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It
was
weather
which
might
fairly
confine
every
body
at
home
;
and
though
she
hoped
and
believed
him
to
be
really
taking
comfort
in
some
society
or
other
,
it
was
very
pleasant
to
have
her
father
so
well
satisfied
with
his
being
all
alone
in
his
own
house
,
too
wise
to
stir
out
;
and
to
hear
him
say
to
Mr.
Knightley
,
whom
no
weather
could
keep
entirely
from
them
--
"
Ah
!
Mr.
Knightley
,
why
do
not
you
stay
at
home
like
poor
Mr
Elton
?
"
These
days
of
confinement
would
have
been
,
but
for
her
private
perplexities
,
remarkably
comfortable
,
as
such
seclusion
exactly
suited
her
brother
,
whose
feelings
must
always
be
of
great
importance
to
his
companions
;
and
he
had
,
besides
,
so
thoroughly
cleared
off
his
ill-humour
at
Randalls
,
that
his
amiableness
never
failed
him
during
the
rest
of
his
stay
at
Hartfield
.
He
was
always
agreeable
and
obliging
,
and
speaking
pleasantly
of
every
body
.
But
with
all
the
hopes
of
cheerfulness
,
and
all
the
present
comfort
of
delay
,
there
was
still
such
an
evil
hanging
over
her
in
the
hour
of
explanation
with
Harriet
,
as
made
it
impossible
for
Emma
to
be
ever
perfectly
at
ease
.
Mr.
and
Mrs.
John
Knightley
were
not
detained
long
at
Hartfield
.
The
weather
soon
improved
enough
for
those
to
move
who
must
move
;
and
Mr.
Woodhouse
having
,
as
usual
,
tried
to
persuade
his
daughter
to
stay
behind
with
all
her
children
,
was
obliged
to
see
the
whole
party
set
off
,
and
return
to
his
lamentations
over
the
destiny
of
poor
Isabella
--
which
poor
Isabella
,
passing
her
life
with
those
she
doated
on
,
full
of
their
merits
,
blind
to
their
faults
,
and
always
innocently
busy
,
might
have
been
a
model
of
right
feminine
happiness
.
The
evening
of
the
very
day
on
which
they
went
brought
a
note
from
Mr.
Elton
to
Mr.
Woodhouse
,
a
long
,
civil
,
ceremonious
note
,
to
say
,
with
Mr.
Elton
's
best
compliments
,
"
that
he
was
proposing
to
leave
Highbury
the
following
morning
in
his
way
to
Bath
;
where
,
in
compliance
with
the
pressing
entreaties
of
some
friends
,
he
had
engaged
to
spend
a
few
weeks
,
and
very
much
regretted
the
impossibility
he
was
under
,
from
various
circumstances
of
weather
and
business
,
of
taking
a
personal
leave
of
Mr.
Woodhouse
,
of
whose
friendly
civilities
he
should
ever
retain
a
grateful
sense
--
and
had
Mr.
Woodhouse
any
commands
,
should
be
happy
to
attend
to
them
.
"
Emma
was
most
agreeably
surprized
.
--
Mr.
Elton
's
absence
just
at
this
time
was
the
very
thing
to
be
desired
.
She
admired
him
for
contriving
it
,
though
not
able
to
give
him
much
credit
for
the
manner
in
which
it
was
announced
.
Resentment
could
not
have
been
more
plainly
spoken
than
in
a
civility
to
her
father
,
from
which
she
was
so
pointedly
excluded
.
She
had
not
even
a
share
in
his
opening
compliments
.
--
Her
name
was
not
mentioned
--
and
there
was
so
striking
a
change
in
all
this
,
and
such
an
ill-judged
solemnity
of
leave-taking
in
his
graceful
acknowledgments
,
as
she
thought
,
at
first
,
could
not
escape
her
father
's
suspicion
.
It
did
,
however
.
--
Her
father
was
quite
taken
up
with
the
surprize
of
so
sudden
a
journey
,
and
his
fears
that
Mr.
Elton
might
never
get
safely
to
the
end
of
it
,
and
saw
nothing
extraordinary
in
his
language
.
It
was
a
very
useful
note
,
for
it
supplied
them
with
fresh
matter
for
thought
and
conversation
during
the
rest
of
their
lonely
evening
.
Mr.
Woodhouse
talked
over
his
alarms
,
and
Emma
was
in
spirits
to
persuade
them
away
with
all
her
usual
promptitude
.
She
now
resolved
to
keep
Harriet
no
longer
in
the
dark
.
She
had
reason
to
believe
her
nearly
recovered
from
her
cold
,
and
it
was
desirable
that
she
should
have
as
much
time
as
possible
for
getting
the
better
of
her
other
complaint
before
the
gentleman
's
return
.
She
went
to
Mrs.
Goddard
's
accordingly
the
very
next
day
,
to
undergo
the
necessary
penance
of
communication
;
and
a
severe
one
it
was
.
