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Frank Churchill came back again; and if he kept his father's dinner
waiting, it was not known at Hartfield; for Mrs. Weston was too anxious
for his being a favourite with Mr. Woodhouse, to betray any imperfection
which could be concealed.
He came back, had had his hair cut, and laughed at himself with a very
good grace, but without seeming really at all ashamed of what he had done.
He had no reason to wish his hair longer, to conceal any confusion of
face; no reason to wish the money unspent, to improve his spirits. He was
quite as undaunted and as lively as ever; and, after seeing him, Emma thus
moralised to herself:—
"I do not know whether it ought to be so, but certainly silly things do
cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way.
Wickedness is always wickedness, but folly is not always folly.—It
depends upon the character of those who handle it. Mr. Knightley, he is <i>not</i>
a trifling, silly young man. If he were, he would have done this
differently. He would either have gloried in the achievement, or been
ashamed of it. There would have been either the ostentation of a coxcomb,
or the evasions of a mind too weak to defend its own vanities.—No, I
am perfectly sure that he is not trifling or silly."
With Tuesday came the agreeable prospect of seeing him again, and for a
longer time than hitherto; of judging of his general manners, and by
inference, of the meaning of his manners towards herself; of guessing how
soon it might be necessary for her to throw coldness into her air; and of
fancying what the observations of all those might be, who were now seeing
them together for the first time.
She meant to be very happy, in spite of the scene being laid at Mr.
Cole's; and without being able to forget that among the failings of Mr.
Elton, even in the days of his favour, none had disturbed her more than
his propensity to dine with Mr. Cole.
Her father's comfort was amply secured, Mrs. Bates as well as Mrs. Goddard
being able to come; and her last pleasing duty, before she left the house,
was to pay her respects to them as they sat together after dinner; and
while her father was fondly noticing the beauty of her dress, to make the
two ladies all the amends in her power, by helping them to large slices of
cake and full glasses of wine, for whatever unwilling self-denial his care
of their constitution might have obliged them to practise during the meal.—She
had provided a plentiful dinner for them; she wished she could know that
they had been allowed to eat it.
She followed another carriage to Mr. Cole's door; and was pleased to see
that it was Mr. Knightley's; for Mr. Knightley keeping no horses, having
little spare money and a great deal of health, activity, and independence,
was too apt, in Emma's opinion, to get about as he could, and not use his
carriage so often as became the owner of Donwell Abbey. She had an
opportunity now of speaking her approbation while warm from her heart, for
he stopped to hand her out.
"This is coming as you should do," said she; "like a gentleman.—I am
quite glad to see you."
He thanked her, observing, "How lucky that we should arrive at the same
moment! for, if we had met first in the drawing-room, I doubt whether you
would have discerned me to be more of a gentleman than usual.—You
might not have distinguished how I came, by my look or manner."
"Yes I should, I am sure I should. There is always a look of consciousness
or bustle when people come in a way which they know to be beneath them.
You think you carry it off very well, I dare say, but with you it is a
sort of bravado, an air of affected unconcern; I always observe it
whenever I meet you under those circumstances. <i>Now</i> you have nothing
to try for. You are not afraid of being supposed ashamed. You are not
striving to look taller than any body else. <i>Now</i> I shall really be
very happy to walk into the same room with you."
"Nonsensical girl!" was his reply, but not at all in anger.
Emma had as much reason to be satisfied with the rest of the party as with
Mr. Knightley. She was received with a cordial respect which could not but
please, and given all the consequence she could wish for. When the Westons
arrived, the kindest looks of love, the strongest of admiration were for
her, from both husband and wife; the son approached her with a cheerful
eagerness which marked her as his peculiar object, and at dinner she found
him seated by her—and, as she firmly believed, not without some
dexterity on his side.
