Chapter 14

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.