“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 gentleman’s 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. Woodhouse’s 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.