The party was rather large, as it included one other family, a proper
unobjectionable country family, whom the Coles had the advantage of naming
among their acquaintance, and the male part of Mr. Cox's family, the
lawyer of Highbury. The less worthy females were to come in the evening,
with Miss Bates, Miss Fairfax, and Miss Smith; but already, at dinner,
they were too numerous for any subject of conversation to be general; and,
while politics and Mr. Elton were talked over, Emma could fairly surrender
all her attention to the pleasantness of her neighbour. The first remote
sound to which she felt herself obliged to attend, was the name of Jane
Fairfax. Mrs. Cole seemed to be relating something of her that was
expected to be very interesting. She listened, and found it well worth
listening to. That very dear part of Emma, her fancy, received an amusing
supply. Mrs. Cole was telling that she had been calling on Miss Bates, and
as soon as she entered the room had been struck by the sight of a
pianoforte—a very elegant looking instrument—not a grand, but
a large-sized square pianoforte; and the substance of the story, the end
of all the dialogue which ensued of surprize, and inquiry, and
congratulations on her side, and explanations on Miss Bates's, was, that
this pianoforte had arrived from Broadwood's the day before, to the great
astonishment of both aunt and niece—entirely unexpected; that at
first, by Miss Bates's account, Jane herself was quite at a loss, quite
bewildered to think who could possibly have ordered it—but now, they
were both perfectly satisfied that it could be from only one quarter;—of
course it must be from Colonel Campbell.
"One can suppose nothing else," added Mrs. Cole, "and I was only surprized
that there could ever have been a doubt. But Jane, it seems, had a letter
from them very lately, and not a word was said about it. She knows their
ways best; but I should not consider their silence as any reason for their
not meaning to make the present. They might chuse to surprize her."
Mrs. Cole had many to agree with her; every body who spoke on the subject
was equally convinced that it must come from Colonel Campbell, and equally
rejoiced that such a present had been made; and there were enough ready to
speak to allow Emma to think her own way, and still listen to Mrs. Cole.
"I declare, I do not know when I have heard any thing that has given me
more satisfaction!—It always has quite hurt me that Jane Fairfax,
who plays so delightfully, should not have an instrument. It seemed quite
a shame, especially considering how many houses there are where fine
instruments are absolutely thrown away. This is like giving ourselves a
slap, to be sure! and it was but yesterday I was telling Mr. Cole, I
really was ashamed to look at our new grand pianoforte in the
drawing-room, while I do not know one note from another, and our little
girls, who are but just beginning, perhaps may never make any thing of it;
and there is poor Jane Fairfax, who is mistress of music, has not any
thing of the nature of an instrument, not even the pitifullest old spinet
in the world, to amuse herself with.—I was saying this to Mr. Cole
but yesterday, and he quite agreed with me; only he is so particularly
fond of music that he could not help indulging himself in the purchase,
hoping that some of our good neighbours might be so obliging occasionally
to put it to a better use than we can; and that really is the reason why
the instrument was bought—or else I am sure we ought to be ashamed
of it.—We are in great hopes that Miss Woodhouse may be prevailed
with to try it this evening."
Miss Woodhouse made the proper acquiescence; and finding that nothing more
was to be entrapped from any communication of Mrs. Cole's, turned to Frank
"Why do you smile?" said she.
"Nay, why do you?"
"Me!—I suppose I smile for pleasure at Colonel Campbell's being so
rich and so liberal.—It is a handsome present."
"I rather wonder that it was never made before."
"Perhaps Miss Fairfax has never been staying here so long before."
"Or that he did not give her the use of their own instrument—which
must now be shut up in London, untouched by any body."
"That is a grand pianoforte, and he might think it too large for Mrs.
"You may <i>say</i> what you chuse—but your countenance testifies
that your <i>thoughts</i> on this subject are very much like mine."
"I do not know. I rather believe you are giving me more credit for
acuteness than I deserve. I smile because you smile, and shall probably
suspect whatever I find you suspect; but at present I do not see what
there is to question. If Colonel Campbell is not the person, who can be?"
"What do you say to Mrs. Dixon?"
"Mrs. Dixon! very true indeed. I had not thought of Mrs. Dixon. She must
know as well as her father, how acceptable an instrument would be; and
perhaps the mode of it, the mystery, the surprize, is more like a young
woman's scheme than an elderly man's. It is Mrs. Dixon, I dare say. I told
you that your suspicions would guide mine."
"If so, you must extend your suspicions and comprehend <i>Mr</i>. Dixon in
"Mr. Dixon.—Very well. Yes, I immediately perceive that it must be
the joint present of Mr. and Mrs. Dixon. We were speaking the other day,
you know, of his being so warm an admirer of her performance."
