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"
Why
,
to
own
the
truth
,
"
cried
Miss
Bates
,
who
had
been
trying
in
vain
to
be
heard
the
last
two
minutes
,
"
if
I
must
speak
on
this
subject
,
there
is
no
denying
that
Mr.
Frank
Churchill
might
have
--
I
do
not
mean
to
say
that
he
did
not
dream
it
--
I
am
sure
I
have
sometimes
the
oddest
dreams
in
the
world
--
but
if
I
am
questioned
about
it
,
I
must
acknowledge
that
there
was
such
an
idea
last
spring
;
for
Mrs.
Perry
herself
mentioned
it
to
my
mother
,
and
the
Coles
knew
of
it
as
well
as
ourselves
--
but
it
was
quite
a
secret
,
known
to
nobody
else
,
and
only
thought
of
about
three
days
.
Mrs.
Perry
was
very
anxious
that
he
should
have
a
carriage
,
and
came
to
my
mother
in
great
spirits
one
morning
because
she
thought
she
had
prevailed
.
Jane
,
do
n't
you
remember
grandmama
's
telling
us
of
it
when
we
got
home
?
I
forget
where
we
had
been
walking
to
--
very
likely
to
Randalls
;
yes
,
I
think
it
was
to
Randalls
.
Mrs.
Perry
was
always
particularly
fond
of
my
mother
--
indeed
I
do
not
know
who
is
not
--
and
she
had
mentioned
it
to
her
in
confidence
;
she
had
no
objection
to
her
telling
us
,
of
course
,
but
it
was
not
to
go
beyond
:
and
,
from
that
day
to
this
,
I
never
mentioned
it
to
a
soul
that
I
know
of
.
At
the
same
time
,
I
will
not
positively
answer
for
my
having
never
dropt
a
hint
,
because
I
know
I
do
sometimes
pop
out
a
thing
before
I
am
aware
.
I
am
a
talker
,
you
know
;
I
am
rather
a
talker
;
and
now
and
then
I
have
let
a
thing
escape
me
which
I
should
not
.
I
am
not
like
Jane
;
I
wish
I
were
.
I
will
answer
for
it
she
never
betrayed
the
least
thing
in
the
world
.
Where
is
she
?
--
Oh
!
just
behind
.
Perfectly
remember
Mrs.
Perry
's
coming
.
--
Extraordinary
dream
,
indeed
!
"
They
were
entering
the
hall
.
Mr.
Knightley
's
eyes
had
preceded
Miss
Bates
's
in
a
glance
at
Jane
.
From
Frank
Churchill
's
face
,
where
he
thought
he
saw
confusion
suppressed
or
laughed
away
,
he
had
involuntarily
turned
to
hers
;
but
she
was
indeed
behind
,
and
too
busy
with
her
shawl
.
Mr.
Weston
had
walked
in
.
The
two
other
gentlemen
waited
at
the
door
to
let
her
pass
.
Mr.
Knightley
suspected
in
Frank
Churchill
the
determination
of
catching
her
eye
--
he
seemed
watching
her
intently
--
in
vain
,
however
,
if
it
were
so
--
Jane
passed
between
them
into
the
hall
,
and
looked
at
neither
.
There
was
no
time
for
farther
remark
or
explanation
.
The
dream
must
be
borne
with
,
and
Mr.
Knightley
must
take
his
seat
with
the
rest
round
the
large
modern
circular
table
which
Emma
had
introduced
at
Hartfield
,
and
which
none
but
Emma
could
have
had
power
to
place
there
and
persuade
her
father
to
use
,
instead
of
the
small-sized
Pembroke
,
on
which
two
of
his
daily
meals
had
,
for
forty
years
been
crowded
.
Tea
passed
pleasantly
,
and
nobody
seemed
in
a
hurry
to
move
.
"
Miss
Woodhouse
,
"
said
Frank
Churchill
,
after
examining
a
table
behind
him
,
which
he
could
reach
as
he
sat
,
"
have
your
nephews
taken
away
their
alphabets
--
their
box
of
letters
?
It
used
to
stand
here
.
Where
is
it
?
This
is
a
sort
of
dull-looking
evening
,
that
ought
to
be
treated
rather
as
winter
than
summer
.
We
had
great
amusement
with
those
letters
one
morning
.
I
want
to
puzzle
you
again
.
"
Emma
was
pleased
with
the
thought
;
and
producing
the
box
,
the
table
was
quickly
scattered
over
with
alphabets
,
which
no
one
seemed
so
much
disposed
to
employ
as
their
two
selves
.
They
were
rapidly
forming
words
for
each
other
,
or
for
any
body
else
who
would
be
puzzled
.
The
quietness
of
the
game
made
it
particularly
eligible
for
Mr.
Woodhouse
,
who
had
often
been
distressed
by
the
more
animated
sort
,
which
Mr.
Weston
had
occasionally
introduced
,
and
who
now
sat
happily
occupied
in
lamenting
,
with
tender
melancholy
,
over
the
departure
of
the
"
poor
little
boys
,
"
or
in
fondly
pointing
out
,
as
he
took
up
any
stray
letter
near
him
,
how
beautifully
Emma
had
written
it
.
Frank
Churchill
placed
a
word
before
Miss
Fairfax
.
She
gave
a
slight
glance
round
the
table
,
and
applied
herself
to
it
.
Frank
was
next
to
Emma
,
Jane
opposite
to
them
--
and
Mr.
Knightley
so
placed
as
to
see
them
all
;
and
it
was
his
object
to
see
as
much
as
he
could
,
with
as
little
apparent
observation
.
The
word
was
discovered
,
and
with
a
faint
smile
pushed
away
.
If
meant
to
be
immediately
mixed
with
the
others
,
and
buried
from
sight
,
she
should
have
looked
on
the
table
instead
of
looking
just
across
,
for
it
was
not
mixed
;
and
Harriet
,
eager
after
every
fresh
word
,
and
finding
out
none
,
directly
took
it
up
,
and
fell
to
work
.
She
was
sitting
by
Mr.
Knightley
,
and
turned
to
him
for
help
.
The
word
was
blunder
;
and
as
Harriet
exultingly
proclaimed
it
,
there
was
a
blush
on
Jane
's
cheek
which
gave
it
a
meaning
not
otherwise
ostensible
.
Mr.
Knightley
connected
it
with
the
dream
;
but
how
it
could
all
be
,
was
beyond
his
comprehension
.
How
the
delicacy
,
the
discretion
of
his
favourite
could
have
been
so
lain
asleep
!
He
feared
there
must
be
some
decided
involvement
.
Disingenuousness
and
double
dealing
seemed
to
meet
him
at
every
turn
.
These
letters
were
but
the
vehicle
for
gallantry
and
trick
.
It
was
a
child
's
play
,
chosen
to
conceal
a
deeper
game
on
Frank
Churchill
's
part
.
