Emma

by Jane Austen

Page 43

 

  "Never! really, never!-Bless me! how could it be?-Then I must have dreamt it-but I was completely persuaded-Miss Smith, you walk as if you were tired. You will not be sorry to find yourself at home. "

  "What is this?-What is this?" cried Mr. Weston, "about Perry and a carriage? Is Perry going to set up his carriage, Frank?

  I am glad he can afford it. You had it from himself, had you?"

  "No, sir," replied his son, laughing, "I seem to have had it from nobody. -Very odd!-I really was persuaded of Mrs. Westons having mentioned it in one of her letters to Enscombe, many weeks ago, with all these particulars-but as she declares she never heard a syllable of it before, of course it must have been a dream. I am a great dreamer. I dream of every body at Highbury when I am away-and when I have gone through my particular friends, then I begin dreaming of Mr. and Mrs. Perry. "

  "It is odd though," observed his father, "that you should have had such a regular connected dream about people whom it was not very likely you should be thinking of at Enscombe. Perrys setting up his carriage! and his wifes persuading him to it, out of care for his health-just what will happen, I have no doubt, some time or other; only a little premature. What an air of probability sometimes runs through a dream! And at others, what a heap of absurdities it is! Well, Frank, your dream certainly shews that Highbury is in your thoughts when you are absent. Emma, you are a great dreamer, I think?"

  Emma was out of hearing. She had hurried on before her guests to prepare her father for their appearance, and was beyond the reach of Mr. Westons hint.

  "Why, to own the truth," cried Miss Bates, who had been trying in vain to be heard the last two minutes, "if I must speak on this subject, there is no denying that Mr. Frank Churchill might have-I do not mean to say that he did not dream it-I am sure I have sometimes the oddest dreams in the world-but if I am questioned about it, I must acknowledge that there was such an idea last spring; for Mrs. Perry herself mentioned it to my mother, and the Coles knew of it as well as ourselves-but it was quite a secret, known to nobody else, and only thought of about three days.

  Mrs. Perry was very anxious that he should have a carriage, and came to my mother in great spirits one morning because she thought she had prevailed. Jane, dont you remember grandmamas telling us of it when we got home? I forget where we had been walking to-very likely to Randalls; yes, I think it was to Randalls.

  Mrs. Perry was always particularly fond of my mother-indeed I do not know who is not-and she had mentioned it to her in confidence; she had no objection to her telling us, of course, but it was not to go beyond: and, from that day to this, I never mentioned it to a soul that I know of. At the same time, I will not positively answer for my having never dropt a hint, because I know I do sometimes pop out a thing before I am aware. I am a talker, you know; I am rather a talker; and now and then I have let a thing escape me which I should not. I am not like Jane; I wish I were.

  I will answer for it she never betrayed the least thing in the world.

  Where is she?-Oh! just behind. Perfectly remember Mrs. Perrys coming. -Extraordinary dream, indeed!"

  They were entering the hall. Mr. Knightleys eyes had preceded Miss Batess in a glance at Jane. From Frank Churchills face, where he thought he saw confusion suppressed or laughed away, he had involuntarily turned to hers; but she was indeed behind, and too busy with her shawl. Mr. Weston had walked in. The two other gentlemen waited at the door to let her pass. Mr. Knightley suspected in Frank Churchill the determination of catching her eye-he seemed watching her intently-in vain, however, if it were so-Jane passed between them into the hall, and looked at neither.

  There was no time for farther remark or explanation. The dream must be borne with, and Mr. Knightley must take his seat with the rest round the large modern circular table which Emma had introduced at Hartfield, and which none but Emma could have had power to place there and persuade her father to use, instead of the small-sized Pembroke, on which two of his daily meals had, for forty years been crowded.

  Tea passed pleasantly, and nobody seemed in a hurry to move.

  "Miss Woodhouse," said Frank Churchill, after examining a table behind him, which he could reach as he sat, "have your nephews taken away their alphabets-their box of letters? It used to stand here.

  Where is it? This is a sort of dull-looking evening, that ought to be treated rather as winter than summer. We had great amusement with those letters one morning. I want to puzzle you again. "

  Emma was pleased with the thought; and producing the box, the table was quickly scattered over with alphabets, which no one seemed so much disposed to employ as their two selves. They were rapidly forming words for each other, or for any body else who would be puzzled.

