Mr. Weston had accompanied her to Mrs. Bates’s,and gone through his share of this essential attention most handsomely;but she having then induced Miss Fairfax to join her in an airing,was now returned with much more to say,and much more to say with satisfaction,than a quarter of an hour spent in Mrs.Bates’s parlour, with all the encumbrance of awkward feelings,could have afforded.
A little curiosity Emma had;and she made the most of it while her friend related.Mrs. Weston had set off to pay the visit in a good deal of agitation herself;and in the first place had wished not to go at all at present,to be allowed merely to write to Miss Fairfax instead,and to defer this ceremonious call till a little time had passed,and Mr. Churchill could be reconciled to the engagement’s becoming known;as, considering every thing,she thought such a visit could not be paid without leading to reports:—but Mr. Weston had thought differently;he was extremely anxious to shew his approbation to Miss Fairfax and her family, and did not conceive that any suspicion could be excited by it; or if it were, that it would be of any consequence; for “such things,” he observed, “always got about.” Emma smiled, and felt that Mr. Weston had very good reason for saying so. They had gone, in short—and very great had been the evident distress and confusion of the lady. She had hardly been able to speak a word, and every look and action had shewn how deeply she was suffering from consciousness. The quiet, heart-felt satisfaction of the old lady, and the rapturous delight of her daughter—who proved even too joyous to talk as usual, had been a gratifying, yet almost an affecting, scene. They were both so truly respectable in their happiness, so disinterested in every sensation; thought so much of Jane; so much of every body, and so little of themselves, that every kindly feeling was at work for them. Miss Fairfax’s recent illness had offered a fair plea for Mrs. Weston to invite her to an airing; she had drawn back and declined at first, but, on being pressed had yielded; and, in the course of their drive, Mrs. Weston had, by gentle encouragement, overcome so much of her embarrassment, as to bring her to converse on the important subject. Apologies for her seemingly ungracious silence in their first reception, and the warmest expressions of the gratitude she was always feeling towards herself and Mr. Weston, must necessarily open the cause; but when these effusions were put by, they had talked a good deal of the present and of the future state of the engagement. Mrs. Weston was convinced that such conversation must be the greatest relief to her companion, pent up within her own mind as every thing had so long been, and was very much pleased with all that she had said on the subject.
“On the misery of what she had suffered,during the concealment of so many months,” continued Mrs. Weston, “she was energetic.This was one of her expressions. ‘I will not say,that since I entered into the engagement I have not had some happy moments;but I can say, that I have never known the blessing of one tranquil hour:’—and the quivering lip, Emma, which uttered it,was an attestation that I felt at my heart.”
“Poor girl!” said Emma. “She thinks herself wrong, then,for having consented to a private engagement?”
“Wrong!No one, I believe, can blame her more than she is disposed to blame herself.‘The consequence,’ said she,‘has been a state of perpetual suffering to me;and so it ought. But after all the punishment that misconduct can bring,it is still not less misconduct. Pain is no expiation.I never can be blameless.I have been acting contrary to all my sense of right;and the fortunate turn that every thing has taken,and the kindness I am now receiving,is what my conscience tells me ought not to be.’ ‘Do not imagine, madam,’ she continued,‘that I was taught wrong.Do not let any reflection fall on the principles or the care of the friends who brought me up. The error has been all my own; and I do assure you that, with all the excuse that present circumstances may appear to give, I shall yet dread making the story known to Colonel Campbell.’”
“Poor girl!” said Emma again. “She loves him then excessively,I suppose. It must have been from attachment only,that she could be led to form the engagement.Her affection must have overpowered her judgment.”
“Yes, I have no doubt of her being extremely attached to him. ”
“I am afraid,” returned Emma, sighing,“that I must often have contributed to make her unhappy. ”
“On your side, my love, it was very innocently done.But she probably had something of that in her thoughts,when alluding to the misunderstandings which he had given us hints of before.One natural consequence of the evil she had involved herself in,” she said, “was that of making her _unreasonable_.The consciousness of having done amiss,had exposed her to a thousand inquietudes,and made her captious and irritable to a degree that must have been—that had been—hard for him to bear. ‘I did not make the allowances,’ said she, ‘which I ought to have done, for his temper and spirits—his delightful spirits, and that gaiety, that playfulness of disposition, which, under any other circumstances, would, I am sure, have been as constantly bewitching to me, as they were at first.’ She then began to speak of you, and of the great kindness you had shewn her during her illness; and with a blush which shewed me how it was all connected, desired me, whenever I had an opportunity, to thank you—I could not thank you too much—for every wish and every endeavour to do her good. She was sensible that you had never received any proper acknowledgment from herself.”
“If I did not know her to be happy now,” said Emma,seriously, “which, in spite of every little drawback from her scrupulous conscience, she must be, I could not bear these thanks;—for, oh!Mrs. Weston, if there were an account drawn up of the evil and the good I have done Miss Fairfax!—Well (checking herself, and trying to be more lively),this is all to be forgotten.You are very kind to bring me these interesting particulars.They shew her to the greatest advantage.I am sure she is very good—I hope she will be very happy.It is fit that the fortune should be on his side,for I think the merit will be all on hers.”
Such a conclusion could not pass unanswered by Mrs.Weston. She thought well of Frank in almost every respect;and, what was more, she loved him very much,and her defence was, therefore, earnest.She talked with a great deal of reason,and at least equal affection—but she had too much to urge for Emma’s attention;it was soon gone to Brunswick Square or to Donwell;she forgot to attempt to listen; and when Mrs.Weston ended with, “We have not yet had the letter we are so anxious for,you know, but I hope it will soon come,” she was obliged to pause before she answered,and at last obliged to answer at random,before she could at all recollect what letter it was which they were so anxious for.
“Are you well, my Emma?” was Mrs. Weston’s parting question.
“Oh!perfectly. I am always well, you know.Be sure to give me intelligence of the letter as soon as possible. ”