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Today we will be continuing Emma by Jane Austin, chapter Twelve One thing only.

Was wanting to make the prospect of.

The ball completely satisfactory to Emma.

It's being fixed for a day within the grand term of Frank Churchill's day in Surrey.

For in spite of Mr.

Weston's confidence.

She could not think it so very.

Impossible that the Churchills might not allow.

Their nephew to remain a day beyond his fortnight.

But this was not judged feasible.

The preparations must take their time.

Nothing could be properly ready till the.

Third week were entered on, and for.

A few days they must be planning.

Proceeding, and hoping in uncertainty at the risk, in her opinion, the great risk of it being all in vain.

Enscombe, however, was gracious.

Gracious, in fact, if not in word.

His wish of staying longer evidently did.

Not please, but it was not opposed.

All was safe and prosperous, and as.

The removal of one solicitude generally makes.

Way for another, Emma, being now certain.

Of her ball, began to adopt as.

The next vexation Mr.

Knightley's provoking indifference.

About it, either because he did not dance himself or because the plan had been formed without his being consulted, he seemed resolved that it should not interest him.

Determined against his exciting any present curiosity or affording him any future amusement to.

Her voluntary communications, Emma could get no.

More approving reply then.

Very well.

If the Westons think it worthwhile to.

Be at all this trouble for a.

Few hours of noisy entertainment, I have nothing to say against it but that they shall not choose pleasures for me.

Oh, yes, I must be there.

I could not refuse, and I will keep as much awake as I can.

But I would rather be at home.

Looking over William Larkins'week's account.

Much rather, I confess, pleasure I see in dancing.

Not I.

Indeed, I never look at it.

I do not know who does.

Fine dancing, I believe, like virtue, must be its own reward.

Those who are standing by are usually.

Thinking of something very different.

This, Emma felt, was aimed at her.

And it made her quite angry.

It was not in compliment to Jane.

Fairfax, however, that he was so indifferent or so indignant.

He was not guided by her feelings.

In her probating the ball, for she enjoyed the thought of it to an extraordinary degree.

It made her animated, open hearted.

She voluntarily said, oh, Miss Woodhouse, I.

Hope nothing may happen to prevent the ball.

What a disappointment it would be.

I do look forward to it.

I own with very great pleasure.

It was not to oblige Jane Fairfax.

Therefore, that he would have preferred the.

Society of William Larkins.

No, she was more and more convinced.

That Mrs.

Weston was quite mistaken in that surmise.

There was a great deal of friendly.

And of compassionate attachment on his side, but no love.

Alas, there was soon no leisure for quarrelling with Mr.

Knightley.

Two days of joyful security were immediately followed by the overthrow of everything.

A letter arrived from Mr.

Churchill to urge his nephew's instant return.

Mrs.

Churchill was unwell, far too unwell.

To do without him.

She had been in a very suffering state.

So said her husband when writing to her nephew two days before, though from her usual unwillingness to give pain and constant habit of never thinking of herself.

She had not mentioned it, but now.

She was too ill to trifle, and.

Must entreat him to set off for.

Inc comb without delay.

The substance of this letter was forwarded.

To Emma, and a note from Mrs.

Westin instantly as to his going.

It was inevitable.

He must be gone within a few.

Hours, though without feeling any real alarm.

For his aunt to lessen his repugnance.

He knew her illnesses.

They never occurred, but for her own.

Convenience, Mrs.

Weston added that he could.

Only allow himself to hurry to Highbury.

After breakfast and take leave of the few friends there whom he could supposed.

To feel any interest in him, and.

That he might be expected at Hartfield very soon.

This wretched note was the finale of Emma's breakfast.

When once it had been read, there was no doing anything but lament and exclaim the loss of the ball, the.

Loss of the young man, and all.

That the young man might be feeling.

It was too wretched.

Such a delightful evening as it would have been, everyone's so happy, and she.

And her partner, the happiest I said.

It would be so was the only consolation.

Her father's feelings were quite distinct.

He thought principally of Mrs.

Churchill's illness.

And wanted to know how she was treated.

And as for the ball, it was.

Shocking to have dear Emma disappointed, but.

They would all be safer at home.

Emma was ready for her visitors some.

Time before he appeared, but if this reflected at all upon his impatience, his.

Sorrowful look and total want of spirits when he did come might redeem him.

He felt the going away almost too.

Much to speak of it.

His dejection was most evident.

He sat really lost in thought for.

The first few minutes, and when rousing.

Himself, it was only to say, of.

All horrid things, leave taking is the worst.

But you will come again, said Emma.

This will not be your only visit.

To Randall's, shaking his head the uncertainty of when I may be able to.

Return, I shall try for it with a zeal.

It will be the object of all my thoughts and cares, and if my uncle and aunt go to town this spring.

But I am afraid they did not stir last spring.

I am afraid it is a custom gone forever.

Our poor ball must be quite given up, that ball.

Why did we wait for anything?

Why not seize the pleasure at once?

How often is happiness destroyed by preparation?

Foolish preparation.

You told us it would be so.

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, why are you always so right?

Indeed, I am very sorry to be right in this instance.

I would much rather have been married than wise.

If I can come again, we are.

