Austen Said:

It must be a work of time to ascertain that no injury had been done to the spine;

The head had received a severe contusion, but he had seen greater injuries recovered from: he was by no means hopeless;

help nurse dear Miss Louisa.

She was a widow and poor. Her husband had been extravagant; and at his death, about two years before, had left his affairs dreadfully involved. She had had difficulties of every sort to contend with, and in addition to these distresses had been afflicted with a severe rheumatic fever, which, finally settling in her legs, had made her for the present a cripple. She had come to Bath on that account, and was now in lodgings near the hot baths, living in a very humble way, unable even to afford herself the comfort of a servant, and of course almost excluded from society.

the satisfaction which a visit from Miss Elliot would give Mrs Smith,

a pretty girl.

Mr. Tilney’s being a clergyman, and of a very respectable family in Gloucestershire.

it had been quite an agreeable surprise.

none had.

the lady of Thomas Palmer, Esq. was safely delivered of a son and heir;

his patient materially better. Her pulse was much stronger, and every symptom more favourable than on the preceding visit.

entirely out of danger.

Mr. Weston would never marry again. Oh dear, no! Mr. Weston, who had been a widower so long, and who seemed so perfectly comfortable without a wife, so constantly occupied either in his business in town or among his friends here, always acceptable wherever he went, always cheerful— Mr. Weston need not spend a single evening in the year alone if he did not like it. Oh no! Mr. Weston certainly would never marry again.

all the little Perrys being seen with a slice of Mrs. Weston's wedding-cake in their hands:

Harriet a beautiful girl,

"Might he be trusted with the commission, what infinite pleasure should he have in executing it! he could ride to London at any time. It was impossible to say how much he should be gratified by being employed on such an errand."

he was going on business which he would not put off for any inducement in the world; and something about a very enviable commission, and being the bearer of something exceedingly precious. Mr. Perry could not quite understand him, but he was very sure there must be a lady in the case, and he told him so; and Mr. Elton only looked very conscious and smiling, and rode off in great spirits.

containing,

a charade, which a friend of his had addressed to a young lady, the object of his admiration,

whether Mr. Woodhouse's party could be made up in the evening without him, or whether he should be in the smallest degree necessary at Hartfield. If he were, every thing else must give way; but otherwise his friend Cole had been saying so much about his dining with him— had made such a point of it, that he had promised him conditionally to come.

he had seen them go by, and had purposely followed them;

had been going to inquire, that he might carry some report of her to Hartfield—

he should call at Mrs. Goddard's for news of her fair friend, the last thing before he prepared for the happiness of meeting her again, when he hoped to be able to give a better report;

to refrain from visiting the sick-chamber again, for the present —

to promise him not to venture into such hazard till he had seen Mr. Perry and learnt his opinion;

availing himself of the precious opportunity,

sentiments which must be already well known,

ready to die if she refused him; but flattering himself that his ardent attachment and unequalled love and unexampled passion could not fail of having some effect,

her suspicion as most injurious,

his respect for Miss Smith as her friend,—

Miss Smith should be mentioned at all,—

Miss Gilbert was expected at her brother's, and must be invited with the rest.

Mrs. Gilbert would have danced the other evening, if she had been asked.

She was a little shocked at the want of two drawing rooms,

the poor attempt at rout-cakes, and there being no ice in the Highbury card-parties. Mrs. Bates, Mrs. Perry, Mrs. Goddard and others, were a good deal behind-hand in knowledge of the world, but she would soon shew them how every thing ought to be arranged. In the course of the spring she must return their civilities by one very superior party—in which her card-tables should be set out with their separate candles and unbroken packs in the true style—and more waiters engaged for the evening than their own establishment could furnish, to carry round the refreshments at exactly the proper hour, and in the proper order.

The post-office —catching cold— fetching letters —and friendship,

whether she had yet heard of any situation likely to suit her,

Mrs. Elton's meditated activity.

notice,

Her introductions and recommendations must all wait, and every projected party be still only talked of.

every thing need not be put off. Why should not they explore to Box Hill though the Sucklings did not come? They could go there again with them in the autumn.

to have no one preferred to herself.—

a most desirable situation, was in question. Mrs. Elton had received notice of it that morning, and was in raptures. It was not with Mrs. Suckling, it was not with Mrs. Bragge, but in felicity and splendour it fell short only of them: it was with a cousin of Mrs. Bragge, an acquaintance of Mrs. Suckling, a lady known at Maple Grove. Delightful, charming, superior, first circles, spheres, lines, ranks, every thing—

being authorised to write an acquiescence by the morrow's post.—

a messenger had come over from Richmond soon after the return of the party from Box Hill —which messenger, however, had been no more than was expected; and that Mr. Churchill had sent his nephew a few lines, containing, upon the whole, a tolerable account of Mrs. Churchill, and only wishing him not to delay coming back beyond the next morning early; but that Mr. Frank Churchill having resolved to go home directly, without waiting at all, and his horse seeming to have got a cold, Tom had been sent off immediately for the Crown chaise, and the ostler had stood out and seen it pass by, the boy going a good pace, and driving very steady.

In comparison with his brother, Edmund would have nothing to say. The soup would be sent round in a most spiritless manner, wine drank without any smiles or agreeable trifling, and the venison cut up without supplying one pleasant anecdote of any former haunch, or a single entertaining story, about "my friend such a one."

They could not act, they could not rehearse with any satisfaction without her. The comfort of the whole evening was destroyed. What was to be done?

Sir Thomas in the house!

nothing could be so easy,

it was the easiest game on the cards,