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This
had
just
taken
place
and
with
great
cordiality
,
when
John
Knightley
made
his
appearance
,
and
"
How
d'ye
do
,
George
?
"
and
"
John
,
how
are
you
?
"
succeeded
in
the
true
English
style
,
burying
under
a
calmness
that
seemed
all
but
indifference
,
the
real
attachment
which
would
have
led
either
of
them
,
if
requisite
,
to
do
every
thing
for
the
good
of
the
other
.
The
evening
was
quiet
and
conversable
,
as
Mr.
Woodhouse
declined
cards
entirely
for
the
sake
of
comfortable
talk
with
his
dear
Isabella
,
and
the
little
party
made
two
natural
divisions
;
on
one
side
he
and
his
daughter
;
on
the
other
the
two
Mr.
Knightleys
;
their
subjects
totally
distinct
,
or
very
rarely
mixing
--
and
Emma
only
occasionally
joining
in
one
or
the
other
.
The
brothers
talked
of
their
own
concerns
and
pursuits
,
but
principally
of
those
of
the
elder
,
whose
temper
was
by
much
the
most
communicative
,
and
who
was
always
the
greater
talker
.
As
a
magistrate
,
he
had
generally
some
point
of
law
to
consult
John
about
,
or
,
at
least
,
some
curious
anecdote
to
give
;
and
as
a
farmer
,
as
keeping
in
hand
the
home-farm
at
Donwell
,
he
had
to
tell
what
every
field
was
to
bear
next
year
,
and
to
give
all
such
local
information
as
could
not
fail
of
being
interesting
to
a
brother
whose
home
it
had
equally
been
the
longest
part
of
his
life
,
and
whose
attachments
were
strong
.
The
plan
of
a
drain
,
the
change
of
a
fence
,
the
felling
of
a
tree
,
and
the
destination
of
every
acre
for
wheat
,
turnips
,
or
spring
corn
,
was
entered
into
with
as
much
equality
of
interest
by
John
,
as
his
cooler
manners
rendered
possible
;
and
if
his
willing
brother
ever
left
him
any
thing
to
inquire
about
,
his
inquiries
even
approached
a
tone
of
eagerness
.
While
they
were
thus
comfortably
occupied
,
Mr.
Woodhouse
was
enjoying
a
full
flow
of
happy
regrets
and
fearful
affection
with
his
daughter
.
"
My
poor
dear
Isabella
,
"
said
he
,
fondly
taking
her
hand
,
and
interrupting
,
for
a
few
moments
,
her
busy
labours
for
some
one
of
her
five
children
--
"
How
long
it
is
,
how
terribly
long
since
you
were
here
!
And
how
tired
you
must
be
after
your
journey
!
You
must
go
to
bed
early
,
my
dear
--
and
I
recommend
a
little
gruel
to
you
before
you
go
.
--
You
and
I
will
have
a
nice
basin
of
gruel
together
.
My
dear
Emma
,
suppose
we
all
have
a
little
gruel
.
"
Emma
could
not
suppose
any
such
thing
,
knowing
as
she
did
,
that
both
the
Mr.
Knightleys
were
as
unpersuadable
on
that
article
as
herself
--
and
two
basins
only
were
ordered
.
After
a
little
more
discourse
in
praise
of
gruel
,
with
some
wondering
at
its
not
being
taken
every
evening
by
every
body
,
he
proceeded
to
say
,
with
an
air
of
grave
reflection
,
"
It
was
an
awkward
business
,
my
dear
,
your
spending
the
autumn
at
South
End
instead
of
coming
here
.
I
never
had
much
opinion
of
the
sea
air
.
"
"
Mr.
Wingfield
most
strenuously
recommended
it
,
sir
--
or
we
should
not
have
gone
.
He
recommended
it
for
all
the
children
,
but
particularly
for
the
weakness
in
little
Bella
's
throat
--
both
sea
air
and
bathing
.
"
