Emma eBook

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

After this speech he was gone as soon as possible.  Emma could not think it too soon; for with all his good and agreeable qualities, there was a sort of parade in his speeches which was very apt to incline her to laugh.  She ran away to indulge the inclination, leaving the tender and the sublime of pleasure to Harriet’s share.

CHAPTER X

Though now the middle of December, there had yet been no weather to prevent the young ladies from tolerably regular exercise; and on the morrow, Emma had a charitable visit to pay to a poor sick family, who lived a little way out of Highbury.

Their road to this detached cottage was down Vicarage Lane, a lane leading at right angles from the broad, though irregular, main street of the place; and, as may be inferred, containing the blessed abode of Mr. Elton.  A few inferior dwellings were first to be passed, and then, about a quarter of a mile down the lane rose the Vicarage, an old and not very good house, almost as close to the road as it could be.  It had no advantage of situation; but had been very much smartened up by the present proprietor; and, such as it was, there could be no possibility of the two friends passing it without a slackened pace and observing eyes.—­Emma’s remark was—­

“There it is.  There go you and your riddle-book one of these days.”—­ Harriet’s was—­

“Oh, what a sweet house!—­How very beautiful!—­There are the yellow curtains that Miss Nash admires so much.”

“I do not often walk this way now,” said Emma, as they proceeded, “but then there will be an inducement, and I shall gradually get intimately acquainted with all the hedges, gates, pools and pollards of this part of Highbury.”

Harriet, she found, had never in her life been within side the Vicarage, and her curiosity to see it was so extreme, that, considering exteriors and probabilities, Emma could only class it, as a proof of love, with Mr. Elton’s seeing ready wit in her.

“I wish we could contrive it,” said she; “but I cannot think of any tolerable pretence for going in;—­no servant that I want to inquire about of his housekeeper—­no message from my father.”

She pondered, but could think of nothing.  After a mutual silence of some minutes, Harriet thus began again—­

“I do so wonder, Miss Woodhouse, that you should not be married, or going to be married! so charming as you are!”—­

Emma laughed, and replied,

“My being charming, Harriet, is not quite enough to induce me to marry; I must find other people charming—­one other person at least.  And I am not only, not going to be married, at present, but have very little intention of ever marrying at all.”

“Ah!—­so you say; but I cannot believe it.”

“I must see somebody very superior to any one I have seen yet, to be tempted; Mr. Elton, you know, (recollecting herself,) is out of the question:  and I do not wish to see any such person.  I would rather not be tempted.  I cannot really change for the better.  If I were to marry, I must expect to repent it.”

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