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Emma, in the meanwhile, could not be satisfied without a dinner at Hartfield for the Eltons. They must not do less than others, or she should be exposed to odious suspicions, and imagined capable of pitiful resentment.
After Emma had talked about it for ten minutes, Mr. Woodhouse felt no unwillingness, and only
made the usual stipulation of
with the usual regular difficulty of deciding who should do it for him.
The persons to be invited, required little thought.
but this invitation was not given with equal satisfaction, and on many accounts Emma was particularly pleased by Harriet's begging to be allowed to decline it.
It was precisely what Emma would have wished, had she deemed it possible enough for wishing. She was delighted with the fortitude of her little friend —for fortitude she knew it was in her to give up being in company and stay at home; and she could now invite the very person whom she really wanted to make the eighth, Jane Fairfax.— Since her last conversation with Mrs. Weston and Mr. Knightley, she was more conscience-stricken about Jane Fairfax than she had often been.—Mr. Knightley's words dwelt with her.
He had said that
said she,
Every invitation was successful. They were all disengaged and all happy.—The preparatory interest of this dinner, however, was not yet over. A circumstance rather unlucky occurred. The two eldest little Knightleys were engaged to pay their grandpapa and aunt a visit of some weeks in the spring, and their papa now proposed bringing them, and staying one whole day at Hartfield— which one day would be the very day of this party.—His professional engagements did not allow of his being put off, but both father and daughter were disturbed by its happening so.
Mr. Woodhouse considered
and
Emma apprehended that
She comforted her father
better than she could comfort herself,
by representing that
She thought it in reality a sad exchange for herself, to have him with his grave looks and reluctant conversation opposed to her instead of his brother.
The event was more favourable to Mr. Woodhouse than to Emma. John Knightley came; but
Mr. Weston
Mr. Woodhouse was quite at ease; and the seeing him so, with the arrival of the little boys and the philosophic composure of her brother on hearing his fate, removed the chief of even Emma's vexation.
The day came, the party were punctually assembled, and Mr. John Knightley seemed early to devote himself to the business of being agreeable. Instead of drawing his brother off to a window while they waited for dinner, he was talking to Miss Fairfax.
he looked at in silence— wanting
He had met her before breakfast as he was returning from a walk with his little boys, when it had been just beginning to rain. It was natural to have some civil hopes on the subject, and he said,
said she,
Mr. John Knightley smiled, and replied,
There was a little blush, and then this answer,
replied he coolly.
said John Knightley,
It was kindly said, and very far from giving offence. A pleasant
seemed meant to laugh it off, but a blush, a quivering lip, a tear in the eye, shewed that it was felt beyond a laugh. Her attention was now claimed by Mr. Woodhouse, who being, according to his custom on such occasions, making the circle of his guests, and paying his particular compliments to the ladies, was ending with her—and with all his mildest urbanity, said,
The kind-hearted, polite old man might then sit down and
feel that
By this time, the walk in the rain had reached Mrs. Elton, and her remonstrances now opened upon Jane.
Jane very patiently assured her that
said Mrs. Weston kindly and persuasively,
eagerly rejoined Mrs. Elton.
and nodding significantly—
said Jane;
(laughing affectedly)
said Jane earnestly,
Jane looked as if she did not mean to be conquered; but instead of answering, she began speaking again to Mr. John Knightley.
said she.—
continued he, smiling,
were farther talked of,
and the usual observations made.
said John Knightley,
said his brother hesitatingly,
said Mr. Woodhouse;
with half a sigh and half a smile at her.