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by Jane Austen


  'We came only this morning. - My kind brother and sister brought me home this very morning. - 'tis singular, is not it?'

  'You were gone a great while, were not you? A fortnight I suppose?'

  'You may call a fortnight a great while, Mr Musgrave,' said Mrs Robert smartly - 'but we think a month very little. I assure you we bring her home at the end of a month, much against our will.'

  'A month! Have you really been gone a month! 'tis amazing how time flies. -'

  'You may imagine,' said Margaret in a sort of whisper, 'what are my sensations at finding myself once more at Stanton. You know what a sad visitor I make. - And I was so excessively impatient to see Emma; - I dreaded the meeting, and at the same time longed for it. - Do you not comprehend the sort of feeling?'

  'Not at all,' cried he aloud. 'I could never dread a meeting with Miss Emma Watson, - or any of her sisters.'

  It was lucky that he added that finish.

  'Were you speaking to me?' said Emma, who had caught her own name.

  'Not absolutely -' he answered - 'but I was thinking of you, - as many at a greater distance are probably doing at this moment - Fine open weather Miss Emma! - Charming season for hunting.'

  'Emma is delightful, is not she?' - whispered Margaret i have found her more than answer my warmest hopes. - Did you ever see anything more perfectly beautiful? - I think even you must be a convert to a brown complexion.'

  He hesitated; Margaret was fair herself, and he did not particularly want to compliment her; but Miss Osborne and Miss Carr were likewise fair, and his devotion to them carried the day.

  'Your sister's complexion,' said he at last, 'is as fine as a dark complexion can be, but I still profess my preference of a white skin. You have seen Miss Osborne? - she is my model for a truly feminine complexion, and she is very fair'.

  'Is she fairer than me?'

  Tom made no reply.

  'Upon my honour ladies' said he, giving a glance over his own person, i am highly indebted to your condescension for admitting me in such deshabille into your drawing room. I really did not consider how unfit I was to be here or I hope I should have kept my distance. Lady Osborne would tell me that I were growing as careless as her son, if she saw me in this condition.'

  The ladies were not wanting in civil returns; and Robert Watson stealing a view of his own head in an opposite glass, - said with equal civility,

  'You cannot be more in deshabille than myself. - We got here so late, that I had not time even to put a little fresh powder in my hair.'

  Emma could not help entering into what she supposed her sister-in-law's feelings at that moment.

  When the tea things were removed, Tom began to talk of his carriage - but the old card table being set out, and the fish and counters with a tolerably clean pack brought forward from the beaufit by Miss Watson, the general voice was so urgent with him to join their party, that he agreed to allow himself another quarter of an hour. Even Emma was pleased that he would stay, for she was beginning to feel that a family party might be the worst of all parties; and the others were delighted.

  'What's your game?' - cried he, as they stood round the table.

  'Speculation I believe,' said Elizabeth - 'My sister recommends it, and I fancy we all like it. I know you do, Tom.'

  'It is the only round game played at Croydon now' said Mrs Robert - 'we never think of any other. I am glad it is a favourite with you.'

  'Oh! me!' cried Tom. 'Whatever you decide on, will be a favourite with me. - I have had some pleasant hours at speculation in my time - but I have not been in the way of it now for a long while. - Vingt-un is the game at Osborne Castle; I have played nothing but vingt-un of late.23 You would be astonished to hear the noise we make there, - The fine old, lofty drawing-room rings again. Lady Osborne sometimes declares she cannot hear herself speak. - Lord Osborne enjoys it famously - he makes the best dealer without exception that I ever beheld - such quickness and spirit! he lets nobody dream over their cards - I wish you could see him overdraw himself on both his own cards - it is worth anything in the world!'

  'Dear me!' - cried Margaret, 'why should not we play at vingt-un? - I think it is a much better game than Speculation. I cannot say I am very fond of Speculation'.

  Mrs Robert offered not another word in support of the game. - She was quite vanquished, and the fashions of Osborne Castle carried it over the fashions of Croydon.