"Yes, and what you told me on that head, confirmed an idea which I had
entertained before.—I do not mean to reflect upon the good
intentions of either Mr. Dixon or Miss Fairfax, but I cannot help
suspecting either that, after making his proposals to her friend, he had
the misfortune to fall in love with <i>her</i>, or that he became
conscious of a little attachment on her side. One might guess twenty
things without guessing exactly the right; but I am sure there must be a
particular cause for her chusing to come to Highbury instead of going with
the Campbells to Ireland. Here, she must be leading a life of privation
and penance; there it would have been all enjoyment. As to the pretence of
trying her native air, I look upon that as a mere excuse.—In the
summer it might have passed; but what can any body's native air do for
them in the months of January, February, and March? Good fires and
carriages would be much more to the purpose in most cases of delicate
health, and I dare say in her's. I do not require you to adopt all my
suspicions, though you make so noble a profession of doing it, but I
honestly tell you what they are."
"And, upon my word, they have an air of great probability. Mr. Dixon's
preference of her music to her friend's, I can answer for being very
"And then, he saved her life. Did you ever hear of that?—A water
party; and by some accident she was falling overboard. He caught her."
"He did. I was there—one of the party."
"Were you really?—Well!—But you observed nothing of course,
for it seems to be a new idea to you.—If I had been there, I think I
should have made some discoveries."
"I dare say you would; but I, simple I, saw nothing but the fact, that
Miss Fairfax was nearly dashed from the vessel and that Mr. Dixon caught
her.—It was the work of a moment. And though the consequent shock
and alarm was very great and much more durable—indeed I believe it
was half an hour before any of us were comfortable again—yet that
was too general a sensation for any thing of peculiar anxiety to be
observable. I do not mean to say, however, that you might not have made
The conversation was here interrupted. They were called on to share in the
awkwardness of a rather long interval between the courses, and obliged to
be as formal and as orderly as the others; but when the table was again
safely covered, when every corner dish was placed exactly right, and
occupation and ease were generally restored, Emma said,
"The arrival of this pianoforte is decisive with me. I wanted to know a
little more, and this tells me quite enough. Depend upon it, we shall soon
hear that it is a present from Mr. and Mrs. Dixon."
"And if the Dixons should absolutely deny all knowledge of it we must
conclude it to come from the Campbells."
"No, I am sure it is not from the Campbells. Miss Fairfax knows it is not
from the Campbells, or they would have been guessed at first. She would
not have been puzzled, had she dared fix on them. I may not have convinced
you perhaps, but I am perfectly convinced myself that Mr. Dixon is a
principal in the business."
"Indeed you injure me if you suppose me unconvinced. Your reasonings carry
my judgment along with them entirely. At first, while I supposed you
satisfied that Colonel Campbell was the giver, I saw it only as paternal
kindness, and thought it the most natural thing in the world. But when you
mentioned Mrs. Dixon, I felt how much more probable that it should be the
tribute of warm female friendship. And now I can see it in no other light
than as an offering of love."
There was no occasion to press the matter farther. The conviction seemed
real; he looked as if he felt it. She said no more, other subjects took
their turn; and the rest of the dinner passed away; the dessert succeeded,
the children came in, and were talked to and admired amid the usual rate
of conversation; a few clever things said, a few downright silly, but by
much the larger proportion neither the one nor the other—nothing
worse than everyday remarks, dull repetitions, old news, and heavy jokes.
The ladies had not been long in the drawing-room, before the other ladies,
in their different divisions, arrived. Emma watched the entree of her own
particular little friend; and if she could not exult in her dignity and
grace, she could not only love the blooming sweetness and the artless
manner, but could most heartily rejoice in that light, cheerful,
unsentimental disposition which allowed her so many alleviations of
pleasure, in the midst of the pangs of disappointed affection. There she
sat—and who would have guessed how many tears she had been lately
shedding? To be in company, nicely dressed herself and seeing others
nicely dressed, to sit and smile and look pretty, and say nothing, was
enough for the happiness of the present hour. Jane Fairfax did look and
move superior; but Emma suspected she might have been glad to change
feelings with Harriet, very glad to have purchased the mortification of
having loved—yes, of having loved even Mr. Elton in vain—by
the surrender of all the dangerous pleasure of knowing herself beloved by
the husband of her friend.
In so large a party it was not necessary that Emma should approach her.
She did not wish to speak of the pianoforte, she felt too much in the
secret herself, to think the appearance of curiosity or interest fair, and
therefore purposely kept at a distance; but by the others, the subject was
almost immediately introduced, and she saw the blush of consciousness with
which congratulations were received, the blush of guilt which accompanied
the name of "my excellent friend Colonel Campbell."
