does Mrs. Churchill do the same? And a partner to Mrs. Churchill does everything that any other fine lady ever did. Mrs. Churchill will not be second to any lady in the land, for— Mrs. Elton eagerly interposed with— Oh, Mr. Weston, do not mistake me. Selena is no fine lady, I assure you, do not run away with such an idea. Is not she? Then she is no rule for Mrs. Churchill, who is as thorough a fine lady as anybody ever beheld. Mrs. Elton began to think she had been wrong in disclaiming so warmly. It was by no means her object to have it believed that her sister was not a fine lady. Perhaps there was want of spirit in the pretence of it, and she was considering in what way she had best retract when Mr. Weston went on. Mrs. Churchill is not much in my good graces, as you may suspect, but this is quite between ourselves. She is very fond of Frank, and therefore I would not speak ill of her. Besides she is out of health now, but that indeed by her own account she has always been. I would not say so to everybody, Mrs. Elton, but I have not but faith in Mrs. Churchill's illness. If she is really ill, why not go to Bath, Mr. Weston, to Bath, or to Clifton? She has taken it into her head that Enscombe is too cold for her. The fact is, I suppose, that she is tired of Enscombe. She has now been a longer time stationary there than she ever was before, and she begins to want change. It is a retired place—a fine place, but very retired. I, like Maple Grove, I daresay, nothing can stand more retired from the road than Maple Grove, such an immense plantation all round it. You seem shut out from everything, in the most complete retirement, and Mrs. Churchill probably has not health or spirits like Selena to enjoy that sort of seclusion, or perhaps she may not have resources enough in herself to be qualified for a country life. I always say a woman cannot have too many resources, and I feel very thankful that I have so many myself as to be quite independent of society. Frank was here in February for a fortnight. So I remember to have heard, he will find an addition to the society of Hybrouin he comes again—that is, if I may presume to call myself an addition—but perhaps he may never have heard of there being such a creature in the world. This was too loud a call for a compliment to be passed by, and Mr. Weston with a very good grace immediately exclaimed, My dear madam, nobody but yourself can imagine such a thing possible, not heard of you. I believe Mrs. Weston's letters lately have been full of very little else than Mrs. Elton. He had done his duty and could return to his son. When Frank left us—continued he—it was quite uncertain when we might see him again, which makes this day's news doubly welcome. It had been completely unexpected. That is, I always had a strong persuasion he would be here again soon, I was sure something favourable would turn up. But nobody believed me. He and Mrs. Weston were both dreadfully desponding. How could he contrive to come, and how could it be supposed that his uncle and aunt would spare him again, and so forth? I always felt that something would happen in our favour, and so it has, you see. I have observed Mrs. Elton in the course of my life, that if things are going untowardly one month, they are sure to mend the next. Very true, Mr. Weston, perfectly true. It is just what I used to say to a certain gentleman in company in the days of courtship, when because things did not go quite right, did not proceed with all the rapidity which suited his feelings, he was apt to be in despair, and exclaimed that he was sure at this rate it would be May before Hyman's saffron robe would be put on for us. Oh! the pains I have been at to dispel these gloomy ideas, and give him cheerful of use! The carriage! We had disappointments about the carriage. One morning I remember he came to me quite in despair. She was stopped by a slight fit of coughing, and Mr. Weston instantly seized the opportunity of going on. You were mentioning May. May is the very month which Mrs. Churchill has ordered—or has ordered herself to spend in some warmer place than Enscombe—in short to spend in London, so that we have the agreeable prospect of frequent visits from Frank the whole spring, precisely the season of the year which one should have chosen for it—days almost at the longest, weather genial and pleasant, always inviting one out, and never too hot for exercise. When he was here before, we made the best of it, but there was a good deal of wet, damp, cheerless weather—there always is, in February, you know—and we could not do half that we intended. Now will be the time. There will be complete enjoyment, and I do not know, Mrs. Elton, whether the uncertainty of our meetings—the sort of constant expectation there will be of his coming in to-day or to-morrow and at any hour—may not be more friendly to happiness than having him actually in the house. I think it is so. I think it is the state of mind which gives most spirit and delight. I hope you will be pleased with my son, but you must not expect a prodigy. He is generally thought a fine young man, but do not expect a prodigy. His western's partiality for him is very great, and as you may suppose, most gratifying to me, she thinks nobody equal to him. And I assure you, Mr. Weston, I have very little doubt that my opinion will be decidedly in his favour. I have heard so much in praise of Mr. Frank Churchill—at the same time, it is fair to observe, that I am one of those who always judge for themselves, and are by no means implicitly guided by others. I give you notice that as I find your son, so I shall judge of him. I am no flatterer." Mr. Weston was musing. "'I hope,' said he presently, "'I have not been severe upon poor Mrs. Churchill. If she is ill, I should be very sorry to do her injustice. But there are some traits in her character which make it difficult for me to speak of her with the forbearance I could wish. You cannot be ignorant, Mrs. Elton, of my connection with the family, nor of the treatment I have met with. And between ourselves, the whole blame of it is to be laid to her. She was the instigator. Frank's mother would never have been slighted as she was, but for her. Mr. Churchill has pride, but his pride is nothing to his wife's. His is a quiet, indolent, gentleman-like sort of pride, that would harm nobody, and only make himself a little helpless and tiresome. But her pride is arrogance and insolence. And what inclines one less to bear? She has no fair pretence of family or blood. She was nobody when he married her, barely the daughter of a gentleman, but ever since her being turned into a Churchill, she has out-churchalled them all in high and mighty claims. But in herself, I assure you, she is an upstart. Only think! Well, that must be infinitely provoking. I have quite a horror of upstarts. Maple Grove has given me a thorough disgust to people of that sort, but there is a family in that neighbourhood who are such an annoyance to my brother and sister, from the heirs they give themselves. Your description of Mrs. Churchill made me think of them directly. People of the name of Tupman, very lately settled there, and encumbered with many low connections, but giving themselves immense heirs, and expecting to be on a footing with the old established families. A year and a half is the very utmost that they can have lived at West Hall, and how they got their fortune nobody knows. They came from Birmingham, which is not a place to promise much, you know, Mr. Weston. Weston has not great hopes from Birmingham. I always say there is something dire following the sound, but nothing more is positively known of the Tupmans, though a good many things I assure you are suspected. And yet by their manners they evidently think themselves equal even to my brother, Mr. Suckling, who happens to be one of their nearest neighbours. It is infinitely too bad. Mr. Suckling, who has been eleven years a resident at Maple Grove, and whose father had it before him, I believe at least, I am almost sure that old Mr. Suckling had completed the purchase before his death. They were interrupted. T. was carrying round, and Mr. Weston, having said all that he wanted, soon took the opportunity of walking away. After T., Mr. and Mrs. Weston and Mr. Elton sat down with Mr. Woodhouse to cards. The remaining five were left to their own powers, and Emma doubted they're getting on very well, for Mr. Knightley seemed little disposed for conversation. Mrs. Elton was wanting notice, which nobody had inclination to pay, and she was herself in a worry of spirits which would have made her prefer being silent. Mr. John Knightley proved more talkative than his brother. He was to leave them early the next day, and he soon began with, Well, Emma, I do not believe I have anything more to say about the boys, but you have your sister's letter, and everything is down at full length there, we may be sure. My charge would be much more concise than hers, and probably not much in the same spirit. All that I have to recommend being comprised in, do not spoil them, and do not physics them. I rather hope to satisfy you both," said Emma, for I shall do all in my power to make them happy, which will be enough for Isabella, and happiness must preclude false indulgence and physics. And if you find them troublesome, you must send them home again. That is very likely. You think so. Do not do you. I hope I am aware that they may be too noisy for your father, or even may be some encumbrance to you if your visiting engagements continue to increase as much as they have done lately. Increase? Certainly. You must be sensible that the last half year has made a great difference in your way of life. Difference? No indeed, I am not. There can be no doubt of your being much more engaged with company than you used to be. Witness this very time. Here am I, come down to one day only, and you are engaged with the dinner-party. When did it happen before, or anything like it? Your neighbourhood is increasing, and you mix more with it. A little while ago every letter to Isabella brought an account of fresh gayities, dinners at Mr. Coles, or balls at the crown. The difference which Randalls, Randalls alone, makes in your goings-on is very great. Yes," said his brother quickly,--"it is Randalls that does it all. Very well, and as Randalls, I suppose, is not likely to have less influence than here too for. It strikes me as a possible thing, Emma, that Henry and John may be sometimes in the way. And if they are, I only beg you to send them home."