CHAPTER XII

　　"Oh! Miss Woodhouse, I hope nothing may happen to prevent the ball. What a disappointment it would be! I do look forward to it, I own, with very great pleasure."
It was not to oblige Jane Fairfax therefore that he would have preferred the society of William Larkins. No!——she was more and more convinced that Mrs. Weston was quite mistaken in that surmise. There was a great deal of friendly and of compassionate attachment on his side——but no love.

　　Alas! there was soon no leisure for quarrelling with Mr. Knightley. Two days of joyful security were immediately followed by the over-throw of every thing. A letter arrived from Mr. Churchill to urge his nephew’s instant return. Mrs. Churchill was unwell—— far too unwell to do without him; she had been in a very suffering state (so said her husband) when writing to her nephew two days before, though from her usual unwillingness to give pain, and constant habit of never thinking of herself, she had not mentioned it; but now she was too ill to trifle, and must entreat him to set off for Enscombe without delay.

　　"Of all horrid things, leave-taking is the worst."

　　"But you will come again," said Emma. "This will not be your only visit to Randalls."

　　"Ah!——(shaking his head)——the uncertainty of when I may be able to return!——I shall try for it with a zeal!——It will be the object of all my thoughts and cares!——and if my uncle and aunt go to town this spring——but I am afraid——they did not stir last spring—— I am afraid it is a custom gone for ever."

　　"Our poor ball must be quite given up."

　　"Ah! that ball!——why did we wait for any thing?——why not seize the pleasure at once?——How often is happiness destroyed by preparation, foolish preparation!——You told us it would be so.——Oh! Miss Woodhouse, why are you always so right?"

　　"Indeed, I am very sorry to be right in this instance. I would much rather have been merry than wise."

　　"If I can come again, we are still to have our ball. My father depends on it. Do not forget your engagement."

　　Emma looked graciously.

　　"Such a fortnight as it has been!" he continued; "every day more precious and more delightful than the day before!——every day making me less fit to bear any other place. Happy those, who can remain at Highbury!"
"As you do us such ample justice now," said Emma, laughing, "I will venture to ask, whether you did not come a little doubtfully at first? Do not we rather surpass your expectations? I am sure we do. I am sure you did not much expect to like us. You would not have been so long in coming, if you had had a pleasant idea of Highbury."

　　He laughed rather consciously; and though denying the sentiment, Emma was convinced that it had been so.

　　"And you must be off this very morning?"

　　"Yes; my father is to join me here: we shall walk back together, and I must be off immediately. I am almost afraid that every moment will bring him."

　　"Not five minutes to spare even for your friends Miss Fairfax and Miss Bates? How unlucky! Miss Bates’s powerful, argumentative mind might have strengthened yours."

　　He hesitated, got up, walked to a window.

　　"In short," said he, "perhaps, Miss Woodhouse——I think you can hardly be quite without suspicion"——

　　"You are quite in the right; it was most natural to pay your visit, then"——
He was silent. She believed he was looking at her; probably reflecting on what she had said, and trying to understand the manner. She heard him sigh. It was natural for him to feel that he had cause to sigh. He could not believe her to be encouraging him. A few awkward moments passed, and he sat down again; and in a more determined manner said,

　　"It was something to feel that all the rest of my time might be given to Hartfield. My regard for Hartfield is most warm"——

　　He stopt again, rose again, and seemed quite embarrassed.—— He was more in love with her than Emma had supposed; and who can say how it might have ended, if his father had not made his appearance? Mr. Woodhouse soon followed; and the necessity of exertion made him composed.