It was his jealousy of Frank Churchill that had taken him from the country.-The Box Hill party had decided him on going away.

He would save himself from witnessing again such permitted, encouraged attentions.-He had gone to learn to be indifferent.-But he had gone to a wrong place. There was too much domestic happiness in his brother's house; woman wore too amiable a form in it;

Isabella was too much like Emma-differing only in those striking inferiorities, which always brought the other in brilliancy before him, for much to have been done, even had his time been longer.-He had stayed on, however, vigorously, day after day-till this very morning's post had conveyed the history of Jane Fairfax.-Then, with the gladness which must be felt, nay, which he did not scruple to feel, having never believed Frank Churchill to be at all deserving Emma, was there so much fond solicitude, so much keen anxiety for her, that he could stay no longer. He had ridden home through the rain; and had walked up directly after dinner, to see how this sweetest and best of all creatures, faultless in spite of all her faults, bore the discovery.

He had found her agitated and low.-Frank Churchill was a villain.-He heard her declare that she had never loved him. Frank Churchill's character was not desperate.-She was his own Emma, by hand and word, when they returned into the house; and if he could have thought of Frank Churchill then, he might have deemed him a very good sort of fellow.

CHAPTER XIV

What totally different feelings did Emma take back into the house from what she had brought out!-she had then been only daring to hope for a little respite of suffering;-she was now in an exquisite flutter of happiness, and such happiness moreover as she believed must still be greater when the flutter should have passed away.

They sat down to tea-the same party round the same table-how often it had been collected!-and how often had her eyes fallen on the same shrubs in the lawn, and observed the same beautiful effect of the western sun!-But never in such a state of spirits, never in any thing like it; and it was with difficulty that she could summon enough of her usual self to be the attentive lady of the house, or even the attentive daughter.

Poor Mr. Woodhouse little suspected what was plotting against him in the breast of that man whom he was so cordially welcoming, and so anxiously hoping might not have taken cold from his ride.-Could he have seen the heart, he would have cared very little for the lungs; but without the most distant imagination of the impending evil, without the slightest perception of any thing extraordinary in the looks or ways of either, he repeated to them very comfortably all the articles of news he had received from Mr. Perry, and talked on with much self-contentment, totally unsuspicious of what they could have told him in return.

As long as Mr. Knightley remained with them, Emma's fever continued; but when he was gone, she began to be a little tranquillised and subdued-and in the course of the sleepless night, which was the tax for such an evening, she found one or two such very serious points to consider, as made her feel, that even her happiness must have some alloy. Her father-and Harriet. She could not be alone without feeling the full weight of their separate claims; and how to guard the comfort of both to the utmost, was the question.

With respect to her father, it was a question soon answered.

She hardly knew yet what Mr. Knightley would ask; but a very short parley with her own heart produced the most solemn resolution of never quitting her father.-She even wept over the idea of it, as a sin of thought. While he lived, it must be only an engagement; but she flattered herself, that if divested of the danger of drawing her away, it might become an increase of comfort to him.-How to do her best by Harriet, was of more difficult decision;-how to spare her from any unnecessary pain; how to make her any possible atonement; how to appear least her enemy?-On these subjects, her perplexity and distress were very great-and her mind had to pass again and again through every bitter reproach and sorrowful regret that had ever surrounded it.-She could only resolve at last, that she would still avoid a meeting with her, and communicate all that need be told by letter; that it would be inexpressibly desirable to have her removed just now for a time from Highbury, and-indulging in one scheme more-nearly resolve, that it might be practicable to get an invitation for her to Brunswick Square.-Isabella had been pleased with Harriet; and a few weeks spent in London must give her some amusement.-She did not think it in Harriet's nature to escape being benefited by novelty and variety, by the streets, the shops, and the children.-At any rate, it would be a proof of attention and kindness in herself, from whom every thing was due; a separation for the present; an averting of the evil day, when they must all be together again.