--"No," cried Mr. Knightley,--"that need not be the consequence. Let them be sent to Donwell. I shall certainly be at leisure."--"Upon my word," exclaimed Emma,--"you amuse me. I should like to know how many of all my numerous engagements take place without your being of the party, and why I am to be supposed in danger of wanting leisure to attend the little boys. These amazing engagements of mine, what have they been? Dining once with the Coles, and having a ball talked of, which never took place. I can understand you," nodding at Mr. John Knightley,--"your good fortune in meeting with so many of your friends at once here, delights you too much to pass unnoticed. But you," turning to Mr. Knightley,--"who know how very, very seldom I am ever two hours from Hartfield. Why you should foresee such a series of dissipation for me, I cannot imagine. And as to my dear little boys, I must say that if Aunt Emma has not time for them, I do not think they would fare much better with Uncle Knightley, who is absent from home about five hours, where she is absent one, and who, when he is at home, is either reading to himself or settling his accounts." Mr. Knightley seemed to be trying not to smile, and succeeding without difficulty upon Mrs. Elton's beginning to talk to him. End of CHAPTER XVII. A very little quiet reflection was enough to satisfy Emma as to the nature of her agitation on hearing this news of Frank Churchill. She was soon convinced that it was not for herself she was feeling at all apprehensive or embarrassed. It was for him. Her own attachment had really subsided into a mere nothing. It was not worth thinking of. But if he, who had undoubtedly been always so much the most in love of the two, were to be returning with the same warmth of sentiment which he had taken away, it would be very distressing. If a separation of two months should not have cooled him, there were dangers and evils before her. Reconciliation for him and for herself would be necessary. She did not mean to have her own affections entangled again, and it would be incumbent on her to avoid any encouragement of his. She wished she might be able to keep him from an absolute declaration. That would be so very painful a conclusion of their present acquaintance. And yet she could not help rather anticipating something decisive. She felt as if the spring would not pass without bringing a crisis, an event, a something to alter her present composed and tranquil state. It was not very long, though rather longer than Mr. Weston had foreseen, before she had the power of forming some opinion of Frank Churchill's feelings. The Enscombe family were not in town quite so soon as had been imagined, but he was at Highbury very soon afterwards. He rode down for a couple of hours. He could not yet do more. But as he came from Randall's immediately to Hartfield, she could then exercise all her quick observation and speedily determine how he was influenced and how she must act. They met with the utmost friendliness. There could be no doubt of his great pleasure in seeing her. But she had an almost instant doubt of his caring for her as he had done, of his feeling the same tenderness in the same degree. She watched him well. It was a clear thing he was less in love than he had been. Absence with the conviction probably of her indifference had produced this very natural and very desirable effect. He was in high spirits, as ready to talk and laugh as ever, and seemed delighted to speak of his former visit, and to recur to old stories, and he was not without agitation. It was not in his calmness that she read his comparative difference. He was not calm. His spirits were evidently fluttered. There was restlessness about him. Lively as he was, it seemed a liveliness that did not satisfy himself. But what decided her belief on the subject was his staying only a quarter of an hour, and hurrying away to make other calls in Highbury. He had seen a group of old acquaintance in the street as he had passed. He had not stopped. He would not stop for more than a word, but he had the vanity to think they would be disappointed if he did not call, and much as he wished to stay longer at Hartfield, he must hurry off. She had no doubt as to his being less in love, but neither his agitated spirits, or his hurrying away, seemed like a perfect cure, and he was rather inclined to think it implied a dread of her returning power, and a discreet resolution of not trusting himself with her long. This was the only visit from Frank Churchill in the course of ten days. He was often hoping, intending to come, but was always prevented. His aunt could not bear to have him leave her. Such was his own account at Randalls. If he were quite sincere, if he really tried to come, it was to be inferred that Mrs. Churchill's removal to London had been of no service to the willful or nervous part of her disorder. That she was really ill was very certain. He had declared himself convinced of it at Randalls. Though much might be fancy, he could not doubt when he looked back that she was in a weaker state of health than she had been half a year ago. He did not believe it to proceed from anything that care and medicine might not remove, or at least that she might not have many years of existence before her. But he could not be prevailed on, by all his father's doubts, to say that her complaints were merely imaginary, or that she was as strong as ever. It soon appeared that London was not the place for her. She could not endure its noise. Her nerves were under continual irritation and suffering, and by the ten days end her nephew's letter to Randalls communicated a change of plan. They were going to remove immediately to Richmond. His Churchill had been recommended to the medical skill of an eminent person there, and had otherwise a fancy for the place. A ready furnished house and a favourite spot was engaged, and much benefit expected from the change. Emma heard that Frank wrote in the highest spirits of this arrangement, and seemed most fully to appreciate the blessing of having two months before him of such near neighbourhood to many dear friends, for the house was taken for May and June. She was told that now he wrote with the greatest confidence of being often with them, almost as often as he could even wish. Emma saw how Mr. Weston understood these joyous prospects. He was considering her as the source of all the happiness they offered. She hoped it was not so. Two months must bring it to the proof. Mr. Weston's own happiness was indisputable. He was quite delighted. It was the very circumstance he could have wished for. Now it would really be having Frank in their neighbourhood, what were nine miles to a young man, an hour's ride, he would be always coming over. The difference in that respect of Richmond and London was enough to make the whole difference of seeing him always and seeing him never. Sixteen miles, nay, eighteen, it must be full eighteen to Manchester Street, was a serious obstacle. Were he ever able to get away the day would be spent in coming and returning. There was no comfort in having him in London. He might as well be at Enscombe, but Richmond was the very distance for easy intercourse. Better than nearer. One good thing was immediately brought to a certainty by this removal, the ball at the crown. It had not been forgotten before, but it had been soon acknowledged vain to attempt to fix a day. Now, however, it was absolutely to be. Every preparation was resumed, and very soon after the Churchill's had removed to Richmond, a few lines from Frank, to say that his aunt felt already much better for the change, and that he had no doubt of being able to join them for twenty-four hours at any given time, induced them to name as early a day as possible. Mr. Weston's ball was to be a real thing. A very few to-morrow stood between the young people of Highbury, and happiness. Mr. Woodhouse was resigned. The time of year lightened the evil to him. May was better for everything than February. Mrs. Bates was engaged to spend the evening at Hartfield. James had due notice, and he sanguinly hoped that neither dear little Henry, nor dear little John, would have anything to matter with them, while dear Emma was gone. No misfortune occurred again to prevent the ball. The day approached, the day arrived, and after a morning of some anxious watching, Frank Churchill, in all the certainty of his own self, reached Randalls before dinner, and everything was safe. No second meeting had there yet been between him and Emma. The room at the crown was to witness it, but it would be better than a common meeting in a crowd. Mr. Weston had been so very earnest in his entreaties for her arriving there as soon as possible after themselves, for the purpose of taking her opinion as to the propriety and comfort of the rooms before any other persons came, that she could not refuse him, and must therefore spend some quiet interval in the young man's company. She was to convey Harriet, and they drove to the crown in good time. The Randalls' party just sufficiently before them. Frank Churchill seemed to have been on the watch, and though he did not say much, his eyes declared that he meant to have a delightful evening. They all walked about together, to see that everything was as it should be. And within a few minutes were joined by the contents of another carriage, which Emma could not hear the sound of at first without great surprise. So