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--
The
change
had
perhaps
been
somewhat
sudden
--
her
proposal
of
taking
another
turn
,
her
renewing
the
conversation
which
she
had
just
put
an
end
to
,
might
be
a
little
extraordinary
!
--
She
felt
its
inconsistency
;
but
Mr.
Knightley
was
so
obliging
as
to
put
up
with
it
,
and
seek
no
farther
explanation
.
Seldom
,
very
seldom
,
does
complete
truth
belong
to
any
human
disclosure
;
seldom
can
it
happen
that
something
is
not
a
little
disguised
,
or
a
little
mistaken
;
but
where
,
as
in
this
case
,
though
the
conduct
is
mistaken
,
the
feelings
are
not
,
it
may
not
be
very
material
.
--
Mr.
Knightley
could
not
impute
to
Emma
a
more
relenting
heart
than
she
possessed
,
or
a
heart
more
disposed
to
accept
of
his
.
He
had
,
in
fact
,
been
wholly
unsuspicious
of
his
own
influence
.
He
had
followed
her
into
the
shrubbery
with
no
idea
of
trying
it
.
He
had
come
,
in
his
anxiety
to
see
how
she
bore
Frank
Churchill
's
engagement
,
with
no
selfish
view
,
no
view
at
all
,
but
of
endeavouring
,
if
she
allowed
him
an
opening
,
to
soothe
or
to
counsel
her
.
--
The
rest
had
been
the
work
of
the
moment
,
the
immediate
effect
of
what
he
heard
,
on
his
feelings
.
The
delightful
assurance
of
her
total
indifference
towards
Frank
Churchill
,
of
her
having
a
heart
completely
disengaged
from
him
,
had
given
birth
to
the
hope
,
that
,
in
time
,
he
might
gain
her
affection
himself
--
but
it
had
been
no
present
hope
--
he
had
only
,
in
the
momentary
conquest
of
eagerness
over
judgment
,
aspired
to
be
told
that
she
did
not
forbid
his
attempt
to
attach
her
.
--
The
superior
hopes
which
gradually
opened
were
so
much
the
more
enchanting
.
--
The
affection
,
which
he
had
been
asking
to
be
allowed
to
create
,
if
he
could
,
was
already
his
!
--
Within
half
an
hour
,
he
had
passed
from
a
thoroughly
distressed
state
of
mind
,
to
something
so
like
perfect
happiness
,
that
it
could
bear
no
other
name
.
Her
change
was
equal
.
--
This
one
half-hour
had
given
to
each
the
same
precious
certainty
of
being
beloved
,
had
cleared
from
each
the
same
degree
of
ignorance
,
jealousy
,
or
distrust
.
--
On
his
side
,
there
had
been
a
long-standing
jealousy
,
old
as
the
arrival
,
or
even
the
expectation
,
of
Frank
Churchill
.
--
He
had
been
in
love
with
Emma
,
and
jealous
of
Frank
Churchill
,
from
about
the
same
period
,
one
sentiment
having
probably
enlightened
him
as
to
the
other
.
It
was
his
jealousy
of
Frank
Churchill
that
had
taken
him
from
the
country
.
--
The
Box
Hill
party
had
decided
him
on
going
away
.
He
would
save
himself
from
witnessing
again
such
permitted
,
encouraged
attentions
.
--
He
had
gone
to
learn
to
be
indifferent
.
--
But
he
had
gone
to
a
wrong
place
.
There
was
too
much
domestic
happiness
in
his
brother
's
house
;
woman
wore
too
amiable
a
form
in
it
;
Isabella
was
too
much
like
Emma
--
differing
only
in
those
striking
inferiorities
,
which
always
brought
the
other
in
brilliancy
before
him
,
for
much
to
have
been
done
,
even
had
his
time
been
longer
.
--
He
had
stayed
on
,
however
,
vigorously
,
day
after
day
--
till
this
very
morning
's
post
had
conveyed
the
history
of
Jane
Fairfax
--
Then
,
with
the
gladness
which
must
be
felt
,
nay
,
which
he
did
not
scruple
to
feel
,
having
never
believed
Frank
Churchill
to
be
at
all
deserving
Emma
,
was
there
so
much
fond
solicitude
,
so
much
keen
anxiety
for
her
,
that
he
could
stay
no
longer
.
He
had
ridden
home
through
the
rain
;
and
had
walked
up
directly
after
dinner
,
to
see
how
this
sweetest
and
best
of
all
creatures
,
faultless
in
spite
of
all
her
faults
,
bore
the
discovery
.
He
had
found
her
agitated
and
low
.
--
Frank
Churchill
was
a
villain
.
--
He
heard
her
declare
that
she
had
never
loved
him
.
Frank
Churchill
's
character
was
not
desperate
.
--
She
was
his
own
Emma
,
by
hand
and
word
,
when
they
returned
into
the
house
;
and
if
he
could
have
thought
of
Frank
Churchill
then
,
he
might
have
deemed
him
a
very
good
sort
of
fellow
.
What
totally
different
feelings
did
Emma
take
back
into
the
house
from
what
she
had
brought
out
!
--
she
had
then
been
only
daring
to
hope
for
a
little
respite
of
suffering
--
she
was
now
in
an
exquisite
flutter
of
happiness
,
and
such
happiness
moreover
as
she
believed
must
still
be
greater
when
the
flutter
should
have
passed
away
.
They
sat
down
to
tea
--
the
same
party
round
the
same
table
--
how
often
it
had
been
collected
!
--
and
how
often
had
her
eyes
fallen
on
the
same
shrubs
in
the
lawn
,
and
observed
the
same
beautiful
effect
of
the
western
sun
!
--
But
never
in
such
a
state
of
spirits
,
never
in
any
thing
like
it
;
and
it
was
with
difficulty
that
she
could
summon
enough
of
her
usual
self
to
be
the
attentive
lady
of
the
house
,
or
even
the
attentive
daughter
.
Poor
Mr.
Woodhouse
little
suspected
what
was
plotting
against
him
in
the
breast
of
that
man
whom
he
was
so
cordially
welcoming
,
and
so
anxiously
hoping
might
not
have
taken
cold
from
his
ride
.
--
Could
he
have
seen
the
heart
,
he
would
have
cared
very
little
for
the
lungs
;
but
without
the
most
distant
imagination
of
the
impending
evil
,
without
the
slightest
perception
of
any
thing
extraordinary
in
the
looks
or
ways
of
either
,
he
repeated
to
them
very
comfortably
all
the
articles
of
news
he
had
received
from
Mr.
Perry
,
and
talked
on
with
much
self-contentment
,
totally
unsuspicious
of
what
they
could
have
told
him
in
return
.
