Emma eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 596 pages of information about Emma.

The quarter of an hour brought her punctually to the white gate again; and Miss Smith receiving her summons, was with her without delay, and unattended by any alarming young man.  She came solitarily down the gravel walk—­a Miss Martin just appearing at the door, and parting with her seemingly with ceremonious civility.

Harriet could not very soon give an intelligible account.  She was feeling too much; but at last Emma collected from her enough to understand the sort of meeting, and the sort of pain it was creating.  She had seen only Mrs. Martin and the two girls.  They had received her doubtingly, if not coolly; and nothing beyond the merest commonplace had been talked almost all the time—­ till just at last, when Mrs. Martin’s saying, all of a sudden, that she thought Miss Smith was grown, had brought on a more interesting subject, and a warmer manner.  In that very room she had been measured last September, with her two friends.  There were the pencilled marks and memorandums on the wainscot by the window. He had done it.  They all seemed to remember the day, the hour, the party, the occasion—­to feel the same consciousness, the same regrets—­to be ready to return to the same good understanding; and they were just growing again like themselves, (Harriet, as Emma must suspect, as ready as the best of them to be cordial and happy,) when the carriage reappeared, and all was over.  The style of the visit, and the shortness of it, were then felt to be decisive.  Fourteen minutes to be given to those with whom she had thankfully passed six weeks not six months ago!—­Emma could not but picture it all, and feel how justly they might resent, how naturally Harriet must suffer.  It was a bad business.  She would have given a great deal, or endured a great deal, to have had the Martins in a higher rank of life.  They were so deserving, that a little higher should have been enough:  but as it was, how could she have done otherwise?—­Impossible!—­She could not repent.  They must be separated; but there was a great deal of pain in the process—­ so much to herself at this time, that she soon felt the necessity of a little consolation, and resolved on going home by way of Randalls to procure it.  Her mind was quite sick of Mr. Elton and the Martins.  The refreshment of Randalls was absolutely necessary.

It was a good scheme; but on driving to the door they heard that neither “master nor mistress was at home;” they had both been out some time; the man believed they were gone to Hartfield.

“This is too bad,” cried Emma, as they turned away.  “And now we shall just miss them; too provoking!—­I do not know when I have been so disappointed.”  And she leaned back in the corner, to indulge her murmurs, or to reason them away; probably a little of both—­ such being the commonest process of a not ill-disposed mind.  Presently the carriage stopt; she looked up; it was stopt by Mr. and Mrs. Weston, who were standing to speak to her.  There was instant pleasure in the sight of them, and still greater pleasure was conveyed in sound—­for Mr. Weston immediately accosted her with,

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