have no doubt--putting every thing together--that Jane was resolved to receive no kindness from her. She was sorry, very sorry. Her heart was grieved for a state which seemed but the more pitiable from this sort of irritation of spirits, inconsistency of action, and inequality of powers; and it mortified her that she was given so little credit for proper feeling, or esteemed so little worthy as a friend: but she had the consolation of knowing that her intentions were good, and of being able to say to herself, that could Mr. Knightley have been privy to all her attempts of assisting Jane Fairfax, could he even have seen into her heart, he would not, on this occasion, have found any thing to reprove.
ONE morning, about ten days after Mrs. Churchill's decease, Emma was called down stairs to Mr. Weston, who 'could not stay five minutes, and wanted particularly to speak with her.' --He met her at the parlour door, and hardly asking her how she did, in the natural key of his voice, sunk it immediately, to say, unheard by her father,
'Can you come to Randall's at any time this morning?-- Do, if it be possible. Mrs. Weston wants to see you. She must see you.'
'Is she unwell?'
'No, no, not at all--only a little agitated. She would have ordered the carriage, and come to you, but she must see you alone, and that you know--(nodding towards her father)-- Humph!--Can you come?'
'Certainly. This moment, if you please. It is impossible to refuse what you ask in such a way. But what can be the matter?--Is she really not ill?'
'Depend upon me--but ask no more questions. You will know it all in time. The most unaccountable business! But hush, hush!'