Still to have our ball.

My father depends on it.

Do not forget your engagement.

Emma looked graciously.

Such a fortnight as it has been, he continued.

Every day more precious and more delightful than the day before.

Every day making me less fit to bear any other place happy.

Those who can remain at Highbury as you do us such ample justice.

Now, said Emma, laughing, I will venture to ask whether you did not come.

A little doubtfully at first.

Do not we rather surpass your expectations?

I am sure we do.

I am sure you did not much expect to like us.

You would not have been so long in coming if you had had a.

Pleasant idea of Highbury.

He laughed rather consciously, and though denying.

The sentiment, Emma was convinced that it had been so.

And you must be off this very morning?

Yes.

My father is to join me here.

We shall walk back together.

And I must be off immediately.

I am almost afraid that every moment will bring him not five minutes to spare.

Even for your friends, Ms.

Fairfax and Ms.

Bates.

How unlucky.

Ms.

Bates powerful argumentative mind might have straightened yours.

Yes, I have called there, passing the door.

I thought it better.

It was the right thing to do.

I went in for three minutes and was detained by Miss Bates'being absent.

She was out, and I felt it.

Impossible not to wait till she came in.

She is a woman that one must.

Laugh at, but that one would not wish to slight.

It was better to pay my visit then.

He hesitated, got up, walked to a window.

In short, said he, perhaps, Miss Woodhouse.

I think you can hardly be quite without suspicion.

He looked at her as if wanting.

To read her thoughts.

She hardly knew what to say.

It seemed like the forerunner of something.

Absolutely serious, which she did not wish.

Forcing herself to speak, therefore, in the.

Hope of putting it by, she calmly.

Said, you are quite in the right.

It was most natural to pay your visit.

Then he was silent.

She believed he was looking at her properly, reflecting on what she had said and trying to understand the manner.

She heard him sigh.

It was natural for him to feel that he had caused to sigh.

He could not believe her to be encouraging him.

A few awkward moments passed, and he sat down again, and in a more.

Determined manner said it was something to.

Feel that all the rest of my time might be given to Hartfield.

My regard for Hartfield is most warm.

He stopped again, rose again, and seemed quite embarrassed.

He was more in love with her.

Than Emma had supposed, and who can say how it might have ended if.

His father had not made his appearance?

Mr.

Woodhouse soon followed, and the necessity of exertion made him composed.

A few minutes more, however, completed the present trial.

Mr.

Weston, always alert when business was.

To be done, and as incapable of procrastinating any evil that was inevitable as.

Of foreseeing any that was doubtful, said.

It was time to go, and the.

Young man, though he might and did.

Sigh, could not but agree to take leave.

I shall hear about you all, said he.

That is my chief consolation.

I shall hear of everything that is.

Going on among you.

I have engaged Mrs.

Weston to correspond with me.

She has been so kind as to promise it.

Oh, the blessing of a female correspondent.

When one is really interested in the absent.

She will tell me everything in her letters.

I shall be at Deer Highbury again.

A very friendly shake of the hand.

A very earnest goodbye.

Closed the speech, and the door had soon shut out.

Frank Churchill short had been the notice short their meeting.

He was gone, and Emma felt so.

Sorry to part and foresaw so great.

A loss to their little society from his absence as to begin to be afraid of being too sorry and feeling it too much.

It was a sad change.

They had been meeting almost every day since his arrival.

Certainly his being at Randalls had given.

Great spirit to the last two weeks.

Indescribable spirit.

The idea, the expectation of seeing him.

Which every morning had brought the assurance of his attentions, his liveliness, his manners.

It had been a very happy fortnight.

And forlorn must be the sinking from it into the common course of Hartfield days to complete every other recommendation.

He had almost told her that he loved her.

What strength or what constancy of affection he might be subject to, was another point.

But at present she could not doubt.

His having a decidedly warm admiration.

A conscience preference of herself.

And this persuasion, joined to all the.

Rest, made her think that she must.

Be a little in love with him, in spite of every previous determination against it.

I certainly must, said she.

This sensation of listlessness, weariness stupidity, this.

Disinclination to sit down and employ myself.

This feeling of everything's being dull and.

Insipid about the house.

I must be in love.

I should be the oddest creature in the world if I were not for a few weeks at least.

Well, evil to some is always good to others.

I shall have many fellow mourners for.

The ball, if not for Frank Churchill.

But Mr.

Knightley will be happy.

He may spend the evening with his dear William Larkins.

Now, if he likes.

Mr.

Knightley, however, showed no triumphant happiness.

He could not say that he was sorry on his own account.

His very cheerful look would have contradicted.

Him if he had.

But he said and very steadily that.

He was sorry for the disappointment of the others.

And with considerable kindness added, you, Emma.

Who have so few opportunities of dancing.

You'Re really out of luck.

You are very much out of luck.

It was some days before she saw.

Jane Fairfax to judge of her honest.

Regret in this woeful change.

But when they did meet, her composure was odious.

She had been particularly unwell, however, suffering.

From headache to a degree which made.

Her aunt declare that had the ball.

Taking place, she did not think Jane.

Could have attended it.

And it was charity to impute some.

Of her unbecoming indifference to the languor of ill health.

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