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you know; Mr. Dixon's choice. There were three others, Jane says, which they hesitated about some time. Colonel Campbell rather preferred an olive.My dear Jane, are you sure you did not wet your feet? It was but a drop or two, but I am so afraid; but Mr. Frank Churchill was so extremely-and there was a mat to step upon. I shall never forget his extreme politeness. Oh! Mr. Frank Churchill, I must tell you my mother's spectacles have never been in fault Io since; the rivet never came out again. My mother often talks of your good-nature; does not she, Jane? Do not we often talk of Mr. Frank Churchill? Ah! here's Miss Woodhouse. Dear Miss Woodhouse, how do you do? Very well, I thank you, quite well. This 15 is meeting quite in fairy land. Such a transformation! Must not compliment, I know, (eyeing Emma most complacently) that would be rude; but upon my word, Miss Woodhouse, you do look-how do you like Jane's hair? You are a judge. She did it all herself. 20 Quite wonderful how she does her hair! No hairdresser from London, I think, could.-Ah! Dr. Hughes, I declare-and Mrs. Hughes. Must go and speak to Dr. and Mrs. Hughes for a moment. How do you do? How do you do? Very well I thank you. 25 This is delightful, is not it? Richard? Oh there he is. Much better employed talking to the young ladies. How do you do, Mr. Richard? I saw you the other day as you rode through the town. Mrs. Otway, I 30 protest and good Mr. Otway, and Miss Otway, and Miss Caroline. Such a host of friends! and Mr. George and Mr. Arthur! How do you do? How do

Where's dear Mr. Don't disturb him.

you all do? Quite well, I am much obliged to you. Never better. Don't I hear another carriage? Who can this be?—very likely the worthy Coles. Upon my word, this is charming, to be standing about among such friends! And such a noble fire! I am quite 5 roasted. No coffee, I thank you, for me; never take coffee. A little tea, if you please, sir, by-and-by; no hurry. Oh! here it comes. Everything so good!"

Frank Churchill returned to his station by Emma; and as soon as Miss Bates was quiet, she found her- 10 self necessarily overhearing the discourse of Mrs. Elton and Miss Fairfax, who were standing a little way behind her. He was thoughtful. Whether he were overhearing too, she could not determine. After a good many compliments to Jane on her dress and 15 look, compliments very quietly and properly taken,— Mrs. Elton was evidently wanting to be complimented herself and it was, "How do you like my gown? How do you like my trimming?-How has Wright done my hair?" with many other relative questions, 20 all answered with patient politeness. Mrs. Elton then said,

"Nobody can think less of dress in general than I do but upon such an occasion as this, when everybody's eyes are so much upon me, and in compliment 25 to the Westons, who I have no doubt are giving this ball chiefly to do me honour, I would not wish to be inferior to others; and I see very few pearls in the room except mine.-So, Frank Churchill is a capital. dancer, I understand, We shall see if our styles 30 suit. A fine young man certainly, is Frank Churchill, I like him very well."

At this moment Frank began talking so vigorously, that Emma could not but imagine he had overheard his own praises, and did not want to hear more; and the voices of the ladies were drowned for awhile, till 5 another suspension brought Mrs. Elton's tones again distinctly forward. Mr. Elton had just joined them, and his wife was exclaiming,—

"Oh! you have found us out at last, have you, in our seclusion?-I was this moment telling Jane, I Io thought you would begin to be impatient for tidings of us."

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'Jane!" repeated Frank Churchill, with a look of surprise and displeasure. "That is easy; but Miss Fairfax does not disapprove it, I suppose."

"How do you like Mrs. Elton?" said Emma, in a whisper.

"Ungrateful!-what do you mean?" Then chang20 ing from a frown to a smile,-" No, do not tell me,-I do not want to know what you mean. Where is my father? When are we to begin dancing?"

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Emma could hardly understand him he seemed in an odd humour. He walked off to find his father, but 25 was quickly back again with both Mr. and Mrs. Weston. He had met with them in a little perplexity, which must be laid before Emma. It had just

occurred to Mrs. Weston that Mrs. Elton must be asked to begin the ball; that she would expect it; 30 which interfered with all their wishes of giving Emma that distinction. Emma heard the sad truth with fortitude.

"And what are we to do for a proper partner for her?" said Mr. Weston. "She will think Frank ought to ask her."

Frank turned instantly to Emma, to claim her former promise; and boasted himself an engaged 5 man, which his father looked his most perfect approbation of—and it then appeared that Mrs. Weston was wanting him to dance with Mrs. Elton himself, and that their business was to help to persuade him into it, which was done pretty soon. Mr. Weston and Mrs. Io Elton led the way; Mr. Frank Churchill and Miss Woodhouse followed. Emma must submit to stand second to Mrs. Elton, though she had always considered the ball as peculiarly for her. It was almost enough to make her think of marrying.

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Mrs. Elton had undoubtedly the advantage, at this time, in vanity completely gratified; for though she had intended to begin with Frank Churchill, she could not lose by the change. Mr. Weston might be his son's superior. In spite of this little rub, however. Emma was smiling with enjoyment, delighted to see 20 the respectable length of the set as it was forming, and to feel that she had so many hours of unusual festivity before her. She was more disturbed by Mr. Knightley's not dancing, than by anything else. There he was, among the standers-by, where he ought 25 not to be; he ought to be dancing,—not classing himself with the husbands, and fathers, and whist-players, who were pretending to feel an interest in the dance till their rubbers were made up,- so young as he looked! He could not have appeared to greater 30 advantage perhaps any where, than where he had

placed himself. His tall, firm, upright figure, among the bulky forms and stooping shoulders of the elderly men, was such as Emma felt must draw everybody's eyes; and, excepting her own partner, there was not 5 one among the whole row of young men who could be compared with him. He moved a few steps nearer, and those few steps were enough to prove in how gentlemanlike a manner, with what natural grace, he must have danced, would he but take the trouble. IO Whenever she caught his eye, she forced him to smile; but in general he was looking grave. She wished he could love a ball-room better, and could like Frank Churchill better. He seemed often observing her. She must not flatter herself that he thought of 15 her dancing; but if he were criticising her behaviour, she did not feel afraid. There was nothing like flirtation between her and her partner. They seemed more like cheerful easy friends than lovers. Frank Churchill thought less of her than he had done, 20 was indubitable.

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The ball proceeded pleasantly. The anxious cares, the incessant attentions of Mrs. Weston were not thrown away. Everybody seemed happy; and the praise of being a delightful ball, which is seldom 25 bestowed till after a ball has ceased to be, was repeatedly given in the very beginning of the existence of this. Of very important, very recordable events, it was not more productive than such meetings usually are. There was one, however, which

2 One of the few descriptive touches of the chapter. There are not many descriptive passages in Miss Austen of greater length than this.