  'Do you see much of the parsonage family at the Castle, Mr Musgrave? -' asked Emma, as they were taking their seats.

  'Oh! yes - they, are almost always there. Mrs Blake is a nice little goodhumoured woman, she and I are sworn friends; and Howard's a very gentlemanlike good sort of fellow! - you are not forgotten, I assure you, by any of the party. I fancy you must have a little cheek-glowing now and then Miss Emma. Were you not rather warm last Saturday about nine or ten o'clock in the evening - ? I will tell you how it was. - I see you are dying to know. - Says Howard to Lord Osborne -'

  At this interesting moment he was called on by the others to regulate the game and determine some disputable point; and his attention was so totally engaged in the business and afterwards by the course of the game as never to revert to what he had been saying before; - and Emma, though suffering a good deal from curiosity, dared not remind him.

  He proved a very useful addition to their table; without him, it would have been a party of such very near relations as could have felt little interest, and perhaps maintained little complaisance, but his presence gave variety and secured good manners. - He was in fact excellently qualified to shine at a round game; and few situations made him appear to greater advantage. He played with spirit, and had a great deal to say and though with no wit himself, could sometimes make use of wit in an absent friend; and had a lively way of retailing a commonplace, or saying a mere nothing, that had great effect at a card table. The ways, and good jokes of Osborne Castle were now added to his ordinary means of entertainment; he repeated the smart sayings of one lady, detailed the oversights of another, and indulged them even with a copy of Lord Osborne's style of overdrawing himself on both cards.

  The clock struck nine, while he was thus agreeably occupied; and when Nanny came in with her master's basin of gruel, he had the pleasure of observing to Mr Watson that he should leave him at supper, while he went home to dinner himself. - The carriage was ordered to the door - and no entreaties for his staying longer could now avail - for he well knew, that if he stayed he must sit down to supper in less than ten minutes - which to a man whose heart had long been fixed on calling his next meal a dinner, was quite insupportable.

  On finding him determined to go, Margaret began to wink and nod at Elizabeth to ask him to dinner for the following day; and Elizabeth at last not able to resist hints, which her own hospitable, social temper more than half seconded, gave the invitation.

  'Would he give Robert the meeting, they should be very happy.'

  'With the greatest pleasure' - was his first reply. In a moment afterwards - 'That is, if i can possibly get here in time - but I shoot with Lady Osborne, and therefore must not engage - You will not think of me unless you see me.'

  And so, he departed, delighted with the uncertainty in which he had left it. -

  *

  Margaret in the joy of her heart under circumstances which she chose to consider as peculiarly propitious, would willingly have made a confidante of Emma when they were alone for a short time the next morning; and had proceeded so far as to say -

  'The young man who was here last night my dear Emma and returns today, is more interesting to me, than perhaps you may be aware -' but Emma pretending to understand nothing extraordinary in the words, made some very inapplicable reply, and jumping up, ran away from a subject which was odious to her feelings.

  As Margaret would not allow a doubt to be repeated of Musgrave's coining to dinner, preparations were made for his entertainment much exceeding what had been deemed necessary the day before; and taking the office of superintendence en
tirely from her sister, she was half the morning in the kitchen herself directing and scolding. - After a great deal of indifferent cooking, and anxious suspense however they were obliged to sit down without their guest. - Tom Musgrave never came, and Margaret was at no pains to conceal her vexation under the disappointment, or repress the peevishness of her temper -.

  The peace of the party for the remainder of that day, and the whole of the next, which comprised the length of Robert and fane's visit, was continually invaded by her fretful displeasure, and querulous attacks. - Elizabeth was the usual object of both. Margaret had just respect enough for her brother and sister's opinion, to behave properly by them, but Elizabeth and the maids could never do anything right - and Emma, whom she seemed no longer to think about, found the continuance of the gentle voice beyond her calculation short Eager to be as little among them as possible, Emma was delighted with the alternative of sitting above, with her father, and warmly entreated to be his constant companion each evening - and as Elizabeth loved company of any kind too well not to prefer being below, at all risks, as she had rather talk of Croydon to Jane, with every interruption of Margaret's perverseness, than sit with only her father, who frequently could not endure talking at all, the affair was so settled, as soon as she could be persuaded to believe it no sacrifice on her sister's part - To Emma, the change was most acceptable, and delightful. Her father, if ill, required little more than gentleness and silence; and, being a man of sense and education, was if able to converse, a welcome companion.