unreasonably early, she was going to exclaim, but she presently found that it was a family of old friends, who were coming, like herself, by a particular desire to help Mr. Weston's judgment. And they were so very closely followed by another carriage of cousins, who had been entreated to come early with the same distinguishing earnestness, on the same errand, that it seemed as if half the company might soon be collected together for the purpose of preparatory inspection. Emma perceived that her taste was not the only taste on which Mr. Weston depended, and felt that to be the favourite and intimate of a man who had so many intimates and confidants, was not the very first distinction in the scale of vanity. She liked his open manners, but a little less of open-heartedness would have made him a higher character. Little benevolence, but not general friendship, made a man what he ought to be. She could fancy such a man. The whole party walked about, and looked, and praised again, and then, having nothing else to do, formed a sort of half-circle round the fire, to observe in their various modes, till other subjects were started, that though may a fire in the evening was still very pleasant. Emma found that it was not Mr. Weston's fault that the number of pervy counsellors was not yet larger. They had stopped at Mrs. Bates's door to offer the use of their carriage, but the aunt and niece were to be brought by the Elton's. Frank was standing by her, but not steadily. There was a restlessness which showed a mind not at ease. He was looking about. He was going to the door. He was watching for the sound of other carriage's, impatient to begin, or afraid of being always near her. Mrs. Elton was spoken of. I think she must be here soon," said he. I have a great curiosity to see Mrs. Elton. I have heard so much of her. It cannot be long, I think, before she comes. A carriage was heard. He was on the move immediately. But coming back said, I am forgetting that I am not acquainted with her. I have never seen either Mr. or Mrs. Elton. I have no business to put myself forward. Mr. and Mrs. Elton appeared, and all the smiles and the proprieties passed. Not Miss Bates and Miss Fairfax," said Mr. Weston, looking about. We thought you were to bring them. The mistake had been slight. The carriage was sent for them now. Emma longed to know what Frank's first opinion of Mrs. Elton might be, how he was affected by the studied elegance of her dress and her smiles of graciousness. He was immediately qualifying himself to form an opinion by giving her very proper attention after the introduction had passed. Within a few minutes the carriage returned. Somebody talked of rain. I will see that there are umbrellas, sir," said Frank to his father. Miss Bates must not be forgotten. And away he went. Mr. Weston was following, but Mrs. Elton detained him to gratify him by her opinion of his son, and so briskly did she begin that the young man himself, though by no means moving slowly, could hardly be out of hearing. A very fine young man indeed, Mr. Weston. You know I candidly told you I should form my own opinion, and I am happy to say that I am extremely pleased with him. You may believe me. I never compliment. I think I am a very handsome young man, and his manners are precisely what I like and approve, so truly the gentleman without the least conceit or puppyism. You must know I have a vast dislike to puppies, quite a horror of them. They were never tolerated at Maple Grove, neither the Mr. Suckling normie had ever any patience with them, and we used sometimes to say very cutting things. Selena, who was mild almost to a fault, bore with them much better. While she talked of his son, Mr. Weston's attention was chained, but when she got to Maple Grove he could recollect that there were ladies just arriving to be attended to, and with happy smiles must hurry away. Mrs. Elton turned to Mrs. Weston. I have no doubt of its being our carriage with Miss Bates and Jane. Our coachmen and horses are so extremely expeditious. I believe we drive faster than anybody. What a pleasure it is to send one's carriage for a friend. I understand you were so kind as to offer, but another time it will be quite unnecessary. You may be very sure I shall always take care of them." Miss Bates and Miss Fairfax, escorted by the two gentlemen, walked into the room, and Mrs. Elton seemed to think it as much her duty as Mrs. Weston's to receive them. Her gestures and movements might be understood by anyone who looked on like Emma, but her words, everybody's words, were soon lost under the incessant flow of Miss Bates, who came in talking and had not finished her speech under many minutes after her being admitted into the circle at the fire. As the door opened, she was heard, Oh! so very obliging of you! No rain at all, nothing to signify. I do not care for myself. Quite thick shoes, and Jane declares, Well! as soon as she was within the door, Well! This is brilliant indeed! This is admirable! Excellently contrived upon my word, nothing wanting could not have imagined it. So well lighted up! Jane! Jane, look! Did you ever see anything? Oh, Mr. Weston! You must really have had Aladdin's lamp! Good Mrs. Stokes would not know her own room again. I saw her as I came in. She was standing in the entrance. Oh! Mrs. Stokes, had I! But I had not time for more. She was now met by Mrs. Weston. Very well! I thank you, ma'am. I hope you were quite well. Very happy to hear it. So afraid you might have a headache, seeing you pass by so often, and knowing how much trouble you must have. Delighted to hear it indeed! Ah! Dear Mrs. Elton! So obliged to you for the carriage! Excellent time! Jane and I, quite ready, did not keep the horse as a moment, most comfortable carriage. Oh! And I am sure our thanks are due to you, Mrs. Weston, on that score. Mrs. Elton had most kindly sent Jane a note, or we should have been, but two such offers in one day never were such neighbours. I said to my mother, upon my word, ma'am, thank you, my mother is remarkably well, gone to Mr. Woodhouse's. I made her take her shawl, for the evenings are not warm, her large new shawl, Mrs. Dixon's wedding-present so kind of had to think of my mother. Bought it way myth, you know, Mr. Dixon's choice. There were three others Jane says, which they hesitated about some time. Colonel Campbell rather preferred an olive. My dear Jane, are you sure you did not twitch your feet? It was but a drop or two, but I am so afraid. But Mr. Frank Churchill was so extremely, and there was a mat to step upon. I shall never forget his extreme politeness. Oh, Mr. Frank Churchill, I must tell you, my mother's spectacles have never been in fault since. The rivet never came out again. My mother often talks of your good nature, does not she, Jane? Do we not often talk of Mr. Frank Churchill? Ah, here's Miss Woodhouse. Dear Miss Woodhouse, how do you do? Very well, I thank you quite well. This is meeting quite in fairyland. Such a transformation must not compliment I know. I am Emma most complacently. That would be rude, but upon my word, Miss Woodhouse, you do look—how do you like Jane's hair? You are a judge. She did it all herself. Quite wonderful how she does her hair. No hairdresser from London, I think, could. Ah, Dr. Hughes, I declare, and Mrs. Hughes must go and speak to Dr. and Mrs. Hughes for a moment. How do you do? How do you do? Very well, I thank you. This is delightful, is it not? Where's dear Mr. Richard? Oh, there he is. Don't disturb him. Much better employed talking to the young ladies. How do you do, Mr. Richard? I saw you the other day as you rode through the town. Mrs. Ottway, I protest! And good Mr. Ottway and Miss Ottway and Miss Caroline! Such a host of friends! And Mr. George and Mr. Arthur, how do you do? How do you do? Quite well, I am much obliged to you. Never better. Don't I hear another carriage? Who can this be? A very likely the worthy coals. On my word, this is charming to be standing out among such friends, and such a noble fire. I am quite roasted. No coffee, I thank you, for me, never take coffee. A little tea, if you please, sir, by and by. No hurry. Oh, here it comes! Everything's so good!" Frank Churchill returned to his station by Emma, and as soon as Miss Bates was quiet, she found herself necessarily overhearing the discourse of Mrs. Elton and Miss Fairfax, who were standing a little way behind her. He was thoughtful. Whether he were overhearing, too, she could not determine. After a good many compliments to Jane on her dress and look, compliments very quietly and properly taken, Mrs. Elton was evidently wanting to be complimented herself, and it was, How do you like my gown? How do you like my trimming? How has wright done my hair? With many other relative questions, all answered with patient politeness. Mrs. Elton then said, Nobody can think less of dress in general than I do, but upon such an occasion as this, when everybody's eyes are so much upon me, and in compliment to the westerns, who I have no doubt of giving this ball chiefly to do me honour, I would not wish to be inferior to others, and I see very few pearls in the room except mine. So Frank Churchill is a capital dancer, I understand. We shall see if our styles suit. A fine young man certainly, as Mr. Frank Churchill, I like him very well. At this moment Frank began talking so vigorously, that Emma could not but imagine he had overheard his own praises, and did not want to hear more. And the voices of the ladies were drowned for a while, till another suspension brought Mrs. Elton's tones again distinctly forward. Mr. Elton had just joined them, and his wife was exclaiming, Oh! So you have found us out at last, have you, in our seclusion? I was this moment telling Jane I thought she would begin to be impatient for tidings of us." Jane, repeated Frank Churchill with a look of surprise and displeasure, that is easy, but Miss Fairfax does not disapprove it, I suppose. How do you like Mrs. Elton? said