  The quietness of the game made it particularly eligible for Mr. Woodhouse, who had often been distressed by the more animated sort, which Mr. Weston had occasionally introduced, and who now sat happily occupied in lamenting, with tender melancholy, over the departure of the "poor little boys," or in fondly pointing out, as he took up any stray letter near him, how beautifully Emma had written it.

  Frank Churchill placed a word before Miss Fairfax. She gave a slight glance round the table, and applied herself to it.

  Frank was next to Emma, Jane opposite to them-and Mr. Knightley so placed as to see them all; and it was his object to see as much as he could, with as little apparent observation. The word was discovered, and with a faint smile pushed away. If meant to be immediately mixed with the others, and buried from sight, she should have looked on the table instead of looking just across, for it was not mixed; and Harriet, eager after every fresh word, and finding out none, directly took it up, and fell to work.

  She was sitting by Mr. Knightley, and turned to him for help.

  The word was blunder; and as Harriet exultingly proclaimed it, there was a blush on Janes cheek which gave it a meaning not otherwise ostensible. Mr. Knightley connected it with the dream; but how it could all be, was beyond his comprehension.

  How the delicacy, the discretion of his favourite could have been so lain asleep! He feared there must be some decided involvement.

  Disingenuousness and double dealing seemed to meet him at every turn.

  These letters were but the vehicle for gallantry and trick.

  It was a childs play, chosen to conceal a deeper game on Frank Churchills part.

  With great indignation did he continue to observe him; with great alarm and distrust, to observe also his two blinded companions.

  He saw a short word prepared for Emma, and given to her with a look sly and demure. He saw that Emma had soon made it out, and found it highly entertaining, though it was something which she judged it proper to appear to censure; for she said, "Nonsense! for shame!"

  He heard Frank Churchill next say, with a glance towards Jane,

  "I will give it to her-shall I?"-and as clearly heard Emma opposing it with eager laughing warmth. "No, no, you must not; you shall not, indeed. "

  It was done however. This gallant young man, who seemed to love without feeling, and to recommend himself without complaisance, directly handed over the word to Miss Fairfax, and with a particular degree of sedate civility entreated her to study it. Mr. Knightleys excessive curiosity to know what this word might be, made him seize every possible moment for darting his eye towards it, and it was not long before he saw it to be Dixon. Jane Fairfaxs perception seemed to accompany his; her comprehension was certainly more equal to the covert meaning, the superior intelligence, of those five letters so arranged. She was evidently displeased; looked up, and seeing herself watched, blushed more deeply than he had ever perceived her, and saying only, "I did not know that proper names were allowed," pushed away the letters with even an angry spirit, and looked resolved to be engaged by no other word that could be offered.

  Her face was averted from those who had made the attack, and turned towards her aunt.

  "Aye, very true, my dear," cried the latter, th
ough Jane had not spoken a word-"I was just going to say the same thing. It is time for us to be going indeed. The evening is closing in, and grandmama will be looking for us. My dear sir, you are too obliging.

  We really must wish you good night. "

  Janes alertness in moving, proved her as ready as her aunt had preconceived. She was immediately up, and wanting to quit the table; but so many were also moving, that she could not get away; and Mr. Knightley thought he saw another collection of letters anxiously pushed towards her, and resolutely swept away by her unexamined.

  She was afterwards looking for her shawl-Frank Churchill was looking also-it was growing dusk, and the room was in confusion; and how they parted, Mr. Knightley could not tell.

  He remained at Hartfield after all the rest, his thoughts full of what he had seen; so full, that when the candles came to assist his observations, he must-yes, he certainly must, as a friend-an anxious friend-give Emma some hint, ask her some question.

  He could not see her in a situation of such danger, without trying to preserve her. It was his duty.

  "Pray, Emma," said he, "may I ask in what lay the great amusement, the poignant sting of the last word given to you and Miss Fairfax?

  I saw the word, and am curious to know how it could be so very entertaining to the one, and so very distressing to the other. "

  Emma was extremely confused. She could not endure to give him the true explanation; for though her suspicions were by no means removed, she was really ashamed of having ever imparted them.

  "Oh!" she cried in evident embarrassment, "it all meant nothing; a mere joke among ourselves. "

  "The joke," he replied gravely, "seemed confined to you and Mr. Churchill. "

  He had hoped she would speak again, but she did not. She would rather busy herself about any thing than speak. He sat a little while in doubt. A variety of evils crossed his mind. Interference-fruitless interference. Emmas confusion, and the acknowledged intimacy, seemed to declare her affection engaged. Yet he would speak.