Mrs. Weston, kind-hearted and musical, was particularly interested by the
circumstance, and Emma could not help being amused at her perseverance in
dwelling on the subject; and having so much to ask and to say as to tone,
touch, and pedal, totally unsuspicious of that wish of saying as little
about it as possible, which she plainly read in the fair heroine's
They were soon joined by some of the gentlemen; and the very first of the
early was Frank Churchill. In he walked, the first and the handsomest; and
after paying his compliments en passant to Miss Bates and her niece, made
his way directly to the opposite side of the circle, where sat Miss
Woodhouse; and till he could find a seat by her, would not sit at all.
Emma divined what every body present must be thinking. She was his object,
and every body must perceive it. She introduced him to her friend, Miss
Smith, and, at convenient moments afterwards, heard what each thought of
the other. "He had never seen so lovely a face, and was delighted with her
naivete." And she, "Only to be sure it was paying him too great a
compliment, but she did think there were some looks a little like Mr.
Elton." Emma restrained her indignation, and only turned from her in
Smiles of intelligence passed between her and the gentleman on first
glancing towards Miss Fairfax; but it was most prudent to avoid speech. He
told her that he had been impatient to leave the dining-room—hated
sitting long—was always the first to move when he could—that
his father, Mr. Knightley, Mr. Cox, and Mr. Cole, were left very busy over
parish business—that as long as he had staid, however, it had been
pleasant enough, as he had found them in general a set of gentlemanlike,
sensible men; and spoke so handsomely of Highbury altogether—thought
it so abundant in agreeable families—that Emma began to feel she had
been used to despise the place rather too much. She questioned him as to
the society in Yorkshire—the extent of the neighbourhood about
Enscombe, and the sort; and could make out from his answers that, as far
as Enscombe was concerned, there was very little going on, that their
visitings were among a range of great families, none very near; and that
even when days were fixed, and invitations accepted, it was an even chance
that Mrs. Churchill were not in health and spirits for going; that they
made a point of visiting no fresh person; and that, though he had his
separate engagements, it was not without difficulty, without considerable
address <i>at</i> <i>times</i>, that he could get away, or introduce an
acquaintance for a night.
She saw that Enscombe could not satisfy, and that Highbury, taken at its
best, might reasonably please a young man who had more retirement at home
than he liked. His importance at Enscombe was very evident. He did not
boast, but it naturally betrayed itself, that he had persuaded his aunt
where his uncle could do nothing, and on her laughing and noticing it, he
owned that he believed (excepting one or two points) he could <i>with</i>
<i>time</i> persuade her to any thing. One of those points on which his
influence failed, he then mentioned. He had wanted very much to go abroad—had
been very eager indeed to be allowed to travel—but she would not
hear of it. This had happened the year before. <i>Now</i>, he said, he was
beginning to have no longer the same wish.
The unpersuadable point, which he did not mention, Emma guessed to be good
behaviour to his father.
"I have made a most wretched discovery," said he, after a short pause.—
"I have been here a week to-morrow—half my time. I never knew days
fly so fast. A week to-morrow!—And I have hardly begun to enjoy
myself. But just got acquainted with Mrs. Weston, and others!—I hate
"Perhaps you may now begin to regret that you spent one whole day, out of
so few, in having your hair cut."
"No," said he, smiling, "that is no subject of regret at all. I have no
pleasure in seeing my friends, unless I can believe myself fit to be
The rest of the gentlemen being now in the room, Emma found herself
obliged to turn from him for a few minutes, and listen to Mr. Cole. When
Mr. Cole had moved away, and her attention could be restored as before,
she saw Frank Churchill looking intently across the room at Miss Fairfax,
who was sitting exactly opposite.
"What is the matter?" said she.
He started. "Thank you for rousing me," he replied. "I believe I have been
very rude; but really Miss Fairfax has done her hair in so odd a way—so
very odd a way—that I cannot keep my eyes from her. I never saw any
thing so outree!—Those curls!—This must be a fancy of her own.
I see nobody else looking like her!—I must go and ask her whether it
is an Irish fashion. Shall I?—Yes, I will—I declare I will—and
you shall see how she takes it;—whether she colours."
