Emma could not forgive her; - but as neither provocation nor resentment were discerned by Mr. Knightley, who had been of the party, and had seen only proper attention and pleasing behaviour on each side, he was expressing the next morning, being at Hartfield again on business with Mr. Woodhouse, his approbation of the whole; not so openly as he might have done had her father been out of the room, but speaking plain enough to be very intelligible to Emma. He had been used to think her unjust to Jane, and had now great pleasure in marking an improvement.

`A very pleasant evening,' he began, as soon as Mr. Woodhouse had been talked into what was necessary, told that he understood, and the papers swept away; - `particularly pleasant. You and Miss Fairfax gave us some very good music. I do not know a more luxurious state, sir, than sitting at one's ease to be entertained a whole evening by two such young women; sometimes with music and sometimes with conversation. I am sure Miss Fairfax must have found the evening pleasant, Emma. You left nothing undone. I was glad you made her play so much, for having no instrument at her grandmother's, it must have been a real indulgence.'

`I am happy you approved,' said Emma, smiling; `but I hope I am not often deficient in what is due to guests at Hartfield.'

`No, my dear,' said her father instantly; `that I am sure you are not. There is nobody half so attentive and civil as you are. If any thing, you are too attentive. The muffin last night - if it had been handed round once, I think it would have been enough.'

`No,' said Mr. Knightley, nearly at the same time; `you are not often deficient; not often deficient either in manner or comprehension. I think you understand me, therefore.'

An arch look expressed - `I understand you well enough;' but she said only, `Miss Fairfax is reserved.'

`I always told you she was - a little; but you will soon overcome all that part of her reserve which ought to be overcome, all that has its foundation in diffidence. What arises from discretion must be honoured.'

`You think her diffident. I do not see it.'

`My dear Emma,' said he, moving from his chair into one close by her, `you are not going to tell me, I hope, that you had not a pleasant evening.'

`Oh! no; I was pleased with my own perseverance in asking questions; and amused to think how little information I obtained.'

`I am disappointed,' was his only answer.

`I hope every body had a pleasant evening,' said Mr. Woodhouse, in his quiet way. `I had. Once, I felt the fire rather too much; but then I moved back my chair a little, a very little, and it did not disturb me. Miss Bates was very chatty and good-humoured, as she always is, though she speaks rather too quick. However, she is very agreeable, and Mrs. Bates too, in a different way. I like old friends; and Miss Jane Fairfax is a very pretty sort of young lady, a very pretty and a very well-behaved young lady indeed. She must have found the evening agreeable, Mr. Knightley, because she had Emma.'

`True, sir; and Emma, because she had Miss Fairfax.'

Emma saw his anxiety, and wishing to appease it, at least for the present, said, and with a sincerity which no one could question -

`She is a sort of elegant creature that one cannot keep one's eyes from. I am always watching her to admire; and I do pity her from my heart.'

Mr. Knightley looked as if he were more gratified than he cared to express; and before he could make any reply, Mr. Woodhouse, whose thoughts were on the Bates's, said -

`It is a great pity that their circumstances should be so confined! a great pity indeed! and I have often wished - but it is so little one can venture to do - small, trifling presents, of any thing uncommon - Now we have killed a porker, and Emma thinks of sending them a loin or a leg; it is very small and delicate - Hartfield pork is not like any other pork - but still it is pork - and, my dear Emma, unless one could be sure of their making it into steaks, nicely fried, as ours are fried, without the smallest grease, and not roast it, for no stomach can bear roast pork - I think we had better send the leg - do not you think so, my dear?'

`My dear papa, I sent the whole hind-quarter. I knew you would wish it. There will be the leg to be salted, you know, which is so very nice, and the loin to be dressed directly in any manner they like.'

`That's right, my dear, very right. I had not thought of it before, but that is the best way. They must not over-salt the leg; and then, if it is not over-salted, and if it is very thoroughly boiled, just as Serle boils ours, and eaten very moderately of, with a boiled turnip, and a little carrot or parsnip, I do not consider it unwholesome.'

`Emma,' said Mr. Knightley presently, `I have a piece of news for you. You like news - and I heard an article in my way hither that I think will interest you.'

`News! Oh! yes, I always like news. What is it? - why do you smile so? - where did you hear it? - at Randalls?'

He had time only to say,

`No, not at Randalls; I have not been near Randalls,' when the door was thrown open, and Miss Bates and Miss Fairfax walked into the room. Full of thanks, and full of news, Miss Bates knew not which to give quickest. Mr. Knightley soon saw that he had lost his moment, and that not another syllable of communication could rest with him.