  He owed it to her, to risk any thing that might be involved in an unwelcome interference, rather than her welfare; to encounter any thing, rather than the remembrance of neglect in such a cause.

  "My dear Emma," said he at last, with earnest kindness, "do you think you perfectly understand the degree of acquaintance between the gentleman and lady we have been speaking of?"

  "Between Mr. Frank Churchill and Miss Fairfax? Oh! yes, perfectly. -Why do you make a doubt of it?"

  "Have you never at any time had reason to think that he admired her, or that she admired him?"

  "Never, never!" she cried with a most open eagerness-"Never, for the twentieth part of a moment, did such an idea occur to me.

  And how could it possibly come into your head?"

  "I have lately imagined that I saw symptoms of attachment between them-certain expressive looks, which I did not believe meant to be public. "

  "Oh! you amuse me excessively. I am delighted to find that you can vouchsafe to let your imagination wander-but it will not do-very sorry to check you in your first essay-but indeed it will not do. There is no admiration between them, I do assure you; and the appearances which have caught you, have arisen from some peculiar circumstances-feelings rather of a totally different nature-it is impossible exactly to explain:-there is a good deal of nonsense in it-but the part which is capable of being communicated, which is sense, is, that they are as far from any attachment or admiration for one another, as any two beings in the world can be.

  That is, I presume it to be so on her side, and I can answer for its being so on his. I will answer for the gentlemans indifference. "

  She spoke with a confidence which staggered, with a satisfaction which silenced, Mr. Knightley. She was in gay spirits, and would have prolonged the conversation, wanting to hear the particulars of his suspicions, every look described, and all the wheres and hows of a circumstance which highly entertained her: but his gaiety did not meet hers. He found he could not be useful, and his feelings were too much irritated for talking. That he might not be irritated into an absolute fever, by the fire which Mr. Woodhouses tender habits required almost every evening throughout the year, he soon afterwards took a hasty leave, and walked home to the coolness and solitude of Donwell Abbey.

  CHAPTER VI

  After being long fed with hopes of a speedy visit from Mr. and Mrs. Suckling, the Highbury world were obliged to endure the mortification of hearing that they could not possibly come till the autumn.

  No such importation of novelties could enrich their intellectual stores at present. In the daily interchange of news, they must be again restricted to the other topics with which for a while the Sucklings coming had been united, such as the last accounts of Mrs. Churchill, whose health seemed every day to supply a different report, and the situation of Mrs. Weston, whose happiness it was to be hoped might eventually be as much increased by the arrival of a child, as that of all her neighbours was by the approach of it.

  Mrs. Elton was very much disappointed. It was the delay of a great deal of pleasure and parade. Her introductions and recommendations must all wait, and every projected party be still only talked of.

  So she thought at first;-but a little consideration convinced her that every thing need not be put off. Why should not they explore to Box Hill though the Sucklings did not come? They could go there again with them in the autumn. It was settled that they should go to Box Hill. That there was to be such a party had been long generally known: it had even given the idea of another.

  Emma had never been to Box Hill; she wished to see what every body found so well worth seeing, and she and Mr. Weston had agreed to chuse some fine morning and drive thither. Two or three more of the chosen only were to be admitted to join them, and it was to be done in a quiet, unpretending, elegant way, infinitely superior to the bustle and preparation, the regular eating and drinking, and picnic parade of the Eltons and the Sucklings.

  This was so very well understood between them, that Emma could not but feel some surprise, and a little displeasure, on hearing from Mr. Weston that he had been proposing to Mrs. Elton, as her brother and sister had failed her, that the two parties should unite, and go together; and that as Mrs. Elton had very readily acceded to it, so it was to be, if she had no objection. Now, as her objection was nothing but her very great dislike of Mrs. Elton, of which Mr. Weston must already be perfectly aware, it was not worth bringing forward again:-it could not be done without a reproof to him, which would be giving pain to his wife; and she found herself therefore obliged to consent to an arrangement which she would have done a great deal to avoid; an arrangement which would probably expose her even to the degradation of being said to be of Mrs. Eltons party! Every feeling was offended; and the forbearance of her outward submission left a heavy arrear due of secret severity in her reflections on the unmanageable goodwill of Mr. Westons temper.