Austen Said:

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.

'Nobody was ever so fortunate as herself!'

'there was no occasion to trouble us, for Mr. Knightley's carriage had brought, and was to take them home again.'

'So very kind and obliging!—But he always had been such a very kind neighbour!'

'Not that it was such a very old petticoat either—for still it would last a great while—and, indeed, she must thankfully say that their petticoats were all very strong.'"

he could listen to her for ever.

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.

how much taste you had;

he valued taste much more than execution."

whether she would get into any great family.

what they had told her,

if I thought I should go and stay there again next summer."

he was very agreeable the day he dined there. He sat by her at dinner.

either of the Coxes would be very glad to marry him."

she was going to call on the Bateses, in order to hear the new instrument.

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.

every body ought to have two pair of spectacles;

she thought the kitchen chimney wanted sweeping.

the orchard was always famous in her younger days.

I had made him believe we had a great many left.

their being all sent away.

her master should not be able to have another apple-tart this spring. He told Patty this, but

not mind it, and be sure not to say any thing to us about it, for Mrs. Hodges would be cross sometimes, and as long as so many sacks were sold, it did not signify who ate the remainder.

she had not yet possessed the instrument long enough to touch it without emotion; she must reason herself into the power of performance;

the pianoforte,

to be altogether of the highest promise.

to play something more.

This amiable, upright, perfect Jane Fairfax was apparently cherishing very reprehensible feelings.