Austen Said:

to be still frequently coming to look;

any thing less would certainly have been too little in a lover;

and he was ready at the smallest intermission of the pencil, to jump up and see the progress, and be charmed.

There was no want of likeness, she had been fortunate in the attitude,

a little improvement to the figure, to give a little more height, and considerably more elegance,

its being in every way a pretty drawing at last, and

its filling its destined place with credit to them both —a standing memorial of the beauty of one, the skill of the other, and the friendship of both; with as many other agreeable associations as Mr. Elton's very promising attachment was likely to add.

"He was too good!—she could not endure the thought!—she would not give him such a troublesome office for the world,"—

she could so pack it as to ensure its safety without much incommoding him,

Mr. Martin had been there an hour before, and finding she was not at home, nor particularly expected, had left a little parcel for her from one of his sisters, and gone away; and on opening this parcel, she had actually found, besides the two songs which she had lent Elizabeth to copy, a letter to herself; and this letter was from him, from Mr. Martin, and contained a direct proposal of marriage.

"Who could have thought it? She was so surprized she did not know what to do. Yes, quite a proposal of marriage; and a very good letter, at least she thought so. And he wrote as if he really loved her very much— but she did not know —and so, she was come as fast as she could to ask Miss Woodhouse what she should do.—"

The style of the letter was much above her expectation. There were not merely no grammatical errors, but as a composition it would not have disgraced a gentleman; the language, though plain, was strong and unaffected, and the sentiments it conveyed very much to the credit of the writer. It was short, but expressed good sense, warm attachment, liberality, propriety, even delicacy of feeling.

the bewitching flattery of that letter might be too powerful, she thought it best to say,

"very true; and it would be a small consolation to her, for the clownish manner which might be offending her every hour of the day, to know that her husband could write a good letter."

there would be no difficulty in the answer,

its being written directly,

the idea of making him unhappy,

what his mother and sisters would think and say,

they should not fancy her ungrateful,

if the young man had come in her way at that moment, he would have been accepted after all.

The business was finished, and Harriet safe.

wondering that people should like her so much.

it best in every respect, safest and kindest, to keep her with them as much as possible just at present.

herself a better judge of such a point of female right and refinement than he could be;

The possibility of the young man's coming to Mrs. Goddard's that morning, and meeting with Harriet and pleading his own cause,

let Mr. Knightley think or say what he would, she had done nothing which woman's friendship and woman's feelings would not justify.

Mr. Knightley could not have observed him as she had done, neither with the interest, nor (she must be allowed to tell herself, in spite of Mr. Knightley's pretensions) with the skill of such an observer on such a question as herself,

he had spoken it hastily and in anger, she was able to believe, that he had rather said what he wished resentfully to be true, than what he knew any thing about.

He certainly might have heard Mr. Elton speak with more unreserve than she had ever done, and Mr. Elton might not be of an imprudent, inconsiderate disposition as to money matters; he might naturally be rather attentive than otherwise to them; but then, Mr. Knightley did not make due allowance for the influence of a strong passion at war with all interested motives. Mr. Knightley saw no such passion, and of course thought nothing of its effects; but she saw too much of it to feel a doubt of its overcoming any hesitations that a reasonable prudence might originally suggest; and more than a reasonable, becoming degree of prudence, she was very sure did not belong to Mr. Elton.

Miss Nash had told her all this, and had talked a great deal more about Mr. Elton; and said, looking so very significantly at her,

Mr. Martin's being no otherwise remembered, than as he furnished a contrast with Mr. Elton, of the utmost advantage to the latter.

to contribute any really good enigmas, charades, or conundrums that he might recollect;

they had transcribed it some pages ago already.

There was deep consciousness about him, and he found it easier to meet her eye than her friend's.

the consciousness of having made a push —of having thrown a die;

he was come to see how it might turn up.

thanked him, but could not allow of his disappointing his friend on their account; her father was sure of his rubber.

could only class it, as a proof of love, with Mr. Elton's seeing ready wit in her.

to have the goodness to walk on, and she would follow in half a minute.

at least getting Harriet into the house,

it had been the occasion of much present enjoyment to both, and must be leading them forward to the great event.

She would keep the peace if possible; and there was something honourable and valuable in the strong domestic habits, the all-sufficiency of home to himself, whence resulted her brother's disposition to look down on the common rate of social intercourse, and those to whom it was important.—It had a high claim to forbearance.

they might now become friends again.

it was time to make up. Making-up indeed would not do. She certainly had not been in the wrong, and he would never own that he had. Concession must be out of the question; but it was time to appear to forget that they had ever quarrelled;

they were friends again;

he would not talk of it,

they might in one of the carriages find room for Harriet also.

how much Mr. Elton's would be depressed when he knew her state;

his having a most comfortless visit, and

their all missing her very much.