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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 469 pages of information about Emma.

His dancing proved to be just what she had believed it, extremely good; and Harriet would have seemed almost too lucky, if it had not been for the cruel state of things before, and for the very complete enjoyment and very high sense of the distinction which her happy features announced.  It was not thrown away on her, she bounded higher than ever, flew farther down the middle, and was in a continual course of smiles.

Mr. Elton had retreated into the card-room, looking (Emma trusted) very foolish.  She did not think he was quite so hardened as his wife, though growing very like her;—­she spoke some of her feelings, by observing audibly to her partner,

“Knightley has taken pity on poor little Miss Smith!—­Very goodnatured, I declare.”

Supper was announced.  The move began; and Miss Bates might be heard from that moment, without interruption, till her being seated at table and taking up her spoon.

“Jane, Jane, my dear Jane, where are you?—­Here is your tippet.  Mrs. Weston begs you to put on your tippet.  She says she is afraid there will be draughts in the passage, though every thing has been done—­One door nailed up—­Quantities of matting—­My dear Jane, indeed you must.  Mr. Churchill, oh! you are too obliging!  How well you put it on!—­so gratified!  Excellent dancing indeed!—­ Yes, my dear, I ran home, as I said I should, to help grandmama to bed, and got back again, and nobody missed me.—­I set off without saying a word, just as I told you.  Grandmama was quite well, had a charming evening with Mr. Woodhouse, a vast deal of chat, and backgammon.—­Tea was made downstairs, biscuits and baked apples and wine before she came away:  amazing luck in some of her throws:  and she inquired a great deal about you, how you were amused, and who were your partners. `Oh!’ said I, `I shall not forestall Jane; I left her dancing with Mr. George Otway; she will love to tell you all about it herself to-morrow:  her first partner was Mr. Elton, I do not know who will ask her next, perhaps Mr. William Cox.’  My dear sir, you are too obliging.—­Is there nobody you would not rather?—­I am not helpless.  Sir, you are most kind.  Upon my word, Jane on one arm, and me on the other!—­Stop, stop, let us stand a little back, Mrs. Elton is going; dear Mrs. Elton, how elegant she looks!—­Beautiful lace!—­Now we all follow in her train.  Quite the queen of the evening!—­Well, here we are at the passage.  Two steps, Jane, take care of the two steps.  Oh! no, there is but one.  Well, I was persuaded there were two.  How very odd!  I was convinced there were two, and there is but one.  I never saw any thing equal to the comfort and style—­Candles everywhere.—­I was telling you of your grandmama, Jane,—­There was a little disappointment.—­ The baked apples and biscuits, excellent in their way, you know; but there was a delicate fricassee of sweetbread and some asparagus brought in at first, and good Mr. Woodhouse,

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