“A man,” said he, “must have a very good opinion of himself when he asks people to leave their own fireside, and encounter such a day as this, for the sake of coming to see him.  He must think himself a most agreeable fellow; I could not do such a thing.  It is the greatest absurdity—­Actually snowing at this moment!—­ The folly of not allowing people to be comfortable at home—­and the folly of people’s not staying comfortably at home when they can!  If we were obliged to go out such an evening as this, by any call of duty or business, what a hardship we should deem it;—­and here are we, probably with rather thinner clothing than usual, setting forward voluntarily, without excuse, in defiance of the voice of nature, which tells man, in every thing given to his view or his feelings, to stay at home himself, and keep all under shelter that he can;—­ here are we setting forward to spend five dull hours in another man’s house, with nothing to say or to hear that was not said and heard yesterday, and may not be said and heard again to-morrow.  Going in dismal weather, to return probably in worse;—­four horses and four servants taken out for nothing but to convey five idle, shivering creatures into colder rooms and worse company than they might have had at home.”

Emma did not find herself equal to give the pleased assent, which no doubt he was in the habit of receiving, to emulate the “Very true, my love,” which must have been usually administered by his travelling companion; but she had resolution enough to refrain from making any answer at all.  She could not be complying, she dreaded being quarrelsome; her heroism reached only to silence.  She allowed him to talk, and arranged the glasses, and wrapped herself up, without opening her lips.

They arrived, the carriage turned, the step was let down, and Mr. Elton, spruce, black, and smiling, was with them instantly.  Emma thought with pleasure of some change of subject.  Mr. Elton was all obligation and cheerfulness; he was so very cheerful in his civilities indeed, that she began to think he must have received a different account of Harriet from what had reached her.  She had sent while dressing, and the answer had been, “Much the same—­ not better.”

“My report from Mrs. Goddard’s,” said she presently, “was not so pleasant as I had hoped—­`Not better’ was my answer.”

His face lengthened immediately; and his voice was the voice of sentiment as he answered.

“Oh! no—­I am grieved to find—­I was on the point of telling you that when I called at Mrs. Goddard’s door, which I did the very last thing before I returned to dress, I was told that Miss Smith was not better, by no means better, rather worse.  Very much grieved and concerned—­ I had flattered myself that she must be better after such a cordial as I knew had been given her in the morning.”

Emma smiled and answered—­“My visit was of use to the nervous part of her complaint, I hope; but not even I can charm away a sore throat; it is a most severe cold indeed.  Mr. Perry has been with her, as you probably heard.”