Emma eBook

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

Mr. Knightley had done all in his power for Mr. Woodhouse’s entertainment.  Books of engravings, drawers of medals, cameos, corals, shells, and every other family collection within his cabinets, had been prepared for his old friend, to while away the morning; and the kindness had perfectly answered.  Mr. Woodhouse had been exceedingly well amused.  Mrs. Weston had been shewing them all to him, and now he would shew them all to Emma;—­fortunate in having no other resemblance to a child, than in a total want of taste for what he saw, for he was slow, constant, and methodical.—­Before this second looking over was begun, however, Emma walked into the hall for the sake of a few moments’ free observation of the entrance and ground-plot of the house—­and was hardly there, when Jane Fairfax appeared, coming quickly in from the garden, and with a look of escape.—­ Little expecting to meet Miss Woodhouse so soon, there was a start at first; but Miss Woodhouse was the very person she was in quest of.

“Will you be so kind,” said she, “when I am missed, as to say that I am gone home?—­I am going this moment.—­My aunt is not aware how late it is, nor how long we have been absent—­but I am sure we shall be wanted, and I am determined to go directly.—­I have said nothing about it to any body.  It would only be giving trouble and distress.  Some are gone to the ponds, and some to the lime walk.  Till they all come in I shall not be missed; and when they do, will you have the goodness to say that I am gone?”

“Certainly, if you wish it;—­but you are not going to walk to Highbury alone?”

“Yes—­what should hurt me?—­I walk fast.  I shall be at home in twenty minutes.”

“But it is too far, indeed it is, to be walking quite alone.  Let my father’s servant go with you.—­Let me order the carriage.  It can be round in five minutes.”

“Thank you, thank you—­but on no account.—­I would rather walk.—­ And for me to be afraid of walking alone!—­I, who may so soon have to guard others!”

She spoke with great agitation; and Emma very feelingly replied, “That can be no reason for your being exposed to danger now.  I must order the carriage.  The heat even would be danger.—­You are fatigued already.”

“I am,”—­she answered—­“I am fatigued; but it is not the sort of fatigue—­quick walking will refresh me.—­Miss Woodhouse, we all know at times what it is to be wearied in spirits.  Mine, I confess, are exhausted.  The greatest kindness you can shew me, will be to let me have my own way, and only say that I am gone when it is necessary.”

Emma had not another word to oppose.  She saw it all; and entering into her feelings, promoted her quitting the house immediately, and watched her safely off with the zeal of a friend.  Her parting look was grateful—­and her parting words, “Oh!  Miss Woodhouse, the comfort of being sometimes alone!”—­seemed to burst from an overcharged heart, and to describe somewhat of the continual endurance to be practised by her, even towards some of those who loved her best.

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