He was gone immediately; and Emma soon saw him standing before Miss
Fairfax, and talking to her; but as to its effect on the young lady, as he
had improvidently placed himself exactly between them, exactly in front of
Miss Fairfax, she could absolutely distinguish nothing.
Before he could return to his chair, it was taken by Mrs. Weston.
"This is the luxury of a large party," said she:—"one can get near
every body, and say every thing. My dear Emma, I am longing to talk to
you. I have been making discoveries and forming plans, just like yourself,
and I must tell them while the idea is fresh. Do you know how Miss Bates
and her niece came here?"
"How?—They were invited, were not they?"
"Oh! yes—but how they were conveyed hither?—the manner of
"They walked, I conclude. How else could they come?"
"Very true.—Well, a little while ago it occurred to me how very sad
it would be to have Jane Fairfax walking home again, late at night, and
cold as the nights are now. And as I looked at her, though I never saw her
appear to more advantage, it struck me that she was heated, and would
therefore be particularly liable to take cold. Poor girl! I could not bear
the idea of it; so, as soon as Mr. Weston came into the room, and I could
get at him, I spoke to him about the carriage. You may guess how readily
he came into my wishes; and having his approbation, I made my way directly
to Miss Bates, to assure her that the carriage would be at her service
before it took us home; for I thought it would be making her comfortable
at once. Good soul! she was as grateful as possible, you may be sure.
'Nobody was ever so fortunate as herself!'—but with many, many
thanks—'there was no occasion to trouble us, for Mr. Knightley's
carriage had brought, and was to take them home again.' I was quite
surprized;—very glad, I am sure; but really quite surprized. Such a
very kind attention—and so thoughtful an attention!—the sort
of thing that so few men would think of. And, in short, from knowing his
usual ways, I am very much inclined to think that it was for their
accommodation the carriage was used at all. I do suspect he would not have
had a pair of horses for himself, and that it was only as an excuse for
"Very likely," said Emma—"nothing more likely. I know no man more
likely than Mr. Knightley to do the sort of thing—to do any thing
really good-natured, useful, considerate, or benevolent. He is not a
gallant man, but he is a very humane one; and this, considering Jane
Fairfax's ill-health, would appear a case of humanity to him;—and
for an act of unostentatious kindness, there is nobody whom I would fix on
more than on Mr. Knightley. I know he had horses to-day—for we
arrived together; and I laughed at him about it, but he said not a word
that could betray."
"Well," said Mrs. Weston, smiling, "you give him credit for more simple,
disinterested benevolence in this instance than I do; for while Miss Bates
was speaking, a suspicion darted into my head, and I have never been able
to get it out again. The more I think of it, the more probable it appears.
In short, I have made a match between Mr. Knightley and Jane Fairfax. See
the consequence of keeping you company!—What do you say to it?"
"Mr. Knightley and Jane Fairfax!" exclaimed Emma. "Dear Mrs. Weston, how
could you think of such a thing?—Mr. Knightley!—Mr. Knightley
must not marry!—You would not have little Henry cut out from
Donwell?—Oh! no, no, Henry must have Donwell. I cannot at all
consent to Mr. Knightley's marrying; and I am sure it is not at all
likely. I am amazed that you should think of such a thing."
"My dear Emma, I have told you what led me to think of it. I do not want
the match—I do not want to injure dear little Henry—but the
idea has been given me by circumstances; and if Mr. Knightley really
wished to marry, you would not have him refrain on Henry's account, a boy
of six years old, who knows nothing of the matter?"
"Yes, I would. I could not bear to have Henry supplanted.—Mr.
Knightley marry!—No, I have never had such an idea, and I cannot
adopt it now. And Jane Fairfax, too, of all women!"
"Nay, she has always been a first favourite with him, as you very well
"But the imprudence of such a match!"
"I am not speaking of its prudence; merely its probability."
"I see no probability in it, unless you have any better foundation than
what you mention. His good-nature, his humanity, as I tell you, would be
quite enough to account for the horses. He has a great regard for the
Bateses, you know, independent of Jane Fairfax—and is always glad to
shew them attention. My dear Mrs. Weston, do not take to match-making. You
do it very ill. Jane Fairfax mistress of the Abbey!—Oh! no, no;—every
feeling revolts. For his own sake, I would not have him do so mad a
"Imprudent, if you please—but not mad. Excepting inequality of
fortune, and perhaps a little disparity of age, I can see nothing
"But Mr. Knightley does not want to marry. I am sure he has not the least
idea of it. Do not put it into his head. Why should he marry?—He is
as happy as possible by himself; with his farm, and his sheep, and his
library, and all the parish to manage; and he is extremely fond of his
brother's children. He has no occasion to marry, either to fill up his
time or his heart."
