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There was certainly no harm in his travelling sixteen miles twice over on such an errand; but there was an air of foppery and nonsense in it which she could not approve. It did not accord with the rationality of plan, the moderation in expense, or even the unselfish warmth of heart, which
to discern in him yesterday. Vanity, extravagance, love of change, restlessness of temper, which must be doing something, good or bad; heedlessness as to the pleasure of his father and Mrs. Weston, indifferent as to how his conduct might appear in general; he became liable to all these charges.
Frank admired her extremely —thought her very beautiful and very charming;
The regular and best families
they would presume to invite— neither Donwell, nor Hartfield, nor Randalls. Nothing should tempt her to go, if they did; and she regretted that her father's known habits would be giving her refusal less meaning than she could wish. The Coles were very respectable in their way, but they ought to be taught that it was not for them to arrange the terms on which the superior families would visit them. This lesson, she very much feared, they would receive only from herself; she had little hope of Mr. Knightley, none of Mr. Weston.
she should like to have had the power of refusal;
she did not know that she might not have been tempted to accept.
Might not the evening end in a dance?
what they advised her to do,
considering every thing, she was not absolutely without inclination for the party. The Coles expressed themselves so properly— there was so much real attention in the manner of it —so much consideration for her father.
how certainly Mrs. Goddard, if not Mrs. Bates, might be depended on for bearing him company—
As for his going, Emma did not wish him to think it possible, the hours would be too late, and the party too numerous.
There she sat— and who would have guessed how many tears she had been lately shedding?
To be in company, nicely dressed herself and seeing others nicely dressed, to sit and smile and look pretty, and say nothing, was enough for the happiness of the present hour.
Jane Fairfax did look and move superior; but Emma suspected she might have been glad to change feelings with Harriet, very glad to have purchased the mortification of having loved— yes, of having loved even Mr. Elton in vain— by the surrender of all the dangerous pleasure of knowing herself beloved by the husband of her friend.
what every body present must be thinking. She was his object, and every body must perceive it.
he had been impatient to leave the dining-room— hated sitting long —was always the first to move when he could—
his father, Mr. Knightley, Mr. Cox, and Mr. Cole, were left very busy over parish business—
as long as he had staid, however, it had been pleasant enough, as he had found them in general a set of gentlemanlike, sensible men;
so abundant in agreeable families
the society in Yorkshire —the extent of the neighbourhood about Enscombe, and the sort;
as far as Enscombe was concerned, there was very little going on,
their visitings were among a range of great families, none very near; and
even when days were fixed, and invitations accepted, it was an even chance that Mrs. Churchill were not in health and spirits for going;
they made a point of visiting no fresh person; and
though he had his separate engagements, it was not without difficulty, without considerable address at times, that he could get away, or introduce an acquaintance for a night.
Enscombe could not satisfy, and
Highbury, taken at its best, might reasonably please a young man who had more retirement at home than he liked. His importance at Enscombe was very evident. He did not boast, but it naturally betrayed itself, that he had persuaded his aunt where his uncle could do nothing,
he believed (excepting one or two points) he could with time persuade her to any thing.
He had wanted very much to go abroad—— had been very eager indeed to be allowed to travel—— but she would not hear of it. This had happened the year before. Now,
he was beginning to have no longer the same wish.
he knew nothing of the matter, and had no voice at all,
She could see nothing but evil in it.
It would be a great disappointment to Mr. John Knightley; consequently to Isabella. A real injury to the children— a most mortifying change, and material loss to them all;—a very great deduction from her father's daily comfort—and, as to herself, she could not at all endure the idea of Jane Fairfax at Donwell Abbey. A Mrs. Knightley for them all to give way to!—No —Mr. Knightley must never marry. Little Henry must remain the heir of Donwell.
This would be a trial. He was no dancer in general. If he were to be very alert in engaging Jane Fairfax now, it might augur something. There was no immediate appearance. No; he was talking to Mrs. Cole— he was looking on unconcerned; Jane was asked by somebody else, and he was still talking to Mrs. Cole.
She must have delighted the Coles— worthy people, who deserved to be made happy!—And left a name behind her that would not soon die away.
It was hardly right; but it had been so strong an idea, that it would escape her, and his submission to all that she told, was a compliment to her penetration, which made it difficult for her to be quite certain that she ought to have held her tongue.
what they had told her,
if she wanted plain muslin it was of no use to look at figured; and
a blue ribbon, be it ever so beautiful, would still never match her yellow pattern.
she had not yet possessed the instrument long enough to touch it without emotion; she must reason herself into the power of performance;
to play something more.
This amiable, upright, perfect Jane Fairfax was apparently cherishing very reprehensible feelings.
it really time to be at home; the visit had already lasted long;
the dance begun at Mr. Cole's should be finished there —
the same party should be collected, and the same musician engaged,
Had she intended ever to marry him, it might have been worth while to pause and consider, and try to understand the value of his preference, and the character of his temper; but for all the purposes of their acquaintance, he was quite amiable enough.
had already written to Enscombe to propose staying a few days beyond his fortnight, which could not possibly be refused.
for a few days they must be planning, proceeding and hoping in uncertainty —at the risk —
the great risk, of its being all in vain.