Emma in a whisper. Not at all. You are ungrateful. Ungrateful? What do you mean? Then changing from a frown to a smile. No, do not tell me, I do not want to know what you mean. Where is my father? When are we to begin dancing? Emma could hardly understand him. He seemed in an odd humour. He walked off to find his father, but was quickly back again with both Mr. and Mrs. Weston. He had met with them in a little perplexity which must be laid before Emma. It had just occurred to Mrs. Weston that Mrs. Elton must be asked to begin the ball, that she would expect it, which interfered with all their wishes of giving Emma that distinction. Emma heard the sad truth with fortitude. And what are we to do for a proper partner for her? said Mr. Weston. She will think Frank ought to ask her. Frank turned instantly to Emma to claim her former promise, and boasted himself an engaged man, which his father looked his most perfect approbation of, and it then appeared that Mrs. Weston was wanting him to dance with Mrs. Elton himself, and that their business was to help to persuade him into it, which was done pretty soon. After Weston and Mrs. Elton led the way, Mr. Frank Churchill and Miss Woodhouse followed. Emma must submit to stand second to Mrs. Elton, though she had always considered the ball as peculiarly for her. It was almost enough to make her think of marrying. Mrs. Elton had undoubtedly the advantage, at this time, in vanity completely gratified. For though she had intended to begin with Frank Churchill, she could not lose by the change. Mr. Weston might be his son's superior. In spite of this little rub, however, Emma was smiling with enjoyment, delighted to see the respectable length of the set as it was forming, and to feel that she had so many hours of unusual festivity before her. She was more disturbed by Mr. Knightley's not dancing than anything else. There he was, among the standards by, where he ought not to be, he ought to be dancing, not classing himself with the husbands and fathers and wist-players who were pretending to feel an interest in the dance till their rubbers were made up. So young as he looked. He could not have appeared to greater advantage, perhaps anywhere, than where he had placed himself. His tall, firm, upright figure, among the bulky forms and stooping shoulders of the elderly men, was such as Emma Velt must draw everybody's eyes, and accepting her own partner, there was not one among the whole row of young men who could be compared with him. He moved a few steps nearer, and those few steps were enough to prove in how gentleman-like a manor, with what natural grace he must have danced, would he but take the trouble. Whenever she caught his eye she forced him to smile, but in general he was looking grave. She wished he could love a ballroom better, and could like Frank Churchill better. He seemed often observing her. She must not flatter herself that he thought of her dancing, but if he were criticising her behaviour she did not feel afraid. There was nothing like flirtation between her and her partner. They seemed more like cheerful, easy friends than lovers. That Frank Churchill thought less of her than he had done, was indubitable. The ball proceeded pleasantly. The anxious cares, the incessant attentions of Mrs. Weston were not thrown away, everybody seemed happy, and the praise of being a delightful ball, which is seldom bestowed till after a ball has ceased to be, was repeatedly given in the very beginning of the existence of this. Of very important, recordable events, it was not more productive than such meanings usually are. There was one, however, which Emma thought something of. The two last dances before supper were begun, and Harriet had no partner, the only young lady sitting down, and so equal had been hitherto the number of dancers, that how there could be any one disengaged was the wonder. But Emma's wonder lessened soon afterwards on seeing Mr. Elton sauntering about. He would not ask Harriet to dance if it were possible to be avoided. She was sure he would not, and she was expecting him every moment to escape into the card-room. Escape, however, was not his plan. He came to the part of the room where the sitter's bio were collected, spoke to some, and walked about in front of them, as if to show his liberty and his resolution of maintaining it. He did not omit being sometimes directly before Miss Smith, or speaking to those who were close to her. Emma saw it. She was not yet dancing. She was working her way up from the bottom, and had therefore leisure to look around, and by only turning her head a little she saw it all. When she was half way up the set, the whole group were exactly behind her, and she would no longer allow her eyes to watch. But Mr. Elton was so near, that she heard every syllable of a dialogue which just then took place between him and Mrs. Weston, and she perceived that his wife, who was standing immediately above her, was not only listening also, but even encouraging him by significant glances. The kind-hearted, gentle Mrs. Weston had left her seat to join him and say, "'Do not you dance, Mr. Elton?' to which his prompt reply was, "'Most readily, Mrs. Weston, if you will dance with me.' "'Me? Oh, no! I would get to a better partner than myself. I am no dancer.' "'If Mrs. Gilbert wishes to dance,' said he, "'I shall have great pleasure, I am sure, for though beginning to feel myself rather an old, married man, and that my dancing days are over, it would give me very great pleasure at any time to stand up with an old friend, like Mrs. Gilbert.' Mrs. Gilbert does not mean to dance, but there is a young lady disengaged, and I should be very glad to see dancing. "'Mrs. Smith?' "'Mrs. Smith? Oh, I had not observed. You are extremely obliging, and if I were not an old, married man, but my dancing days are over, Mrs. Weston, you will excuse me. Anything else I should be most happy to do, at your command, but my dancing days are over.' Mrs. Weston said no more, and Emma could imagine with what surprise and mortification she must be returning to her seat. This was Mr. Elton, the amiable, obliging, gentle Mr. Elton. She looked round for a moment, he had joined Mr. Knightley at a little distance, and was arranging himself for settled conversation, while smiles of high glee passed between him and his wife. She would not look again, her heart was in a glow, and she feared her face might be as hot. In another moment a happier sight caught her, Mr. Knightley leading Harriet to the set. Never had she been more surprised, seldom more delighted, than at that instant. She was all pleasure and gratitude, both for Harriet and herself, and longed to be thanking him, and though too distance for speech, her countenance said much as soon as she could catch his eye again. His dancing proved to be just what she had believed it, extremely good, and Harriet would have seemed almost too lucky if it had not been for the cruel state of things before, and for the very complete enjoyment and very high sense of the distinction which her happy features announced. It was not thrown away on her. She bounded higher than ever, flew farther down the middle, and was in a continual course of smiles. Mr. Elton had retreated into the card-room, looking, Emma trusted, very foolish. She did not think he was quite so hardened as his wife, though growing very like her. She spoke some of her feelings, by observing audibly to her partner. Nightly has taken pity on poor little Miss Smith. Very good nature, I declare. Supper was announced. The move began, and Miss Bates might be heard from that moment without interruption, till her being seated at table and taking up her spoon. Jane! Jane! My dear Jane, where are you? Here is your tippet. Mrs. Weston begs you to put on your tippet. She says she is afraid there will be draughts in the passage, though everything has been done. One door nailed up, quantities of matting. My dear Jane, indeed you must. Mr. Churchill, oh, you are too obliging! How well you put it on! So gratified! Excellent dancing indeed! Yes, my dear, I ran home, as I said I sought to help Grandma Marta bed, and got back again, and nobody missed me. I set off without saying a word, just as I told you. Grandma Marta was quite well, had a charming evening with Mr. Woodhouse, a vast deal of chat and backgammon. Tea was made downstairs, biscuits and baked apples and wine before she came away, amazing luck in some of her throes, and she inquired a great deal about you, how you were amused, and who were your partners. Oh, said I, I shall not forstall Jane. I left her dancing with Mr. George Ottway. She will love to tell you all about it herself to-morrow. Her first partner was Mr. Elton. I do not know who will ask an ex, except perhaps Mr. William Cox. My dear sir, you are too obliging. Is there nobody you would not rather? I am not helpless. Sir, you are most kind. Upon my word, Jane on one arm, and me on the other. Stop! Stop! Let us stand a little back. Mrs. Elton is going. Dear Mrs. Elton, how elegant she looks! Beautiful lace! Now we all follow in her train, quite the queen of the evening. Well, here we are at the passage. Two steps, Jane, take care of the two steps. Oh, no, there is but one. Well, I was persuaded there were two. How very odd! I was convinced there were two, and there is but one. I never saw anything equal to the comfort and style. Candles everywhere! I was telling you of your grandma, Jane. There was a little disappointment. The baked apples and biscuits. Excellent in their way, you know. But there was a delicate fricacy of sweet bread and some asparagus brought in first, and good Mr. Woodhouse, not thinking the asparagus quite bold enough, sent it out again. Now there is nothing Grandma loves better than sweet bread and asparagus, so she was rather disappointed. But we agreed we would not speak of it to anybody, for fear of its getting round to dear Miss Woodhouse, who would be so very much concerned. Well, this is brilliant! I