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"
I
have
something
to
tell
you
,
Emma
;
some
news
.
"
"
Good
or
bad
?
"
said
she
,
quickly
,
looking
up
in
his
face
.
"
I
do
not
know
which
it
ought
to
be
called
.
"
"
Oh
!
good
I
am
sure
.
--
I
see
it
in
your
countenance
.
You
are
trying
not
to
smile
.
"
"
I
am
afraid
,
"
said
he
,
composing
his
features
,
"
I
am
very
much
afraid
,
my
dear
Emma
,
that
you
will
not
smile
when
you
hear
it
.
"
"
Indeed
!
but
why
so
?
--
I
can
hardly
imagine
that
any
thing
which
pleases
or
amuses
you
,
should
not
please
and
amuse
me
too
.
"
"
There
is
one
subject
,
"
he
replied
,
"
I
hope
but
one
,
on
which
we
do
not
think
alike
.
"
He
paused
a
moment
,
again
smiling
,
with
his
eyes
fixed
on
her
face
.
"
Does
nothing
occur
to
you
?
--
Do
not
you
recollect
?
--
Harriet
Smith
.
"
Her
cheeks
flushed
at
the
name
,
and
she
felt
afraid
of
something
,
though
she
knew
not
what
.
"
Have
you
heard
from
her
yourself
this
morning
?
"
cried
he
.
"
You
have
,
I
believe
,
and
know
the
whole
.
"
"
No
,
I
have
not
;
I
know
nothing
;
pray
tell
me
.