  In his chamber, Emma was at peace from the dreadful mortifications of an unequal society, and family discord - from the immediate endurance of hard-hearted prosperity, low-minded conceit, and wrong-headed folly, engrafted on an untoward disposition. - She still suffered from them in the contemplation of their existence;24 in memory and in prospect, but for the moment, she ceased to be tortured by their effects. - She was at leisure, she could read and think, - though her situation was hardly such as to make reflection very soothing. The evils arising from the loss of her uncle were neither trifling, nor likely to lessen; and when thought had been freely indulged, in contrasting the past and the present, the employment of mind, the dissipation of unpleasant ideas which only reading could produce, made her thankfully turn to a book.

  The change in her home society, and style of life in consequence of the death of one friend and the imprudence of another had indeed been striking. - From being the first object of hope and solicitude of an uncle who had formed her mind with the care of a parent, and of tenderness to an aunt whose amiable temper had delighted to give her every indulgence, from being the life and spirit of a house, where all had been comfort and elegance, and the expected heiress of an easy independence, she was become of importance to no one, a burden on those, whose affection she could not expect, an addition in an house, already overstocked, surrounded by inferior minds with little chance of domestic comfort, and as little hope of future support. - It was well for her that she was naturally cheerful; - for the change was such as might have plunged weak spirits in despondence.

  She was very much pressed by Robert and Jane to return with them to Croydon, and had some difficulty in getting a refusal accepted; as they thought too highly of their own kindness and situation, to suppose the offer could appear in a less advantageous light to anybody else. - Elizabeth gave them her interest, though evidently against her own, in privately urging Emma to go -

  'You do not know what you refuse, Emma -' said she - 'nor what you have to bear at home. - I would advise you by all means to accept the invitation, there is always something lively going on at Croydon, you will be in company almost every day, and Robert and Jane will be very kind to you. - As for me, I shall be no worse off without you, than I have been used to be; but poor Margaret's disagreable ways are new to you, and they would vex you more than you think for, if you stay at home. -'

  Emma was of course uninfluenced, except to greater esteem for Elizabeth, by such representations - and the visitors departed without her. -

  FROM THE SECOND EDITION OF THE Memoir, 1871, p. 364.

  When the author's sister, Cassandra, showed the manuscript of this work to some of her nieces, she also told them something of the intended story; for with this dear sister - though, I believe, with no one else - Jane seems to have talked freely of any work she might have in hand. Mr Watson was soon to die; and Emma to become dependent for a home on her narrow-minded sister-in-law and brother. She was to decline an offer of marriage from Lord Osborne, and much of the interest of the tale was to arise from Lady Osborne's love for Mr Howard, and his counter affection for Emma, whom he was finally to marry.

  SANDITON

  A GENTLEMAN and lady travelling from Tonbridge towards that part of the Sussex coast which lies between Hastings and Eastbourne1, being induced by business to quit the high road, and attempt a very rough lane, were overturned in toiling up its long ascent half rock, half sand. - The accident happened just beyond the only gentleman's house near the lane - a house, which their driver on first being required to take that direction, had conceived to be necessarily their object, and had with most unwilling looks been constrained to pass by -. He had grumbled and shaken his shoulders so much indeed, and pitied and cut his horses so sharply, that he might have been open to the suspicion of overturning them on purpose (especially as the carriage was not his master's own) if the road had not indisputably become considerably worse than before, as soon as the premises of the said house were left behind - expressing with a most intelligent portentous countenance that beyond it no wheels but cart wheels could safely proceed. The severity of the fall was broken by their slow pace and the narrowness of the lane, and the gentleman having scrambled out and helped his companion, they neither of them at first felt more than shaken or bruised. But the gentleman had in the course of the extrication sprained his foot - and soon becoming sensible of it, was obliged in a few moments to cut short, both his remonstrance to the driver and his congratulations to his wife and himself - and sit down on the bank, unable to stand.