am all amazement, could not have supposed anything, such elegance and profusion. I have seen nothing like it since. Well, where shall we sit? Where shall we sit? Anywhere so that Jane is not in a draft. Where I sit is of no consequence. Oh, do you recommend this side? Well, I am sure, Mr. Churchill. Only it seems too good. But just as you please, what you direct in this house cannot be wrong. Dear Jane, how shall we ever recollect half the dishes for Grandma? Soup, too! Bless me! I should not be helped so soon, but it smells most excellent, and I cannot help beginning. Emma had no opportunity of speaking to Mr. Knightley till after supper, but when they were all in the ballroom again, her eyes invited him irresistibly to come to her and be thanked. He was warm in his reprobation of Mr. Elton's conduct. It had been unpardonable rudeness, and Mrs. Elton's looks also received the due share of censure. They aimed at wounding more than Harriet, said he. Emma, why is it that they are your enemies? He looked with smiling penetration, and on receiving no answer added, She ought not to be angry with you, I suspect, whatever he may be. To that surmise you say nothing, of course, but confess, Emma, that you did want him to marry Harriet. I did, replied Emma, and they cannot forgive me. He shook his head, but there was a smile of indulgence with it, and he only said, I shall not scold you, I leave you to your own reflections. Can you trust me with such flatterers? Does my vain spirit ever tell me I am wrong? Not your vain spirit, but your serious spirit. If one leads you wrong, I am sure the other tells you of it. I do own myself to have been completely mistaken in Mr. Elton. There is a littleness about him which you discovered and which I did not, and I was fully convinced of his being in love with Harriet. It was through a series of strange blunders. And in return for your acknowledging so much, I will do the justice to say that you would have chosen for him better than he has chosen for himself. Harriet Smith has some verse-straight qualities, which Mrs. Elton is totally without—an unpretending, single-minded, artless girl, infinitely to be preferred by any man of sense and taste to a woman such as Mrs. Elton. I found Harriet more conversable than I expected. Emma was extremely gratified. They were interrupted by the bustle of Mr. Weston calling on everybody to begin dancing again. Come, Miss Woodhouse! Miss Sotway! Miss Fairfax! What are you all doing? Come, Emma, set your companions the example. Everybody is lazy! Everybody is asleep! I am ready," said Emma, whenever I am wanted. Who are you going to dance with? asked Mr. Knightley. She hesitated a moment and then replied, With you, if you will ask me. Will you? said he, offering his hand. Indeed, I will. You have shown that you can dance, and you know we are not really so much brother and sister as to make it all improper. Brother and sister? No, indeed. END OF CHAPTER II. This little explanation with Mr. Knightley gave Emma considerable pleasure. It was one of the agreeable recollections of the ball which she walked about the law next morning to enjoy. She was extremely glad that they had come to so good an understanding respecting the Eltens, and that their opinions of both husband and wife were so much alike, and his praise of Harriet, his concession in her favour, was peculiarly gratifying. The impertinence of the Eltens, which, for a few minutes had threatened to ruin the rest of her evening, had been the occasion of some of its highest satisfactions, and she looked forward to another happy result—the cure of Harriet's infatuation. From Harriet's manner of speaking of the circumstance before they quitted the ballroom, she had strong hopes. It seemed as if her eyes were suddenly opened, and she were unable to see that Mr. Elton was not the superior creature she had believed him. The fever was over, and Emma could harbor little fear of the pulse being quickened again by injurious courtesy. She depended on the evil feelings of the Eltens for supplying all the discipline of pointed neglect that could be farther requisite. Harriet rational, Frank Churchill not too much in love, and Mr. Knightley not wanting to quarrel with her, how very happy a summer must be before her. She was not to see Frank Churchill this morning. He had told her that he could not allow himself the pleasure of stopping at Hartfield, as he was to be at home by the middle of the day. She did not regret it. Having arranged all these matters, looked them through, and put them all to rights, she was just turning to the house with spirits freshened up for the demands of the two little boys, as well as of their grand-papa, when the great iron sweep gate opened, and two persons entered whom she had nevertheless expected to see together. Frank Churchill, with Harriet leaning on his arm, actually Harriet, a moment suffice to convince her that something extraordinary had happened. Harriet looked white and frightened, and he was trying to cheer her. The iron gates and the front door were not twenty yards asunder, they were all three soon in the hall, and Harriet immediately sinking into a chair, fainted away. A young lady who fainted must be recovered. Questions must be answered and surprises be explained. Such events are very interesting, but the suspense of them cannot last long. A few minutes made Emma acquainted with the whole. Miss Smith and Miss Bickerton, another parlor-border at Mrs. Goddard's, who had been also at the ball, had walked out together and taken a road, the Richmond road, which though apparently public enough for safety, had led them into alarm. About half a mile beyond Highbury, making a sudden turn, and deeply shaded by elms on each side, it became for a considerable stretch very retired, and when the young ladies had advanced some way into it, they had suddenly perceived at a small distance before them, on a broader patch of green swore by the side, a party of gypsies. A child on the watch came towards them to beg, and Miss Bickerton, excessively frightened, gave a great scream, and calling on Harriet to follow her, ran up a steep bank, cleared a slight hedge at the top, and made the best of her way by a shortcut back to Highbury. But poor Harriet could not follow. She had suffered very much from cramp after dancing, and her first attempt to mount the bank brought on such a return of it has made her absolutely powerless, and in this state, and exceedingly terrified, she had been obliged to remain. How the trampers might have behaved had the young ladies been more courageous must be doubtful. But such an invitation for attack could not be resisted, and Harriet was soon assailed by half a dozen children, headed by a stout woman and a great boy, all clamorous and impertinent in look, though not absolutely in word. More and more frightened, she immediately promised them money, and taking out her purse gave them a shilling, and begged them to not want more to use her ill. She was then able to walk, though but slowly, and was moving away, but her terror and her purse were too tempting, and she was followed, or rather surrounded by the whole gang, demanding more. In this state Frank Churchill had found her, she trembling and conditioning, they loud and insolent, by most fortunate chance his leaving Highbury had been delayed so as to bring him to her assistance at this critical moment. The pleasantness of the morning had induced him to walk forward, and leave his horses to meet him by another road, a mile or two beyond Highbury, and happening to have borrowed a pair of scissors the night before of Miss Bates, and to have forgotten to restore them. He had been obliged to stop at her door, and go in for a few minutes. He was therefore later than he had intended, and being on foot was unseen by the whole party till almost close to them. The terror which the woman and boy had been creating in Harriet was then their own portion. He had left them completely frightened, and Harriet eagerly clinging to him, and hardly able to speak, had just strength enough to reach Hartfield before her spirits were quite overcome. It was his idea to bring her to Hartfield he had thought of no other place. This was the amount of the whole story, of his communication and of Harriet as soon as she had recovered her senses and speech. He dared not stay longer than to see her well. These several delays left him not another minute to lose, and Emma engaging to give assurance of her safety to Mrs. Goddard, and notice of there being such a set of people in the neighbourhood to Mr. Knightley, he set off, with all the grateful blessings that she could utter for her friend and herself. Such an adventure as this, a fine young man and a lovely young woman thrown together in such a way, could hardly fail of suggesting certain ideas to the coldest heart and the steadiest brain. So, Emma thought at least. Could a linguist, could a grammarian, could even a mathematician have seen what she did, have witnessed their appearance together and heard their history of it, without feeling that circumstances had been at work to make them peculiarly interesting to each other? How much more must an imaginist, like herself, be on fire with speculation and foresight, especially with such a groundwork of anticipation as her mind had already made? It was a very extraordinary thing. Nothing of the sort had ever occurred before to any young ladies in the place within her memory. No rencontre, no alarm of the kind, and now it had happened to the very person, and at the very hour when the other very person was chanting to pass by to rescue her. It certainly was very extraordinary. And knowing as she did the favourable state of mind of each at this period, it struck her the more. He was wishing to get the better of his attachment to herself, she just recovering from her mania for Mr. Elton. It seemed as if everything united to promise the most interesting consequences. It was not possible that the