"My dear Emma, as long as he thinks so, it is so; but if he really loves
"Nonsense! He does not care about Jane Fairfax. In the way of love, I am
sure he does not. He would do any good to her, or her family; but—"
"Well," said Mrs. Weston, laughing, "perhaps the greatest good he could do
them, would be to give Jane such a respectable home."
"If it would be good to her, I am sure it would be evil to himself; a very
shameful and degrading connexion. How would he bear to have Miss Bates
belonging to him?—To have her haunting the Abbey, and thanking him
all day long for his great kindness in marrying Jane?—'So very kind
and obliging!—But he always had been such a very kind neighbour!'
And then fly off, through half a sentence, to her mother's old petticoat.
'Not that it was such a very old petticoat either—for still it would
last a great while—and, indeed, she must thankfully say that their
petticoats were all very strong.'"
"For shame, Emma! Do not mimic her. You divert me against my conscience.
And, upon my word, I do not think Mr. Knightley would be much disturbed by
Miss Bates. Little things do not irritate him. She might talk on; and if
he wanted to say any thing himself, he would only talk louder, and drown
her voice. But the question is not, whether it would be a bad connexion
for him, but whether he wishes it; and I think he does. I have heard him
speak, and so must you, so very highly of Jane Fairfax! The interest he
takes in her—his anxiety about her health—his concern that she
should have no happier prospect! I have heard him express himself so
warmly on those points!—Such an admirer of her performance on the
pianoforte, and of her voice! I have heard him say that he could listen to
her for ever. Oh! and I had almost forgotten one idea that occurred to me—this
pianoforte that has been sent here by somebody—though we have all
been so well satisfied to consider it a present from the Campbells, may it
not be from Mr. Knightley? I cannot help suspecting him. I think he is
just the person to do it, even without being in love."
"Then it can be no argument to prove that he is in love. But I do not
think it is at all a likely thing for him to do. Mr. Knightley does
"I have heard him lamenting her having no instrument repeatedly; oftener
than I should suppose such a circumstance would, in the common course of
things, occur to him."
"Very well; and if he had intended to give her one, he would have told her
"There might be scruples of delicacy, my dear Emma. I have a very strong
notion that it comes from him. I am sure he was particularly silent when
Mrs. Cole told us of it at dinner."
"You take up an idea, Mrs. Weston, and run away with it; as you have many
a time reproached me with doing. I see no sign of attachment—I
believe nothing of the pianoforte—and proof only shall convince me
that Mr. Knightley has any thought of marrying Jane Fairfax."
They combated the point some time longer in the same way; Emma rather
gaining ground over the mind of her friend; for Mrs. Weston was the most
used of the two to yield; till a little bustle in the room shewed them
that tea was over, and the instrument in preparation;—and at the
same moment Mr. Cole approaching to entreat Miss Woodhouse would do them
the honour of trying it. Frank Churchill, of whom, in the eagerness of her
conversation with Mrs. Weston, she had been seeing nothing, except that he
had found a seat by Miss Fairfax, followed Mr. Cole, to add his very
pressing entreaties; and as, in every respect, it suited Emma best to
lead, she gave a very proper compliance.
She knew the limitations of her own powers too well to attempt more than
she could perform with credit; she wanted neither taste nor spirit in the
little things which are generally acceptable, and could accompany her own
voice well. One accompaniment to her song took her agreeably by surprize—a
second, slightly but correctly taken by Frank Churchill. Her pardon was
duly begged at the close of the song, and every thing usual followed. He
was accused of having a delightful voice, and a perfect knowledge of
music; which was properly denied; and that he knew nothing of the matter,
and had no voice at all, roundly asserted. They sang together once more;
and Emma would then resign her place to Miss Fairfax, whose performance,
both vocal and instrumental, she never could attempt to conceal from
herself, was infinitely superior to her own.
With mixed feelings, she seated herself at a little distance from the
numbers round the instrument, to listen. Frank Churchill sang again. They
had sung together once or twice, it appeared, at Weymouth. But the sight
of Mr. Knightley among the most attentive, soon drew away half Emma's
mind; and she fell into a train of thinking on the subject of Mrs.
