you might have a headache!—­ seeing you pass by so often, and knowing how much trouble you must have.  Delighted to hear it indeed.  Ah! dear Mrs. Elton, so obliged to you for the carriage!—­excellent time.  Jane and I quite ready.  Did not keep the horses a moment.  Most comfortable carriage.—­ Oh! and I am sure our thanks are due to you, Mrs. Weston, on that score.  Mrs. Elton had most kindly sent Jane a note, or we should have been.—­ But two such offers in one day!—­Never were such neighbours.  I said to my mother, `Upon my word, ma’am—.’  Thank you, my mother is remarkably well.  Gone to Mr. Woodhouse’s.  I made her take her shawl—­for the evenings are not warm—­her large new shawl—­ Mrs. Dixon’s wedding-present.—­So kind of her to think of my mother!  Bought at Weymouth, you know—­Mr. Dixon’s choice.  There were three others, Jane says, which they hesitated about some time.  Colonel Campbell rather preferred an olive.  My dear Jane, are you sure you did not wet your feet?—­It was but a drop or two, but I am so afraid:—­but Mr. Frank Churchill was so extremely—­ and there was a mat to step upon—­I shall never forget his extreme politeness.—­Oh!  Mr. Frank Churchill, I must tell you my mother’s spectacles have never been in fault since; the rivet never came out again.  My mother often talks of your good-nature.  Does not she, Jane?—­Do not we often talk of Mr. Frank Churchill?—­ Ah! here’s Miss Woodhouse.—­Dear Miss Woodhouse, how do you do?—­ Very well I thank you, quite well.  This is meeting quite in fairy-land!—­ Such a transformation!—­Must not compliment, I know (eyeing Emma most complacently)—­that would be rude—­but upon my word, Miss Woodhouse, you do look—­how do you like Jane’s hair?—­You are a judge.—­ She did it all herself.  Quite wonderful how she does her hair!—­ No hairdresser from London I think could.—­Ah!  Dr. Hughes I declare—­ and Mrs. Hughes.  Must go and speak to Dr. and Mrs. Hughes for a moment.—­How do you do?  How do you do?—­Very well, I thank you.  This is delightful, is not it?—­Where’s dear Mr. Richard?—­ Oh! there he is.  Don’t disturb him.  Much better employed talking to the young ladies.  How do you do, Mr. Richard?—­I saw you the other day as you rode through the town—­Mrs. Otway, I protest!—­ and good Mr. Otway, and Miss Otway and Miss Caroline.—­Such a host of friends!—­and Mr. George and Mr. Arthur!—­How do you do?  How do you all do?—­Quite well, I am much obliged to you.  Never better.—­ Don’t I hear another carriage?—­Who can this be?—­very likely the worthy Coles.—­Upon my word, this is charming to be standing about among such friends!  And such a noble fire!—­I am quite roasted.  No coffee, I thank you, for me—­never take coffee.—­A little tea if you please, sir, by and bye,—­no hurry—­Oh! here it comes.  Every thing so good!”