occurrence should not be strongly recommending each to the other. In the few minutes' conversation which she had yet had with him, while Harriet had been partially insensible, he had spoken of her terror, her naivety, her fervour as she seized and clung to his arm, with a sensibility amused and delighted. And just at last, after Harriet's own account had been given, he had expressed his indignation at the abominable folly of Miss Bickerton in the warmest terms. Everything was to take its natural course, however, neither impelled nor assisted. She would not stir a step nor drop a hint. No, she had had enough of interference. There could be no harm in a scheme, a mere passive scheme. It was no more than a wish. Beyond it she would on no account proceed. Emma's first resolution was to keep her father from the knowledge of what had passed, aware of the anxiety and alarm it would occasion. But she soon felt that concealment must be impossible. Within half an hour it was known all over Highbury. It was the very event to engage those who talk most, the young, and the low, and all the youth and servants in the place were soon in the happiness of frightful news. The last night's ball seemed lost in the gypsies. Poor Mr. Woodhouse trembled as he sat, and as Emma had foreseen would scarcely be satisfied without their promising never to go beyond the shrubbery again. It was some comfort to him that many inquiries after himself and Miss Woodhouse, for his neighbours knew that he loved to be inquired after, as well as Miss Smith, were coming in during the rest of the day. But he had the pleasure of returning for answer, that they were all very indifferent, which, though not exactly true, for she was perfectly well and Harriet not much otherwise, Emma would not interfere with. She had an unhappy state of health in general for the child of such a man, for she hardly knew what an disposition was, and if he did not invent illness for her, she could make no figure in a message. The gypsies did not wait for the operations of justice, they took themselves off in a hurry. The young ladies of Highbury might have walked again in safety before their panic began, and the whole history dwindled soon into a matter of little importance but to Emma and her nephews. In her imagination it maintained its ground, and Henry and John were still asking every day for the story of Harriet and the gypsies, and still tenaciously setting her right if she varied in the slightest particular from the original recital. CHAPTER IV A very few days had passed after this adventure, when Harriet came one morning to Emma with a small parcel in her hand, and after sitting down and hesitating, thus began, "'Miss Woodhouse, if you are at leisure, I have something that I should like to tell you, a sort of confession to make, and then you know it will be all over.' Emma was a good deal surprised, but begged her to speak. There was a seriousness in Harriet's manner which prepared her quite as much as her words for something more than ordinary. "'It is my duty, and I am sure it is my wish,' she continued, "'to have no reserves with you on this subject, as I am happily quite an altered creature in one respect. It is very fit that you should have the satisfaction of knowing it. I do not want to say more than is necessary. I am too much ashamed of having given way as I have done, and I dare say you understand me.' "'Yes,' said Emma, "'I hope I do.' "'How could I so long a time be fancying myself?' cried Harriet warmly. "'It seems like madness. I can see nothing at all extraordinary in him now. I do not care whether I meet him or not, except that of the two I had rather not see him, and indeed I would go any distance round to avoid him. But I do not envy his wife in the least. I neither admire her nor envy her, as I have done. She is very charming, I dare say, and all that, but I think a very ill-tempered and disagreeable. I shall never forget her look the other night. However, I assure you, Miss Woodhouse, I wish her no evil. No. Let them be ever so happy together. It will not give me another moment's pang. And to convince you that I have been speaking truth, I am now going to destroy what I ought to have destroyed long ago, what I ought never to have kept. I know that very well,' blushing as she spoke, "'however now I will destroy at all, and it is my particular wish to do it in your presence, that you may see how rational I am grown. Cannot you guess what this parcel holds?' said she, with a conscious look. Not the least in the world. Did he ever give you anything?' "'No. I cannot call them gifts, but they are things that I have valued very much.' She held the parcel towards her, and Emma read the words, Most Precious Treasures on the top. Her curiosity was greatly excited. Emma unfolded the parcel, and she looked on with impatience. Within abundance of silver paper was a pretty little tonnbridge-ware box, which Harriet opened. It was well lined with the softest cotton, but accepting the cotton, Emma saw only a small piece of court-plaster. "'Now,' said Harriet, "'you must recollect.' "'No, indeed, I do not. Dear me! I should not have thought it possible you could forget what passed in this very room about court-plaster, one of the very last times we ever met in it. It was but a very few days before I had my sore throat, just before Mr. and Mrs. John Knightley came. I think the very evening. Do you not remember his cutting his finger with your new pen-knife, in your recommending court-plaster? But as you had none about you, and knew I had, you desired me to supply him. And so I took out mine and cut him a piece, but it was a great deal too large, and he cut it smaller, and kept playing some time with what it was left, before he gave it back to me. And so then, in my nonsense, I could not help making a treasure of it. So I put it by never to be used, and looked at it now, and then as a great treat." "'My dearest Harriet,' cried Emma, putting her hand before her face, and jumping up, "'you make me more ashamed of myself than I can bear. Remember it?' "'I, I remember it all now. They all accept your saving this relic. I know nothing of that till this moment. But he cutting a finger, and my recommending court-plaster, and saying I had none about me. Oh, my sins! My sins! And I had plenty all the while in my pocket. One of my senseless tricks! I deserved to be under a continual blush all the rest of my life. Well, sitting down again, go on, what else? And how do you really submit hand yourself? I am sure I never suspected it. You did it so naturally." "'And so you actually put this piece of court-plaster by for his sake,' said Emma, recovering from her state of shame, and feeling divided between wonder and amusement. And secretly she added to herself, "'Lord bless me. When should I ever have thought of putting by and caught in a piece of court-plaster that Frank Churchill had been pulling about? I never was equal to this.'" "'Here,' resumed Harriet, turning to her box again, "'here is something still more valuable. I mean, that has been more valuable. Because this is what really once did belong to him, which the court-plaster never did.'" Emma was quite eager to see this superior treasure. It was the end of an old pencil—the part without any lead. "'This was really his,' said Harriet. "'Do not you remember one morning?' "'No, I dare say you do not. But one morning. I forget exactly the day. But perhaps it was the Tuesday or Wednesday before that evening. He wanted to make a memorandum in his pocket-book. It was about Spruce Beer. Mr. Knightley had been telling him something about brewing the Spruce Beer, and he wanted to put it down. But when he took out his pencil, there was so little lead that he soon cut it all away, and it would not do, so you lent him another. And this was left upon the table as good for nothing. But I kept my eye on it, and as soon as I dared, caught it up, and never parted with it again from that moment." "'I do remember it,' cried Emma. "'I perfectly remember it, talking about Spruce Beer. Oh, yes, Mr. Knightley and I both sang, we liked it, and Mr. Elton seemed resolved to learn to like it, too. I perfectly remember it. Stop! Mr. Knightley was standing just here, was not he? I have an idea, he was standing just here.' "'Ah! I do not know. I cannot recollect.' "'It is very odd, but I cannot recollect. Mr. Elton was sitting here, I remember, much about where I am now.' "'Well, go on.' "'Oh! that's all. I have nothing more to show you or to say, except that I am now going to throw them both behind the fire, and I wish you to see me do it.' "'My poor dear Harriet, and have you actually found happiness in treasuring up these things?' "'Yes. Simpleton as I was, but I am quite ashamed of it now, and wish I could forget as easily as I can burn them. It was very wrong of me, you know, to keep any remembrances after he was married. I knew it was, but had not resolution enough to part with them.' "'But Harriet, is it necessary to burn the court-plaster? I have not a word to say for the bit of old pencil, but the court-plaster might be useful.' "'I shall be happier to burn it,' replied Harriet. "'It has a disagreeable look to me. I must get rid of everything. There it goes, and there is an end, thank heaven, of Mr. Elton.' "'And when?' thought Emma. Will there be a beginning of Mr. Churchill?' She had soon afterwards reason to believe that the beginning was already made, and could not but hope that the gypsy, though she had told no fortune, might be proved to have made Harriet's. About a fortnight after the alarm, they came to a sufficient explanation, and quite undesignedly. Emma was not thinking of it at the moment, which made the information she received more valuable. She merely said, in the course of some trivial chat, "'Well, Harriet, whenever you marry, I would advise you to do so and so,' and thought no more of it, till after a minute silent she heard Harriet say in a very serious tone, "'I shall never marry.'" Emma