`Oh! my dear sir, how are you this morning? My dear Miss Woodhouse - I come quite over-powered. Such a beautiful hind-quarter of pork! You are too bountiful! Have you heard the news? Mr. Elton is going to be married.'

Emma had not had time even to think of Mr. Elton, and she was so completely surprized that she could not avoid a little start, and a little blush, at the sound.

`There is my news: - I thought it would interest you,' said Mr. Knightley, with a smile which implied a conviction of some part of what had passed between them.

`But where could you hear it?' cried Miss Bates. `Where could you possibly hear it, Mr. Knightley? For it is not five minutes since I received Mrs. Cole's note - no, it cannot be more than five - or at least ten - for I had got my bonnet and spencer on, just ready to come out - I was only gone down to speak to Patty again about the pork - Jane was standing in the passage - were not you, Jane? - for my mother was so afraid that we had not any salting-pan large enough. So I said I would go down and see, and Jane said, ``Shall I go down instead? for I think you have a little cold, and Patty has been washing the kitchen.'' - ``Oh! my dear,'' said I - well, and just then came the note. A Miss Hawkins - that's all I know. A Miss Hawkins of Bath. But, Mr. Knightley, how could you possibly have heard it? for the very moment Mr. Cole told Mrs. Cole of it, she sat down and wrote to me. A Miss Hawkins - '

`I was with Mr. Cole on business an hour and a half ago. He had just read Elton's letter as I was shewn in, and handed it to me directly.'

`Well! that is quite - I suppose there never was a piece of news more generally interesting. My dear sir, you really are too bountiful. My mother desires her very best compliments and regards, and a thousand thanks, and says you really quite oppress her.'

`We consider our Hartfield pork,' replied Mr. Woodhouse - `indeed it certainly is, so very superior to all other pork, that Emma and I cannot have a greater pleasure than - -'

`Oh! my dear sir, as my mother says, our friends are only too good to us. If ever there were people who, without having great wealth themselves, had every thing they could wish for, I am sure it is us. We may well say that ``our lot is cast in a goodly heritage.'' Well, Mr. Knightley, and so you actually saw the letter; well - '

`It was short - merely to announce - but cheerful, exulting, of course.' - Here was a sly glance at Emma. `He had been so fortunate as to - I forget the precise words - one has no business to remember them. The information was, as you state, that he was going to be married to a Miss Hawkins. By his style, I should imagine it just settled.'

`Mr. Elton going to be married!' said Emma, as soon as she could speak. `He will have every body's wishes for his happiness.'

`He is very young to settle,' was Mr. Woodhouse's observation. `He had better not be in a hurry. He seemed to me very well off as he was. We were always glad to see him at Hartfield.'

`A new neighbour for us all, Miss Woodhouse!' said Miss Bates, joyfully; `my mother is so pleased! - she says she cannot bear to have the poor old Vicarage without a mistress. This is great news, indeed. Jane, you have never seen Mr. Elton! - no wonder that you have such a curiosity to see him.'

Jane's curiosity did not appear of that absorbing nature as wholly to occupy her.

`No - I have never seen Mr. Elton,' she replied, starting on this appeal; `is he - is he a tall man?'

`Who shall answer that question?' cried Emma. `My father would say ``yes,'' Mr. Knightley ``no;'' and Miss Bates and I that he is just the happy medium. When you have been here a little longer, Miss Fairfax, you will understand that Mr. Elton is the standard of perfection in Highbury, both in person and mind.'

`Very true, Miss Woodhouse, so she will. He is the very best young man - But, my dear Jane, if you remember, I told you yesterday he was precisely the height of Mr. Perry. Miss Hawkins, - I dare say, an excellent young woman. His extreme attention to my mother - wanting her to sit in the vicarage pew, that she might hear the better, for my mother is a little deaf, you know - it is not much, but she does not hear quite quick. Jane says that Colonel Campbell is a little deaf. He fancied bathing might be good for it - the warm bath - but she says it did him no lasting benefit. Colonel Campbell, you know, is quite our angel. And Mr. Dixon seems a very charming young man, quite worthy of him. It is such a happiness when good people get together - and they always do. Now, here will be Mr. Elton and Miss Hawkins; and there are the Coles, such very good people; and the Perrys - I suppose there never was a happier or a better couple than Mr. and Mrs. Perry. I say, sir,' turning to Mr. Woodhouse, `I think there are few places with such society as Highbury. I always say, we are quite blessed in our neighbours. - My dear sir, if there is one thing my mother loves better than another, it is pork - a roast loin of pork - '

`As to who, or what Miss Hawkins is, or how ............