Weston's suspicions, to which the sweet sounds of the united voices gave
only momentary interruptions. Her objections to Mr. Knightley's marrying
did not in the least subside. She could see nothing but evil in it. It
would be a great disappointment to Mr. John Knightley; consequently to
Isabella. A real injury to the children—a most mortifying change,
and material loss to them all;—a very great deduction from her
father's daily comfort—and, as to herself, she could not at all
endure the idea of Jane Fairfax at Donwell Abbey. A Mrs. Knightley for
them all to give way to!—No—Mr. Knightley must never marry.
Little Henry must remain the heir of Donwell.
Presently Mr. Knightley looked back, and came and sat down by her. They
talked at first only of the performance. His admiration was certainly very
warm; yet she thought, but for Mrs. Weston, it would not have struck her.
As a sort of touchstone, however, she began to speak of his kindness in
conveying the aunt and niece; and though his answer was in the spirit of
cutting the matter short, she believed it to indicate only his
disinclination to dwell on any kindness of his own.
"I often feel concern," said she, "that I dare not make our carriage more
useful on such occasions. It is not that I am without the wish; but you
know how impossible my father would deem it that James should put-to for
such a purpose."
"Quite out of the question, quite out of the question," he replied;—"but
you must often wish it, I am sure." And he smiled with such seeming
pleasure at the conviction, that she must proceed another step.
"This present from the Campbells," said she—"this pianoforte is very
"Yes," he replied, and without the smallest apparent embarrassment.—"But
they would have done better had they given her notice of it. Surprizes are
foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the inconvenience is
often considerable. I should have expected better judgment in Colonel
From that moment, Emma could have taken her oath that Mr. Knightley had
had no concern in giving the instrument. But whether he were entirely free
from peculiar attachment—whether there were no actual preference—remained
a little longer doubtful. Towards the end of Jane's second song, her voice
"That will do," said he, when it was finished, thinking aloud—"you
have sung quite enough for one evening—now be quiet."
Another song, however, was soon begged for. "One more;—they would
not fatigue Miss Fairfax on any account, and would only ask for one more."
And Frank Churchill was heard to say, "I think you could manage this
without effort; the first part is so very trifling. The strength of the
song falls on the second."
Mr. Knightley grew angry.
"That fellow," said he, indignantly, "thinks of nothing but shewing off
his own voice. This must not be." And touching Miss Bates, who at that
moment passed near—"Miss Bates, are you mad, to let your niece sing
herself hoarse in this manner? Go, and interfere. They have no mercy on
Miss Bates, in her real anxiety for Jane, could hardly stay even to be
grateful, before she stept forward and put an end to all farther singing.
Here ceased the concert part of the evening, for Miss Woodhouse and Miss
Fairfax were the only young lady performers; but soon (within five
minutes) the proposal of dancing—originating nobody exactly knew
where—was so effectually promoted by Mr. and Mrs. Cole, that every
thing was rapidly clearing away, to give proper space. Mrs. Weston,
capital in her country-dances, was seated, and beginning an irresistible
waltz; and Frank Churchill, coming up with most becoming gallantry to
Emma, had secured her hand, and led her up to the top.
While waiting till the other young people could pair themselves off, Emma
found time, in spite of the compliments she was receiving on her voice and
her taste, to look about, and see what became of Mr. Knightley. This would
be a trial. He was no dancer in general. If he were to be very alert in
engaging Jane Fairfax now, it might augur something. There was no
immediate appearance. No; he was talking to Mrs. Cole—he was looking
on unconcerned; Jane was asked by somebody else, and he was still talking
to Mrs. Cole.
Emma had no longer an alarm for Henry; his interest was yet safe; and she
led off the dance with genuine spirit and enjoyment. Not more than five
couple could be mustered; but the rarity and the suddenness of it made it
very delightful, and she found herself well matched in a partner. They
were a couple worth looking at.
Two dances, unfortunately, were all that could be allowed. It was growing
late, and Miss Bates became anxious to get home, on her mother's account.
After some attempts, therefore, to be permitted to begin again, they were
obliged to thank Mrs. Weston, look sorrowful, and have done.
"Perhaps it is as well," said Frank Churchill, as he attended Emma to her
carriage. "I must have asked Miss Fairfax, and her languid dancing would
not have agreed with me, after yours."