then looked up, and immediately saw how it was, and after a moment's debate as to whether it should pass unnoticed or not, replied, "'Never marry? This is a new resolution. It is one that I shall never change, however.'" After another short hesitation. "'I hope it is not proceed from—I hope it is not in compliment to Mr. Elton.'" "'Mr. Elton, indeed?' cried Harriet indignantly. "'Oh, no! And Emma could just catch the words. So superior to Mr. Elton!' She then took a longer time for consideration. Should she proceed no farther? Should she let it pass, and seemed to suspect nothing? Perhaps Harriet might think her cold or angry if she did, or perhaps if she were totally silent, it might only drive Harriet into asking her to hear too much. And against anything like such an unreserve as it been, such an open and frequent discussion of hopes and chances, she was perfectly resolved. She believed it would be wiser for her to say and know at once, all that she meant to say and know. Plain dealing was always best. She had previously determined how far she would proceed on any application of the sort, and it would be safer for both to have the judicious law of her own brain laid down with speed. She was decided and thus spoke. "'Harriet, I will not affect to be in doubt of your meaning. Your resolution, or rather your expectation of never marrying, results from an idea that the person whom you might prefer, would be too greatly your superior in situation to think of you. Is not it so?' "'Oh! Miss Woodhouse, believe me, I have not the presumption to suppose. Indeed, I am not so mad. But it is a pleasure to me to admire him at a distance, and to think of his infinite superiority to all the rest of the world, with the gratitude, wonder, and veneration which are so proper in me especially. I am not at all surprised at you, Harriet. The service he rendered you was enough to warm your heart. "'Service? Oh! it was such an inexpressible obligation. The very recollection of it, and all that I felt at the time, when I saw him coming, his noble look, and my wretchedness before. Such a change, in one moment such a change, from perfect misery to perfect happiness. It is very natural. It is natural and is honourable. Yes, honourable, I think, to choose so well and so gratefully. But that it will be a fortunate preference is more than I can promise. I do not advise you to give way to it, Harriet. I do not by any means engage for its being returned. Consider what you are about. Perhaps it will be wisest in you to check your feelings while you can, at any rate to not let them carry you far, unless you are persuaded of his liking you. Be observant of him. Let his behaviour be the guide of your sensations. I give you this caution now, because I shall never speak to you again on the subject. I am determined against all interference. Henceforward I know nothing of the matter. Let no name overpass our lips. We were very wrong before. We will be cautious now. He is your superior, no doubt. And there do seem objections and obstacles of a very serious nature. But yet, Harriet, more wonderful things have taken place. There have been matches of greater disparity. But take care of yourself. I would not have you too sanguine, though, however it may end, be assured you are raising your thoughts to him, is a mark of good taste, which I shall always know how to value. Harriet kissed her hand in silent and submissive gratitude. Emma was very decided in thinking such an attachment no bad thing for her friend. Its tendency would be to raise and refine her mind, and it must be saving her from the danger of degradation. CHAPTER VIII. In this state of schemes and hopes and connivance, June opened upon Hartfield. To Highbury in general it brought no material change. The Eltins were still talking of a visit from the Sucklings and of the use to be made of their Baruch Landau, and Jane Fairfax was still at her grandmother's, and as the return of the Campbells from Ireland was again delayed, and August instead of Midsomer fixed for it, she was likely to remain there full two months longer, provided at least she were able to defeat Mrs. Elton's activity in her service, and save herself from being hurried into a delightful situation against her will. Mr. Knightley, who for some reason best known to himself, had certainly taken an early dislike to Frank Churchill, was only growing to dislike him more. He began to suspect him of some double dealing in his pursuit of Emma. That Emma was his object appeared indisputable, everything declared it. His own attentions, his father's hints, his mother-in-law's guarded silence. It was all in unison. Words, conduct, discretion, and indiscretion told the same story. But while so many were devoting him to Emma, and Emma herself making him over to Harriet, Mr. Knightley began to suspect him of some inclination to trifle with Jane Fairfax. He could not understand it. But there were symptoms of intelligence between them. He thought so at least—symptoms of admiration on his side, which, having once observed, he could not persuade himself to think entirely void of meaning, however he might wish to escape any of Emma's errors of imagination. She was not present when the suspicion first arose. He was dining with the Randall's family, and Jane at the Elton's, and he had seen a look, more than a single look, at Miss Fairfax, which from the admirer of Miss Woodhouse seemed somewhat out of place. When he was again in their company, he could not help remembering what he had seen, nor could he avoid observations which, unless it were like Cowper and his fire at twilight, myself creating what I saw, brought him yet stronger suspicion of there being a something of private liking, of private understanding even, between Frank Churchill and Jane. He walked up one day after dinner, as he very often did, to spend his evening at Hartfield. Emma and Harriet were going to walk. He joined them, and on returning they fell in with a larger party, who like themselves judged it wisest to take their exercise early, as the weather threatened rain. Mr. and Mrs. Weston and their son, Miss Bates and her niece, who had accidentally met. They all united, and on reaching Hartfield Gates, Emma, who knew it was exactly the sort of visiting that would be welcomed to her father, pressed them all to go in and drink tea with him. The Randall's party agreed to it immediately, and after a pretty long speech from Miss Bates, which few persons listened to, she also found it possible to accept dear Miss Woodhouse's most obliging invitation. As they were turning into the grounds, Mr. Perry passed by on horseback. The gentlemen spoke of his horse. "'By the by,' said Frank Churchill to Mrs. Weston presently, "'what became of Mr. Perry's plan of setting up his carriage?' Mrs. Weston looked surprised, and said, "'I did not know that he ever had any such plan.' "'Nay, I had it from you. You wrote me word a bit three months ago.' "'Me? Impossible. Indeed you did. I remember it perfectly. You met and mentioned it as what was certainly to be very soon. Mrs. Perry had told somebody, and was extremely happy about it. It was owing to her persuasion, as she thought his being out and bad weather did him a great deal of harm. You must remember it now.' "'Upon my word, I never heard of it till this moment.' "'Never? Really never? Bless me! How could it be? Then I must have dreamt it. But I was completely persuaded. Miss Smith, you walk as if you were tired. You will not be sorry to find yourself at home.' "'What is this? What is this?' cried Mr. Weston. "'About Perry in a carriage? Is Perry going to set up his carriage, Frank? I am glad he can afford it. You had it from himself, had you?' "'No, sir,' replied his son, laughing, "'I seem to have had it from nobody. Very odd. I really was persuaded of Mrs. Weston's having mentioned it in one of her letters to Enscom many weeks ago, with all these particulars. But as she declared she never heard a syllable of it before, of course it must have been a dream. I am a great dreamer. I dream of everybody at Highbury when I am away, and when I have gone through my particular friends, then I begin dreaming of Mr. and Mrs. Perry.' "'It is odd, though,' observed his father, that you should have had such a regular connected dream about people whom it was not very likely you should be thinking of at Enscom. Perry is setting up his carriage, and his wife is persuading him to it, out of care for his health. Just what will happen, I have no doubt, some time or other. Only a little premature. What an air of probability sometimes runs through a dream. And at others, what a heap of absurdities it is. Well, Frank, your dream suddenly shows that Highbury is in your thoughts when you are absent. Emma, you are a great dreamer, I think.' Emma was out of hearing. She had hurried on before her guests to prepare her father for their appearance, and was beyond the reach of Mr. Weston's hint. Why to own the truth? cried Miss Bates, who had been trying in vain to be her at the last two minutes. If I must speak on this subject, there is no denying that Mr. Frank Churchill might have—I do not mean to say he did not dream it. I am sure I have sometimes the oddest dreams in the world, but if I am questioned about it, I must acknowledge that there was such an idea last spring, for Mrs. Perry herself mentioned it to my mother, and the coals knew of it as well as ourselves. But it was quite a secret, known to nobody else, and only thought of about three days ago. Mrs. Perry was very anxious that he should have a carriage, and came to my mother in great spirits one morning, because she thought she had prevailed. Jane, don't you remember Grandma Mars telling us of it when we got home? I forget where we had been walking to. Very likely to Randalls. Yes, I think it was to Randalls. Mrs. Perry was always particularly fond of my mother. Indeed, I do not know who is not, and she had mentioned it to her in confidence. She had no objection