“Jane, Jane, my dear Jane, where are you?—Here is your tippet. Mrs.Weston begs you to put on your tippet.She says she is afraid there will be draughts in the passage,though every thing has been done—One door nailed up—Quantities of matting—My dear Jane, indeed you must. Mr. Churchill, oh!you are too obliging!How well you put it on!—so gratified!Excellent dancing indeed!—Yes, my dear, I ran home, as I said I should,to help grandmama to bed, and got back again,and nobody missed me.—I set off without saying a word,just as I told you. Grandmama was quite well,had a charming evening with Mr. Woodhouse,a vast deal of chat,and backgammon.—Tea was made downstairs,biscuits and baked apples and wine before she came away:amazing luck in some of her throws:and she inquired a great deal about you,how you were amused, and who were your partners. ‘Oh!’ said I, ‘I shall not forestall Jane;I left her dancing with Mr. George Otway;she will love to tell you all about it herself to-morrow:her first partner was Mr. Elton,I do not know who will ask her next, perhaps Mr.William Cox.’ My dear sir,you are too obliging.—Is there nobody you would not rather?—I am not helpless. Sir, you are most kind.Upon my word, Jane on one arm, and me on the other!—Stop, stop, let us stand a little back, Mrs.Elton is going; dear Mrs. Elton, how elegant she looks!—Beautiful lace!—Now we all follow in her train.Quite the queen of the evening!—Well, here we are at the passage. Two steps, Jane,take care of the two steps. Oh!no, there is but one. Well,I was persuaded there were two. How very odd!I was convinced there were two, and there is but one.I never saw any thing equal to the comfort and style—Candles everywhere.—I was telling you of your grandmama, Jane,—There was a little disappointment.—The baked apples and biscuits, excellent in their way, you know; but there was a delicate fricassee of sweetbread and some asparagus brought in at first, and good Mr. Woodhouse, not thinking the asparagus quite boiled enough, sent it all out again. Now there is nothing grandmama loves better than sweetbread and asparagus—so she was rather disappointed, but we agreed we would not speak of it to any body, for fear of its getting round to dear Miss Woodhouse, who would be so very much concerned!—Well, this is brilliant!I am all amazement!could not have supposed any thing!—Such elegance and profusion!—I have seen nothing like it since—Well, where shall we sit?where shall we sit?Anywhere, so that Jane is not in a draught.Where _I_ sit is of no consequence. Oh!do you recommend this side?—Well, I am sure, Mr.Churchill—only it seems too good—but just as you please.What you direct in this house cannot be wrong.Dear Jane, how shall we ever recollect half the dishes for grandmama?Soup too!Bless me!I should not be helped so soon,but it smells most excellent,and I cannot help beginning.”
Emma had no opportunity of speaking to Mr.Knightley till after supper; but,when they were all in the ballroom again,her eyes invited him irresistibly to come to her and be thanked.He was warm in his reprobation of Mr. Elton’s conduct;it had been unpardonable rudeness; and Mrs.Elton’s looks also received the due share of censure.
“They aimed at wounding more than Harriet,” said he.“Emma, why is it that they are your enemies?”
He looked with smiling penetration; and,on receiving no answer, added,“_She_ ought not to be angry with you, I suspect,whatever he may be.—To that surmise, you say nothing,of course; but confess, Emma,that you did want him to marry Harriet.”
“I did,” replied Emma, “and they cannot forgive me.”
He shook his head; but there was a smile of indulgence with it, and he only said,
“I shall not scold you.I leave you to your own reflections.”
“Can you trust me with such flatterers?—Does my vain spirit ever tell me I am wrong?”
“Not your vain spirit,but your serious spirit.—If one leads you wrong,I am sure the other tells you of it.”
“I do own myself to have been completely mistaken in Mr.Elton. There is a littleness about him which you discovered,and which I did not:and I was fully convinced of his being in love with Harriet.It was through a series of strange blunders!”
“And, in return for your acknowledging so much,I will do you the justice to say,that you would have chosen for him better than he has chosen for himself.—Harriet Smith has some first-rate qualities, which Mrs. Elton is totally without. An unpretending, single-minded, artless girl—infinitely to be preferred by any man of sense and taste to such a woman as Mrs. Elton. I found Harriet more conversable than I expected.”
Emma was extremely gratified.—They were interrupted by the bustle of Mr.Weston calling on every body to begin dancing again.
“Come Miss Woodhouse, Miss Otway, Miss Fairfax,what are you all doing?—Come Emma, set your companions the example. Every body is lazy!Every body is asleep!”
“I am ready,” said Emma, “whenever I am wanted.”
“Whom are you going to dance with?” asked Mr. Knightley.
She hesitated a moment, and then replied, “With you,if you will ask me.”
“Will you?” said he, offering his hand.
“Indeed I will. You have shewn that you can dance,and you know we are not really so much brother and sister as to make it at all improper.”
“Brother and sister!no, indeed.”
CHAPTER III
This little explanation with Mr.Knightley gave Emma considerable pleasure.It was one of the agreeable recollections of the ball,which she walked about the lawn the next morning to enjoy.—She was extremely glad that they had come to so good an understanding respecting the Eltons, and that their opinions of both husband and wife were so much alike; and his praise of Harriet, his concession in her favour, was peculiarly gratifying. The impertinence of the Eltons, which for a few minutes had threatened to ruin the rest of her evening, had been the occasion of some of its highest satisfactions; and she looked forward to another happy result—the cure of Harriet’s infatuation.—From Harriet’s manner of speaking of the circumstance before they quitted the ballroom, she had strong hopes. It seemed as if her eyes were suddenly opened, and she were enabled to see that Mr. Elton was not the superior creature she had believed him. The fever was over, and Emma could harbour little fear of the pulse being quickened again by injurious courtesy. She depended on the evil feelings of the Eltons for supplying all the discipline of pointed neglect that could be farther requisite.—Harriet rational, Frank Churchill not too much in love, and Mr. Knightley not wanting to quarrel with her, how very happy a summer must be before her!
She was not to see Frank Churchill this morning.He had told her that he could not allow himself the pleasure of stopping at Hartfield, as he was to be at home by the middle of the day. She did not regret it.
Having arranged all these matters, looked them through,and put them all to rights,she was just turning to the house with spirits freshened up for the demands of the two little boys, as well as of their grandpapa, when the great iron sweep-gate opened, and two persons entered whom she had never less expected to see together—Frank Churchill, with Harriet leaning on his arm—actually Harriet!—A moment sufficed to convince her that something extraordinary had happened.Harriet looked white and frightened,and he was trying to cheer her.—The iron gates and the front-door were not twenty yards asunder;—they were all three soon in the hall, and Harriet immediately sinking into a chair fainted away.
A young lady who faints, must be recovered;questions must be answered, and surprizes be explained.Such events are very interesting,but the suspense of them cannot last long.A few minutes made Emma acquainted with the whole.