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"
Oh
!
"
cried
Emma
,
"
I
know
there
is
not
a
better
creature
in
the
world
:
but
you
must
allow
,
that
what
is
good
and
what
is
ridiculous
are
most
unfortunately
blended
in
her
.
"
"
They
are
blended
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
acknowledge
;
and
,
were
she
prosperous
,
I
could
allow
much
for
the
occasional
prevalence
of
the
ridiculous
over
the
good
.
Were
she
a
woman
of
fortune
,
I
would
leave
every
harmless
absurdity
to
take
its
chance
,
I
would
not
quarrel
with
you
for
any
liberties
of
manner
.
Were
she
your
equal
in
situation
--
but
,
Emma
,
consider
how
far
this
is
from
being
the
case
.
She
is
poor
;
she
has
sunk
from
the
comforts
she
was
born
to
;
and
,
if
she
live
to
old
age
,
must
probably
sink
more
.
Her
situation
should
secure
your
compassion
.
It
was
badly
done
,
indeed
!
You
,
whom
she
had
known
from
an
infant
,
whom
she
had
seen
grow
up
from
a
period
when
her
notice
was
an
honour
,
to
have
you
now
,
in
thoughtless
spirits
,
and
the
pride
of
the
moment
,
laugh
at
her
,
humble
her
--
and
before
her
niece
,
too
--
and
before
others
,
many
of
whom
(
certainly
some
,
)
would
be
entirely
guided
by
your
treatment
of
her
.
--
This
is
not
pleasant
to
you
,
Emma
--
and
it
is
very
far
from
pleasant
to
me
;
but
I
must
,
I
will
--
I
will
tell
you
truths
while
I
can
;
satisfied
with
proving
myself
your
friend
by
very
faithful
counsel
,
and
trusting
that
you
will
some
time
or
other
do
me
greater
justice
than
you
can
do
now
.
"
While
they
talked
,
they
were
advancing
towards
the
carriage
;
it
was
ready
;
and
,
before
she
could
speak
again
,
he
had
handed
her
in
.
He
had
misinterpreted
the
feelings
which
had
kept
her
face
averted
,
and
her
tongue
motionless
.
They
were
combined
only
of
anger
against
herself
,
mortification
,
and
deep
concern
.
She
had
not
been
able
to
speak
;
and
,
on
entering
the
carriage
,
sunk
back
for
a
moment
overcome
--
then
reproaching
herself
for
having
taken
no
leave
,
making
no
acknowledgment
,
parting
in
apparent
sullenness
,
she
looked
out
with
voice
and
hand
eager
to
shew
a
difference
;
but
it
was
just
too
late
.
He
had
turned
away
,
and
the
horses
were
in
motion
.
She
continued
to
look
back
,
but
in
vain
;
and
soon
,
with
what
appeared
unusual
speed
,
they
were
half
way
down
the
hill
,
and
every
thing
left
far
behind
.
She
was
vexed
beyond
what
could
have
been
expressed
--
almost
beyond
what
she
could
conceal
.
Never
had
she
felt
so
agitated
,
mortified
,
grieved
,
at
any
circumstance
in
her
life
.
She
was
most
forcibly
struck
.
The
truth
of
this
representation
there
was
no
denying
.
She
felt
it
at
her
heart
.
How
could
she
have
been
so
brutal
,
so
cruel
to
Miss
Bates
!
How
could
she
have
exposed
herself
to
such
ill
opinion
in
any
one
she
valued
!
And
how
suffer
him
to
leave
her
without
saying
one
word
of
gratitude
,
of
concurrence
,
of
common
kindness
!
Time
did
not
compose
her
.
As
she
reflected
more
,
she
seemed
but
to
feel
it
more
.
She
never
had
been
so
depressed
.
Happily
it
was
not
necessary
to
speak
There
was
only
Harriet
,
who
seemed
not
in
spirits
herself
,
fagged
,
and
very
willing
to
be
silent
;
and
Emma
felt
the
tears
running
down
her
cheeks
almost
all
the
way
home
,
without
being
at
any
trouble
to
check
them
,
extraordinary
as
they
were
.
The
wretchedness
of
a
scheme
to
Box
Hill
was
in
Emma
's
thoughts
all
the
evening
.
How
it
might
be
considered
by
the
rest
of
the
party
,
she
could
not
tell
.
They
,
in
their
different
homes
,
and
their
different
ways
,
might
be
looking
back
on
it
with
pleasure
;
but
in
her
view
it
was
a
morning
more
completely
misspent
,
more
totally
bare
of
rational
satisfaction
at
the
time
,
and
more
to
be
abhorred
in
recollection
,
than
any
she
had
ever
passed
.
A
whole
evening
of
back-gammon
with
her
father
,
was
felicity
to
it
.
There
,
indeed
,
lay
real
pleasure
,
for
there
she
was
giving
up
the
sweetest
hours
of
the
twenty-four
to
his
comfort
;
and
feeling
that
,
unmerited
as
might
be
the
degree
of
his
fond
affection
and
confiding
esteem
,
she
could
not
,
in
her
general
conduct
,
be
open
to
any
severe
reproach
.
As
a
daughter
,
she
hoped
she
was
not
without
a
heart
.
She
hoped
no
one
could
have
said
to
her
,
"
How
could
you
be
so
unfeeling
to
your
father
?
--
I
must
,
I
will
tell
you
truths
while
I
can
.
"
Miss
Bates
should
never
again
--
no
,
never
!
If
attention
,
in
future
,
could
do
away
the
past
,
she
might
hope
to
be
forgiven
.
She
had
been
often
remiss
,
her
conscience
told
her
so
;
remiss
,
perhaps
,
more
in
thought
than
fact
;
scornful
,
ungracious
.
But
it
should
be
so
no
more
.
In
the
warmth
of
true
contrition
,
she
would
call
upon
her
the
very
next
morning
,
and
it
should
be
the
beginning
,
on
her
side
,
of
a
regular
,
equal
,
kindly
intercourse
.
She
was
just
as
determined
when
the
morrow
came
,
and
went
early
,
that
nothing
might
prevent
her
.
It
was
not
unlikely
,
she
thought
,
that
she
might
see
Mr.
Knightley
in
her
way
;
or
,
perhaps
,
he
might
come
in
while
she
were
paying
her
visit
.
She
had
no
objection
.
She
would
not
be
ashamed
of
the
appearance
of
the
penitence
,
so
justly
and
truly
hers
.
Her
eyes
were
towards
Donwell
as
she
walked
,
but
she
saw
him
not
.
"
The
ladies
were
all
at
home
.
"
She
had
never
rejoiced
at
the
sound
before
,
nor
ever
before
entered
the
passage
,
nor
walked
up
the
stairs
,
with
any
wish
of
giving
pleasure
,
but
in
conferring
obligation
,
or
of
deriving
it
,
except
in
subsequent
ridicule
.