She rose early, and wrote her letter to Harriet; an employment which left her so very serious, so nearly sad, that Mr. Knightley, in walking up to Hartfield to breakfast, did not arrive at all too soon; and half an hour stolen afterwards to go over the same ground again with him, literally and figuratively, was quite necessary to reinstate her in a proper share of the happiness of the evening before.

He had not left her long, by no means long enough for her to have the slightest inclination for thinking of any body else, when a letter was brought her from Randalls-a very thick letter;-she guessed what it must contain, and deprecated the necessity of reading it.-She was now in perfect charity with Frank Churchill; she wanted no explanations, she wanted only to have her thoughts to herself-and as for understanding any thing he wrote, she was sure she was incapable of it.-It must be waded through, however. She opened the packet; it was too surely so;-a note from Mrs. Weston to herself, ushered in the letter from Frank to Mrs. Weston.

"I have the greatest pleasure, my dear Emma, in forwarding to you the enclosed. I know what thorough justice you will do it, and have scarcely a doubt of its happy effect.-I think we shall never materially disagree about the writer again; but I will not delay you by a long preface.-We are quite well.-This letter has been the cure of all the little nervousness I have been feeling lately.-I did not quite like your looks on Tuesday, but it was an ungenial morning; and though you will never own being affected by weather, I think every body feels a north-east wind.-I felt for your dear father very much in the storm of Tuesday afternoon and yesterday morning, but had the comfort of hearing last night, by Mr. Perry, that it had not made him ill.

"Yours ever,

"A. W."

[To Mrs. Weston.]

WINDSOR-JULY.

MY DEAR MADAM,

"If I made myself intelligible yesterday, this letter will be expected; but expected or not, I know it will be read with candour and indulgence.-You are all goodness, and I believe there will be need of even all your goodness to allow for some parts of my past conduct.-But I have been forgiven by one who had still more to resent.

My courage rises while I write. It is very difficult for the prosperous to be humble. I have already met with such success in two applications for pardon, that I may be in danger of thinking myself too sure of yours, and of those among your friends who have had any ground of offence.-You must all endeavour to comprehend the exact nature of my situation when I first arrived at Randalls; you must consider me as having a secret which was to be kept at all hazards. This was the fact. My right to place myself in a situation requiring such concealment, is another question.

I shall not discuss it here. For my temptation to think it a right, I refer every caviller to a brick house, sashed windows below, and casements above, in Highbury. I dared not address her openly; my difficulties in the then state of Enscombe must be too well known to require definition; and I was fortunate enough to prevail, before we parted at Weymouth, and to induce the most upright female mind in the creation to stoop in charity to a secret engagement.-Had she refused, I should have gone mad.-But you will be ready to say, what was your hope in doing this?-What did you look forward to?-To any thing, every thing-to time, chance, circumstance, slow effects, sudden bursts, perseverance and weariness, health and sickness.

Every possibility of good was before me, and the first of blessings secured, in obtaining her promises of faith and correspondence.

If you need farther explanation, I have the honour, my dear madam, of being your husband's son, and the advantage of inheriting a disposition to hope for good, which no inheritance of houses or lands can ever equal the value of.-See me, then, under these circumstances, arriving on my first visit to Randalls;-and here I am conscious of wrong, for that visit might have been sooner paid.

You will look back and see that I did not come till Miss Fairfax was in Highbury; and as you were the person slighted, you will forgive me instantly; but I must work on my father's compassion, by reminding him, that so long as I absented myself from his house, so long I lost the blessing of knowing you. My behaviour, during the very happy fortnight which I spent with you, did not, I hope, lay me open to reprehension, excepting on one point.

And now I come to the principal, the only important part of my conduct while belonging to you, which excites my own anxiety, or requires very solicitous explanation. With the greatest respect, and the warmest friendship, do I mention Miss Woodhouse; my father perhaps will think I ought to add, with the deepest humiliation.-A few words which dropped from him yesterday spoke his opinion, and some censure I acknowledge myself liable to.-My behaviour to Miss Woodhouse indicated, I believe, more than it ought.-In order to assist a concealment so essential to me, I was led on to make more than an allowable use of the sort of intimacy into which we were immediately thrown.-I cannot deny that Miss Woodhouse was my ostensible object-but I am sure you will believe the declaration, that had I not been convinced of her indifference, I would not have been induced by any selfish views to go on.-Amiable and delightful as Miss Woodhouse is, she never gave me the idea of a young woman likely to be attached; and that she was perfectly free from any tendency to being attached to me, was as much my conviction as my wish.-She received my attentions with an easy, friendly, goodhumoured playfulness, which exactly suited me.

