Austen Said:

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.

In so large a party it was not necessary that Emma should approach her. She did not wish to speak of the pianoforte, she felt too much in the secret herself, to think the appearance of curiosity or interest fair, and therefore purposely kept at a distance; but by the others, the subject was almost immediately introduced, and she saw the blush of consciousness with which congratulations were received, the blush of guilt which accompanied the name of

"my excellent friend Colonel Campbell."

Mrs. Weston, kind-hearted and musical, was particularly interested by the circumstance, and Emma could not help being amused at her perseverance in dwelling on the subject; and having so much to ask and to say as to tone, touch, and pedal, totally unsuspicious of that wish of saying as little about it as possible, which she plainly read in the fair heroine's countenance.

They were soon joined by some of the gentlemen; and the very first of the early was Frank Churchill. In he walked, the first and the handsomest; and after paying his compliments en passant to Miss Bates and her niece, made his way directly to the opposite side of the circle, where sat Miss Woodhouse; and till he could find a seat by her, would not sit at all.

Emma divined

what every body present must be thinking. She was his object, and every body must perceive it.

She introduced him to her friend, Miss Smith, and, at convenient moments afterwards, heard what each thought of the other.

"He had never seen so lovely a face, and was delighted with her naivete."

And she,

"Only to be sure it was paying him too great a compliment, but she did think there were some looks a little like Mr. Elton."

Emma restrained her indignation, and only turned from her in silence.

Smiles of intelligence passed between her and the gentleman on first glancing towards Miss Fairfax; but it was most prudent to avoid speech.

He told her that

he had been impatient to leave the dining-room— hated sitting long —was always the first to move when he could—

that

his father, Mr. Knightley, Mr. Cox, and Mr. Cole, were left very busy over parish business—

that

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;

and spoke so handsomely of Highbury altogether— thought it

so abundant in agreeable families

—that Emma began to feel she had been used to despise the place rather too much.

She questioned him as to

the society in Yorkshire —the extent of the neighbourhood about Enscombe, and the sort;

and could make out from

his answers that,

as far as Enscombe was concerned, there was very little going on,

that

their visitings were among a range of great families, none very near; and

that

even when days were fixed, and invitations accepted, it was an even chance that Mrs. Churchill were not in health and spirits for going;

that

they made a point of visiting no fresh person; and

that,

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.

She saw that

Enscombe could not satisfy, and

that

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,

and on her laughing and noticing it,

he owned that

he believed (excepting one or two points) he could with time persuade her to any thing.

One of those points on which his influence failed,

he then mentioned.

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 said,

he was beginning to have no longer the same wish.

The unpersuadable point, which he did not mention, Emma guessed to be good behaviour to his father.