  'There is something wrong here,' said he - putting his hand to his ankle2 - 'but never mind, my dear -' looking up at her with a smile, - 'It could not have happened, you know, in a better place. - Good out of evil -. The very thing perhaps to be wished for. We shall soon get relief. - There, I fancy lies my cure' - pointing to the neat-looking end of a cottage, which was seen romantically situated among wood on a high eminence at some little distance - 'Does not that promise to be the very place?'

  His wife fervently hoped it was - but stood, terrified and anxious, neither able to do or suggest anything - and receiving her first real comfort from the sight of several persons now coming to their assistance. The accident had been discerned from a hayfield adjoining the house they had passed - and the persons who approached, were a well-looking hale, gentlemanlike man, of middle age, the proprietor of the place, who happened to be among his haymakers at the time, and three or four of the ablest of them summoned to attend their master - to say nothing of all the rest of the field, men, women and children - not very far off.

  Mr Heywood, such was the name of the said proprietor, advanced with a very civil salutation - much concern for the accident - some surprise at anybody's attempting that road in a carriage - and ready offers of assistance. His courtesies were received with good-breeding and gratitude and while one or two of the men lent their help to the driver in getting the carriage upright again, the traveller said - 'You are extremely obliging sir, and I take you at your word. - The injury to my leg is I dare say very trifling, but it is always best in these cases to have a surgeon's opinion without loss of time; and as the road does not seem at present in a favourable state for my getting up to his house myself, I will thank you to send off one of these good people for the surgeon.'

  'The surgeon sir! -' replied Mr Heywood - 'I am afraid you will find no surgeon at hand here, but I dare say we shall do very well without him.'

  'Nay sir, if he is not in the way, his
partner will do just as well - or rather better - . I would rather see his partner indeed - I would prefer the attendance of his partner. - One of these good people can be with him in three minutes I am sure. I need not ask whether I see the house;' (looking towards the cottage) 'for excepting your own, we have passed none in this place, which can be the abode of a gentleman.'

  Mr Heywood looked very much astonished - and replied - 'What sir! are you expecting to find a surgeon in that cottage? - We have neither surgeon nor partner in the parish I assure you.'

  'Excuse me sir' - replied the other. 'I am sorry to have the appearance of contradicting you - but though from the extent of the parish or some other cause you may not be aware of the fact; - Stay - Can I be mistaken in the place? - Is not this Willingden?'

  'Yes sir, this is certainly Willingden.'

  'Then sir, I can bring proof of your having a surgeon in the parish - whether you may know it or not Here sir -' (taking out his pocket book -) 'if you will do me the favour of casting your eye over these advertisements, which I cut out myself from the Morning Post and the Kentish Gazette, only yesterday morning in London - I think you will be convinced that I am not speaking at random. You will find it an advertisement sir, of the dissolution of a partnership in the medical line - in your own parish - extensive business - undeniable character - respectable references - wishing to form a separate establishment - you will find it at full length sir' - offering him the two little oblong extracts.

  'Sir' - said Mr Heywood with a good humoured smile - 'if you were to show me all the newspapers that are printed in one week throughout the kingdom, you would not persuade me of there being a surgeon in Willingden, - for having lived here ever since I was born, man and boy fifty-seven years, I think I must have known of such a person, at least I may venture to say that he has not much business - To be sure, if gentlemen were to be often attempting this lane in post-chaises, it might not be a bad speculation for a surgeon to get a house at the top of the hill. - But as to that cottage, I can assure you sir that it is in fact - (in spite of its spruce air at this distance -) as indifferent a double tenement as any in the parish, and that my shepherd lives at one end, and three old women at the other.'

 

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