to her telling us, of course, but it was not to go beyond, and from that day to this I never mentioned it to a soul that I know of. At the same time, I will not positively answer for my never having dropped a hint, because I know I do sometimes pop out a thing before I am aware. I am a talker, you know. I am rather a talker, and now and then I have let a thing escape me which I should not. I am not like Jane. I wish I were. I will answer for it she never betrayed the least thing in the world. Where is she? Oh, just behind. Perfectly remember Mrs. Perry's coming. Extraordinary dream indeed!" They were entering the hall. Mr. Knightley's eyes had preceded Miss Bates's in a glance at Jane. From Frank Churchill's face, where he thought he saw confusion, suppressed, or laughed away, he had involuntarily turned to hers, but she was indeed behind and too busy with her shawl. Mr. Weston had walked in. The other two gentlemen waited at the door to let her pass. Mr. Knightley suspected in Frank Churchill the determination of catching her eye, he seemed watching her intently. In vain, however, if it were so, Jane passed between them into the hall, and looked at neither. There was no time for farther remark or explanation. The dream must be borne with, and Mr. Knightley must take a seat with the rest round the large modern circular table which Emma had introduced at Hartfield, and which none but Emma could have had power to place there and persuade her father to use, instead of the small-sized pembroke on which two of his daily meals had, for forty years, been crowded. T. passed pleasantly, but nobody seemed in a hurry to move. "'Miss Woodhouse,' said Frank Churchill, after examining a table behind him, which you could reach as he sat. "'Have your nephews taken away their alphabets? Their box of letters. It used to stand here. Where is it? This is a sort of dull-looking evening that ought to be treated rather as winter than summer. We had great amusement with those letters one morning. I want to puzzle you again.'" Emma was pleased with the thought, and producing the box, the table was quickly scattered over with alphabets, which no one seemed so much disposed to employ as their two selves. They were rapidly forming words for each other, or for anybody else who would be puzzled. The quietness of the game made it particularly eligible for Mr. Woodhouse, who had often been distressed by the more animated sort, which Mr. Weston had occasionally introduced, and who now sat happily occupied in lamenting, with tender melancholy, over the departure of the poor little boys, or in fondly pointing out, as he took up any stray letter near him, how beautifully Emma had written it. Frank Churchill placed a word before Miss Fairfax. She gave a slight glance round the table, and applied herself to it. Frank was next to Emma, Jane opposite to them, and Mr. Knightley so placed us to see them all, and it was his object to see as much as he could, with as little apparent observation. The word was discovered, and with a faint smile pushed away. If meant to be immediately mixed with the others, and buried from sight, she should have looked on the table instead of looking just across, for it was not mixed, and Harriet, eager after every fresh word, and finding out none, directly took it up, and fell to work. She was sitting by Mr. Knightley and turned to him for help. The word was blunder, and as Harriet exultingly proclaimed it, there was a blush on Jane's cheek which gave it a meaning not otherwise ostensible. Mr. Knightley connected it with the dream. But how it could all be was beyond his comprehension. How the delicacy, the discretion of his favourite, could have been so lame asleep! He feared there must be some decided involvement. Disingenuousness and double-dealing seemed to meet him at every turn. These letters rebut the vehicle for gallantry and trick. It was child's play chosen to conceal a deeper game on Frank Churchill's part. With great indignation did he continue to observe him, with great alarm and distrust, to observe also his two blinded companions. He saw a short word prepared for Emma, and given to her with a look sly and demure. He saw that Emma had soon made it out, and found it highly entertaining, though it was something which he judged it proper to appear to censure, for she said, nonsense, for shame! He heard Frank Churchill next say, with a glance towards Jane, I will give it to her, shall I? and as clearly heard Emma opposing it with eager, laughing warmth. No, no, you must not! You shall not, indeed! It was done, however. This gallant young man, who seemed to love without feeling, and to recommend himself without complacence, directly handed over the word to Miss Fairfax, and with a particular degree of sedate civility, entreated her to study it. Mr. Knightley's excessive curiosity to know what this word might be, made him seize every possible moment for darting his eye towards it, and it was not long before he saw it to be Dixon. Jane Fairfax's perception seemed to accompany his. Her comprehension was certainly more equal to the covert meaning, the superior intelligence of those five letters so arranged. She was evidently displeased, looked up, and seeing herself watched, blushed more deeply than he had ever perceived her, and saying only, I did not know that proper names were allowed. Jane switched away the letters with an even angry spirit, and looked resolved to be engaged by no other word that could be offered. Her face was averted from those who had made the attack, and turned towards her aunt. I very true, my dear! cried the letter, though Jane had not spoken a word. I was just going to say the same thing. It is time for us to be going, indeed. The evening is closing in, and Grandma Ma will be looking for us. My dear sir, you are too obliging. We really must wish you good night." Jane's alertness and moving proved her as ready as her aunt had preconceived. She was immediately up, and wanting to quit the table, but so many were also moving that she could not get away, and Mr. Knightley thought he saw another collection of letters anxiously pushed towards her, and resolutely swept away by her, unexamined. She was afterwards looking for her shawl. Frank Churchill was looking also. It was growing dusk, and the room was in confusion. How they parted, Mr. Knightley could not tell. He remained at Hartfield after all the rest, his thoughts full of what he had seen, so full that when the candles came to assist his observations, he must, yes he certainly must, as a friend, an anxious friend, give Emma some hint, ask her some question. He could not see her in a situation of such danger, without trying to preserve her. It was his duty. "'Pray, Emma,' said he, "'may I ask in what lay the great amusement, the poignant sting of the last word given to you in despair facts? I saw the word, and am curious to know how it could be so very entertaining to the one, and so very distressing to the other.' Emma was extremely confused. She could not endure to give him the true explanation, for though her suspicions were by no means removed, she was really ashamed of having ever imparted them. "'Oh!' she cried in evident embarrassment. It all meant nothing, a mere joke among ourselves.' "'The joke,' he replied gravely, seemed confined to you and Mr. Churchill. He had hoped she would speak again, but she did not. She would rather busy herself about anything than speak. He sat a little while in doubt. A variety of evils crossed his mind. Interference, hopeless interference. Emma's confusion and the acknowledged intimacy seemed to declare her affection engaged. Yet he would speak. He owed it to her, to risk anything that might be involved in an unwelcome interference rather than her welfare, to encounter anything rather than the remembrance of neglect in such a cause. "'My dear Emma,' said he at last, with earnest kindness, "'do you think you perfectly understand the degree of acquaintance between the gentleman and lady we have been speaking of?' between Mr. Frank Churchill and Miss Fairfax. Oh, yes, perfectly. Why do you make a doubt of it? Have you never at any time had reason to think that he admired her, or that she admired him?' "'Never! Never!' she cried with the most open eagerness. Never for the twentieth part of a moment did such an idea occurred to me. And how could it possibly come into your head?' "'I have lately imagined that I saw symptoms of attachment between them. Certain expressive looks which I did not believe meant to be public.' "'Oh! you amuse me excessively. I am delighted to find that you can vouch save to let your imagination wander. But it will not do. Very sorry to check you in your first assay, but indeed it will not do. There is no admiration between them, I do assure you. And the appearances which have caught you have arisen from some peculiar circumstances, feelings rather of a totally different nature. It is impossible exactly to explain. There is a good deal of nonsense in it. But the part which is capable of being communicated, which is sense, is that they are as far from any attachment or admiration for one another as any two beings in the world can be. That is, I presume it to be so on her side, and I can answer for its being so on his. I will answer for the gentleman's indifference." She spoke with a confidence which staggered, with a satisfaction which silenced Mr. Knightley. She was in gay spirits, and would have prolonged the conversation, wanting to hear the particulars of his suspicions, every look described, and all the wares and hows of a circumstance which highly entertained her, but his gaiety did not meet hers. He found he could not be useful, and his feelings were too much irritated for talking. That he might not be irritated into an absolute fever, by the fire which Mr. Woodhouse's tender habits required almost every evening throughout the year, he soon afterwards took a hasty leave, and walked home to the coolness and solitude of Donwell Abbey.