We seemed to understand each other. From our relative situation, those attentions were her due, and were felt to be so.-Whether Miss Woodhouse began really to understand me before the expiration of that fortnight, I cannot say;-when I called to take leave of her, I remember that I was within a moment of confessing the truth, and I then fancied she was not without suspicion; but I have no doubt of her having since detected me, at least in some degree.-She may not have surmised the whole, but her quickness must have penetrated a part. I cannot doubt it. You will find, whenever the subject becomes freed from its present restraints, that it did not take her wholly by surprize. She frequently gave me hints of it. I remember her telling me at the ball, that I owed Mrs. Elton gratitude for her attentions to Miss Fairfax.-I hope this history of my conduct towards her will be admitted by you and my father as great extenuation of what you saw amiss.

While you considered me as having sinned against Emma Woodhouse, I could deserve nothing from either. Acquit me here, and procure for me, when it is allowable, the acquittal and good wishes of that said Emma Woodhouse, whom I regard with so much brotherly affection, as to long to have her as deeply and as happily in love as myself.-Whatever strange things I said or did during that fortnight, you have now a key to. My heart was in Highbury, and my business was to get my body thither as often as might be, and with the least suspicion.

If you remember any queernesses, set them all to the right account.-Of the pianoforte so much talked of, I feel it only necessary to say, that its being ordered was absolutely unknown to Miss F-, who would never have allowed me to send it, had any choice been given her.-The delicacy of her mind throughout the whole engagement, my dear madam, is much beyond my power of doing justice to.

You will soon, I earnestly hope, know her thoroughly yourself.-No description can describe her. She must tell you herself what she is-yet not by word, for never was there a human creature who would so designedly suppress her own merit.-Since I began this letter, which will be longer than I foresaw, I have heard from her.-She gives a good account of her own health; but as she never complains, I dare not depend. I want to have your opinion of her looks.

I know you will soon call on her; she is living in dread of the visit.

Perhaps it is paid already. Let me hear from you without delay;

I am impatient for a thousand particulars. Remember how few minutes I was at Randalls, and in how bewildered, how mad a state: and I am not much better yet; still insane either from happiness or misery. When I think of the kindness and favour I have met with, of her excellence and patience, and my uncle's generosity, I am mad with joy: but when I recollect all the uneasiness I occasioned her, and how little I deserve to be forgiven, I am mad with anger.

If I could but see her again!-But I must not propose it yet.

My uncle has been too good for me to encroach.-I must still add to this long letter. You have not heard all that you ought to hear.

I could not give any connected detail yesterday; but the suddenness, and, in one light, the unseasonableness with which the affair burst out, needs explanation; for though the event of the 26th ult., as you will conclude, immediately opened to me the happiest prospects, I should not have presumed on such early measures, but from the very particular circumstances, which left me not an hour to lose.

I should myself have shrunk from any thing so hasty, and she would have felt every scruple of mine with multiplied strength and refinement.-But I had no choice. The hasty engagement she had entered into with that woman-Here, my dear madam, I was obliged to leave off abruptly, to recollect and compose myself.-I have been walking over the country, and am now, I hope, rational enough to make the rest of my letter what it ought to be.-It is, in fact, a most mortifying retrospect for me. I behaved shamefully. And here I can admit, that my manners to Miss W., in being unpleasant to Miss F., were highly blameable.

She disapproved them, which ought to have been enough.-My plea of concealing the truth she did not think sufficient.-She was displeased;

I thought unreasonably so: I thought her, on a thousand occasions, unnecessarily scrupulous and cautious: I thought her even cold.