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If
the
Westons
think
it
worth
while
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
chuse
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
's
week
's
account
;
much
rather
,
I
confess
.
--
Pleasure
in
seeing
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
reprobating
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
over-throw
of
every
thing
.
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
Enscombe
without
delay
.
The
substance
of
this
letter
was
forwarded
to
Emma
,
in
a
note
from
Mrs.
Weston
,
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
time
to
hurry
to
Highbury
,
after
breakfast
,
and
take
leave
of
the
few
friends
there
whom
he
could
suppose
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
any
thing
,
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
!
--
Every
body
so
happy
!
and
she
and
her
partner
the
happiest
!
--
"
I
said
it
would
be
so
,
"
was
the
only
consolation
.
