Emma by Jane Austen (free ereaders txt) 📕

rain at all. Nothing to signify. I do not care for myself. Quite thick shoes. And Jane declares⁠—Well!⁠—(as soon as she was within the door) Well! This is brilliant indeed!⁠—This is admirable!⁠—Excellently contrived, upon my word. Nothing wanting. Could not have imagined it.⁠—So well lighted up!⁠—Jane, Jane, look!⁠—did you ever see anything? Oh! Mr. Weston, you must really have had Aladdin’s lamp. Good Mrs. Stokes would not know her own room again. I saw her as I came in; she was standing in the entrance. ‘Oh! Mrs. Stokes,’ said I⁠—but I had not time for more.” She was now met by Mrs. Weston.⁠—“Very well, I thank you, ma’am. I hope you are quite well. Very happy to hear it. So afraid you might have a headache!⁠—seeing you pass by so often, and knowing how much trouble you must have. Delighted to hear it indeed. Ah! dear Mrs. Elton, so obliged to you for the carriage!⁠—excellent time. Jane and I quite ready. Did not keep the horses a moment. Most comfortable carriage.⁠—Oh! and I am sure our thanks are due to you, Mrs. Weston, on that score. Mrs. Elton had most kindly sent Jane a note, or we should have been.⁠—But two such offers in one day!⁠—Never were such neighbours. I said to my mother, ‘Upon my word, ma’am⁠—.’ Thank you, my mother is remarkably well. Gone to Mr. Woodhouse’s. I made her take her shawl⁠—for the evenings are not warm⁠—her large new shawl⁠—Mrs. Dixon’s wedding-present.⁠—So kind of her to think of my mother! Bought at Weymouth, you know⁠—Mr. Dixon’s choice. There were three others, Jane says, which they hesitated about some time. Colonel Campbell rather preferred an olive. My dear Jane, are you sure you did not wet your feet?⁠—It was but a drop or two, but I am so afraid:⁠—but Mr. Frank Churchill was so extremely⁠—and there was a mat to step upon⁠—I shall never forget his extreme politeness.⁠—Oh! Mr. Frank Churchill, I must tell you my mother’s spectacles have never been in fault since; the rivet never came out again. My mother often talks of your good-nature. Does not she, Jane?⁠—Do not we often talk of Mr. Frank Churchill?⁠—Ah! here’s Miss Woodhouse.⁠—Dear Miss Woodhouse, how do you do?⁠—Very well I thank you, quite well. This is meeting quite in fairyland!⁠—Such a transformation!⁠—Must not compliment, I know (eyeing Emma most complacently)⁠—that would be rude⁠—but upon my word, Miss Woodhouse, you do look⁠—how do you like Jane’s hair?⁠—You are a judge.⁠—She did it all herself. Quite wonderful how she does her hair!⁠—No hairdresser from London I think could.⁠—Ah! Dr. Hughes I declare⁠—and Mrs. Hughes. Must go and speak to Dr. and Mrs. Hughes for a moment.⁠—How do you do? How do you do?⁠—Very well, I thank you. This is delightful, is not it?⁠—Where’s dear Mr. Richard?⁠—Oh! there he is. Don’t disturb him. Much better employed talking to the young ladies. How do you do, Mr. Richard?⁠—I saw you the other day as you rode through the town⁠—Mrs. Otway, I protest!⁠—and good Mr. Otway, and Miss Otway and Miss Caroline.⁠—Such a host of friends!⁠—and Mr. George and Mr. Arthur!⁠—How do you do? How do you all do?⁠—Quite well, I am much obliged to you. Never better.⁠—Don’t I hear another carriage?⁠—Who can this be?⁠—very likely the worthy Coles.⁠—Upon my word, this is charming to be standing about among such friends! And such a noble fire!⁠—I am quite roasted. No coffee, I thank you, for me⁠—never take coffee.⁠—A little tea if you please, sir, by and bye⁠—no hurry⁠—Oh! here it comes. Everything so good!”

Frank Churchill returned to his station by Emma; and as soon as Miss Bates was quiet, she found herself necessarily overhearing the discourse of Mrs. Elton and Miss Fairfax, who were standing a little way behind her.⁠—He was thoughtful. Whether he were overhearing too, she could not determine. After a good many compliments to Jane on her dress and look, compliments very quietly and properly taken, Mrs. Elton was evidently wanting to be complimented herself⁠—and it was, “How do you like my gown?⁠—How do you like my trimming?⁠—How has Wright done my hair?”⁠—with many other relative questions, all answered with patient politeness. Mrs. Elton then said, “Nobody can think less of dress in general than I do⁠—but upon such an occasion as this, when everybody’s eyes are so much upon me, and in compliment to the Westons⁠—who I have no doubt are giving this ball chiefly to do me honour⁠—I would not wish to be inferior to others. And I see very few pearls in the room except mine.⁠—So Frank Churchill is a capital dancer, I understand.⁠—We shall see if our styles suit.⁠—A fine young man certainly is Frank Churchill. I like him very well.”

At this moment Frank began talking so vigorously, that Emma could not but imagine he had overheard his own praises, and did not want to hear more;⁠—and the voices of the ladies were drowned for a while, till another suspension brought Mrs. Elton’s tones again distinctly forward.⁠—Mr. Elton had just joined them, and his wife was exclaiming,

“Oh! you have found us out at last, have you, in our seclusion?⁠—I was this moment telling Jane, I thought you would begin to be impatient for tidings of us.”

“Jane!”⁠—repeated Frank Churchill, with a look of surprise and displeasure.⁠—“That is easy⁠—but Miss Fairfax does not disapprove it, I suppose.”

“How do you like Mrs. Elton?” said Emma in a whisper.

“Not at all.”

“You are ungrateful.”

“Ungrateful!⁠—What do you mean?” Then changing from a frown to a smile⁠—“No, do not tell me⁠—I do not want to know what you mean.⁠—Where is my father?⁠—When are we to begin dancing?”

Emma could hardly understand him; he seemed in an odd humour. He walked off to find his father, but was quickly back again with both Mr. and Mrs. Weston. He had met with them in a little perplexity, which must be laid before Emma. It had just occurred to Mrs. Weston that Mrs. Elton must be asked to begin the ball; that she would expect it; which interfered with all their wishes of giving Emma that distinction.⁠—Emma heard the sad truth with fortitude.

“And what are we to do for a proper partner for her?” said Mr. Weston. “She will think Frank