Emma by Jane Austen (free ereaders txt) 📕

peace of mind, to crown every warmer, but more agitating, delight, should be hers.

She soon resolved, equally as a duty and a pleasure, to employ half an hour of this holiday of spirits in calling on Miss Fairfax.⁠—She ought to go⁠—and she was longing to see her; the resemblance of their present situations increasing every other motive of goodwill. It would be a secret satisfaction; but the consciousness of a similarity of prospect would certainly add to the interest with which she should attend to anything Jane might communicate.

She went⁠—she had driven once unsuccessfully to the door, but had not been into the house since the morning after Box Hill, when poor Jane had been in such distress as had filled her with compassion, though all the worst of her sufferings had been unsuspected.⁠—The fear of being still unwelcome, determined her, though assured of their being at home, to wait in the passage, and send up her name.⁠—She heard Patty announcing it; but no such bustle succeeded as poor Miss Bates had before made so happily intelligible.⁠—No; she heard nothing but the instant reply of, “Beg her to walk up;”⁠—and a moment afterwards she was met on the stairs by Jane herself, coming eagerly forward, as if no other reception of her were felt sufficient.⁠—Emma had never seen her look so well, so lovely, so engaging. There was consciousness, animation, and warmth; there was everything which her countenance or manner could ever have wanted.⁠—She came forward with an offered hand; and said, in a low, but very feeling tone,

“This is most kind, indeed!⁠—Miss Woodhouse, it is impossible for me to express⁠—I hope you will believe⁠—Excuse me for being so entirely without words.”

Emma was gratified, and would soon have shown no want of words, if the sound of Mrs. Elton’s voice from the sitting-room had not checked her, and made it expedient to compress all her friendly and all her congratulatory sensations into a very, very earnest shake of the hand.

Mrs. Bates and Mrs. Elton were together. Miss Bates was out, which accounted for the previous tranquillity. Emma could have wished Mrs. Elton elsewhere; but she was in a humour to have patience with everybody; and as Mrs. Elton met her with unusual graciousness, she hoped the rencontre would do them no harm.

She soon believed herself to penetrate Mrs. Elton’s thoughts, and understand why she was, like herself, in happy spirits; it was being in Miss Fairfax’s confidence, and fancying herself acquainted with what was still a secret to other people. Emma saw symptoms of it immediately in the expression of her face; and while paying her own compliments to Mrs. Bates, and appearing to attend to the good old lady’s replies, she saw her with a sort of anxious parade of mystery fold up a letter which she had apparently been reading aloud to Miss Fairfax, and return it into the purple and gold reticule by her side, saying, with significant nods,

“We can finish this some other time, you know. You and I shall not want opportunities. And, in fact, you have heard all the essential already. I only wanted to prove to you that Mrs. S. admits our apology, and is not offended. You see how delightfully she writes. Oh! she is a sweet creature! You would have doted on her, had you gone.⁠—But not a word more. Let us be discreet⁠—quite on our good behaviour.⁠—Hush!⁠—You remember those lines⁠—I forget the poem at this moment:

“For when a lady’s in the case,
You know all other things give place.

“Now I say, my dear, in our case, for lady, read⁠—mum! a word to the wise.⁠—I am in a fine flow of spirits, an’t I? But I want to set your heart at ease as to Mrs. S.⁠—My representation, you see, has quite appeased her.”

And again, on Emma’s merely turning her head to look at Mrs. Bates’s knitting, she added, in a half whisper,

“I mentioned no names, you will observe.⁠—Oh! no; cautious as a minister of state. I managed it extremely well.”

Emma could not doubt. It was a palpable display, repeated on every possible occasion. When they had all talked a little while in harmony of the weather and Mrs. Weston, she found herself abruptly addressed with,

“Do not you think, Miss Woodhouse, our saucy little friend here is charmingly recovered?⁠—Do not you think her cure does Perry the highest credit?⁠—(here was a side-glance of great meaning at Jane.) Upon my word, Perry has restored her in a wonderful short time!⁠—Oh! if you had seen her, as I did, when she was at the worst!”⁠—And when Mrs. Bates was saying something to Emma, whispered farther, “We do not say a word of any assistance that Perry might have; not a word of a certain young physician from Windsor.⁠—Oh! no; Perry shall have all the credit.”

“I have scarce had the pleasure of seeing you, Miss Woodhouse,” she shortly afterwards began, “since the party to Box Hill. Very pleasant party. But yet I think there was something wanting. Things did not seem⁠—that is, there seemed a little cloud upon the spirits of some.⁠—So it appeared to me at least, but I might be mistaken. However, I think it answered so far as to tempt one to go again. What say you both to our collecting the same party, and exploring to Box Hill again, while the fine weather lasts?⁠—It must be the same party, you know, quite the same party, not one exception.”

Soon after this Miss Bates came in, and Emma could not help being diverted by the perplexity of her first answer to herself, resulting, she supposed, from doubt of what might be said, and impatience to say everything.

“Thank you, dear Miss Woodhouse, you are all kindness.⁠—It is impossible to say⁠—Yes, indeed, I quite understand⁠—dearest Jane’s prospects⁠—that is, I do not mean.⁠—But she is charmingly recovered.⁠—How is Mr. Woodhouse?⁠—I am so glad.⁠—Quite out of my power.⁠—Such a happy little circle as you find us here.⁠—Yes, indeed.⁠—Charming young man!⁠—that is⁠—so very friendly; I mean good Mr. Perry!⁠—such attention to Jane!”⁠—And from her great, her more