“No—he should not eat. He was not hungry;it would only make him hotter.” In two minutes,however, he relented in his own favour;and muttering something about spruce-beer, walked off.Emma returned all her attention to her father, saying in secret—
“I am glad I have done being in love with him.I should not like a man who is so soon discomposed by a hot morning.Harriet’s sweet easy temper will not mind it.”
He was gone long enough to have had a very comfortable meal,and came back all the better—grown quite cool—and,with good manners, like himself—able to draw a chair close to them,take an interest in their employment; and regret,in a reasonable way, that he should be so late.He was not in his best spirits,but seemed trying to improve them; and, at last,made himself talk nonsense very agreeably.They were looking over views in Swisserland.
“As soon as my aunt gets well, I shall go abroad,” said he. “I shall never be easy till I have seen some of these places.You will have my sketches, some time or other,to look at—or my tour to read—or my poem.I shall do something to expose myself.”
“That may be—but not by sketches in Swisserland.You will never go to Swisserland.Your uncle and aunt will never allow you to leave England. ”
“They may be induced to go too.A warm climate may be prescribed for her.I have more than half an expectation of our all going abroad.I assure you I have. I feel a strong persuasion,this morning, that I shall soon be abroad.I ought to travel. I am tired of doing nothing.I want a change. I am serious, Miss Woodhouse,whatever your penetrating eyes may fancy—I am sick of England—and would leave it to-morrow, if I could.”
“You are sick of prosperity and indulgence.Cannot you invent a few hardships for yourself,and be contented to stay?”
“_I_ sick of prosperity and indulgence!You are quite mistaken.I do not look upon myself as either prosperous or indulged.I am thwarted in every thing material.I do not consider myself at all a fortunate person.”
“You are not quite so miserable, though,as when you first came.Go and eat and drink a little more,and you will do very well. Another slice of cold meat,another draught of Madeira and water,will make you nearly on a par with the rest of us.”
“No—I shall not stir. I shall sit by you.You are my best cure.”
“We are going to Box Hill to-morrow;—you will join us.It is not Swisserland,but it will be something for a young man so much in want of a change.You will stay, and go with us?”
“No, certainly not; I shall go home in the cool of the evening. ”
“But you may come again in the cool of to-morrow morning. ”
“No—It will not be worth while. If I come, I shall be cross.”
“Then pray stay at Richmond.”
“But if I do, I shall be crosser still.I can never bear to think of you all there without me.”
“These are difficulties which you must settle for yourself.Chuse your own degree of crossness.I shall press you no more.”
The rest of the party were now returning,and all were soon collected.With some there was great joy at the sight of Frank Churchill;others took it very composedly;but there was a very general distress and disturbance on Miss Fairfax’s disappearance being explained. That it was time for every body to go, concluded the subject; and with a short final arrangement for the next day’s scheme, they parted. Frank Churchill’s little inclination to exclude himself increased so much, that his last words to Emma were,
“Well;—if _you_ wish me to stay and join the party, I will.”
She smiled her acceptance;and nothing less than a summons from Richmond was to take him back before the following evening.
CHAPTER VII
They had a very fine day for Box Hill;and all the other outward circumstances of arrangement,accommodation, and punctuality,were in favour of a pleasant party. Mr.Weston directed the whole,officiating safely between Hartfield and the Vicarage,and every body was in good time.Emma and Harriet went together;Miss Bates and her niece, with the Eltons;the gentlemen on horseback. Mrs.Weston remained with Mr. Woodhouse.Nothing was wanting but to be happy when they got there.Seven miles were travelled in expectation of enjoyment,and every body had a burst of admiration on first arriving;but in the general amount of the day there was deficiency.There was a languor, a want of spirits,a want of union, which could not be got over.They separated too much into parties.The Eltons walked together; Mr.Knightley took charge of Miss Bates and Jane;and Emma and Harriet belonged to Frank Churchill.And Mr. Weston tried, in vain,to make them harmonise better.It seemed at first an accidental division,but it never materially varied. Mr. and Mrs. Elton,indeed, shewed no unwillingness to mix,and be as agreeable as they could;but during the two whole hours that were spent on the hill,there seemed a principle of separation,between the other parties,too strong for any fine prospects,or any cold collation, or any cheerful Mr. Weston, to remove.
At first it was downright dulness to Emma.She had never seen Frank Churchill so silent and stupid.He said nothing worth hearing—looked without seeing—admired without intelligence—listened without knowing what she said. While he was so dull, it was no wonder that Harriet should be dull likewise; and they were both insufferable.
When they all sat down it was better;to her taste a great deal better,for Frank Churchill grew talkative and gay,making her his first object.Every distinguishing attention that could be paid,was paid to her. To amuse her,and be agreeable in her eyes,seemed all that he cared for—and Emma,glad to be enlivened, not sorry to be flattered,was gay and easy too,and gave him all the friendly encouragement,the admission to be gallant,which she had ever given in the first and most animating period of their acquaintance; but which now, in her own estimation, meant nothing, though in the judgment of most people looking on it must have had such an appearance as no English word but flirtation could very well describe. “Mr. Frank Churchill and Miss Woodhouse flirted together excessively.” They were laying themselves open to that very phrase—and to having it sent off in a letter to Maple Grove by one lady, to Ireland by another. Not that Emma was gay and thoughtless from any real felicity; it was rather because she felt less happy than she had expected. She laughed because she was disappointed; and though she liked him for his attentions, and thought them all, whether in friendship, admiration, or playfulness, extremely judicious, they were not winning back her heart. She still intended him for her friend.
“How much I am obliged to you,” said he,“for telling me to come to-day!—If it had not been for you,I should certainly have lost all the happiness of this party.I had quite determined to go away again.”
“Yes, you were very cross; and I do not know what about,except that you were too late for the best strawberries.I was a kinder friend than you deserved.But you were humble.You begged hard to be commanded to come.”
“Don’t say I was cross. I was fatigued.The heat overcame me.”
“It is hotter to-day.”
“Not to my feelings. I am perfectly comfortable to-day.”
“You are comfortable because you are under command.”
“Your command?—Yes.”
“Perhaps I intended you to say so,but I meant self-command. You had, somehow or other,broken bounds yesterday,and run away from your own management;but to-day you are got back again—and as I cannot be always with you,it is best to believe your temper under your own command rather than mine. ”
“It comes to the same thing.I can have no self-command without a motive.You order me, whether you speak or not.And you can be always with me. You are always with me.”
“Dating from three o’clock yesterday.My perpetual influence could not begin earlier,or you would not have been so much out of humour before. ”