{"id":8989,"date":"2023-02-17T14:59:52","date_gmt":"2023-02-17T14:59:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/zindagigulzar.com\/?p=8989"},"modified":"2023-02-17T15:03:24","modified_gmt":"2023-02-17T15:03:24","slug":"chapter-41-emma-by-jane-austen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zindagigulzar.com\/chapter-41-emma-by-jane-austen\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 41 Emma By Jane Austen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 41 Emma By Jane Austen Free eBook Read Online| Classic Web Novel In English By Jane Austen\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span class=\"ez-toc-section\" id=\"Chapter_41_Emma_By_Jane_Austen\"><\/span><strong>Chapter 41 Emma By Jane Austen<\/strong><span class=\"ez-toc-section-end\"><\/span><\/h3><div id=\"ez-toc-container\" class=\"ez-toc-v2_0_65 counter-hierarchy ez-toc-counter ez-toc-custom ez-toc-container-direction\">\n<p class=\"ez-toc-title\">Table of Contents<\/p>\n<label for=\"ez-toc-cssicon-toggle-item-662b51b3bce44\" class=\"ez-toc-cssicon-toggle-label\"><span class=\"\"><span class=\"eztoc-hide\" style=\"display:none;\">Toggle<\/span><span class=\"ez-toc-icon-toggle-span\"><svg style=\"fill: #8224e3;color:#8224e3\" xmlns=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" class=\"list-377408\" width=\"20px\" height=\"20px\" viewBox=\"0 0 24 24\" fill=\"none\"><path d=\"M6 6H4v2h2V6zm14 0H8v2h12V6zM4 11h2v2H4v-2zm16 0H8v2h12v-2zM4 16h2v2H4v-2zm16 0H8v2h12v-2z\" fill=\"currentColor\"><\/path><\/svg><svg style=\"fill: #8224e3;color:#8224e3\" class=\"arrow-unsorted-368013\" xmlns=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" width=\"10px\" height=\"10px\" viewBox=\"0 0 24 24\" version=\"1.2\" baseProfile=\"tiny\"><path d=\"M18.2 9.3l-6.2-6.3-6.2 6.3c-.2.2-.3.4-.3.7s.1.5.3.7c.2.2.4.3.7.3h11c.3 0 .5-.1.7-.3.2-.2.3-.5.3-.7s-.1-.5-.3-.7zM5.8 14.7l6.2 6.3 6.2-6.3c.2-.2.3-.5.3-.7s-.1-.5-.3-.7c-.2-.2-.4-.3-.7-.3h-11c-.3 0-.5.1-.7.3-.2.2-.3.5-.3.7s.1.5.3.7z\"\/><\/svg><\/span><\/span><\/label><input type=\"checkbox\"  id=\"ez-toc-cssicon-toggle-item-662b51b3bce44\"  aria-label=\"Toggle\" \/><nav><ul class='ez-toc-list ez-toc-list-level-1 ' ><li class='ez-toc-page-1 ez-toc-heading-level-3'><a class=\"ez-toc-link ez-toc-heading-1\" href=\"https:\/\/zindagigulzar.com\/chapter-41-emma-by-jane-austen\/#Chapter_41_Emma_By_Jane_Austen\" title=\"Chapter 41 Emma By Jane Austen\">Chapter 41 Emma By Jane Austen<\/a><\/li><\/ul><\/nav><\/div>\n\n<p><strong><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-7961 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/zindagigulzar.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/01\/Emma-jane-austen-novel_1.webp\" alt=\"Chapter 41 emma By Jane Austen\" width=\"150\" height=\"300\" \/><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">In this state of schemes, and hopes, and connivance, June opened upon Hartfield. To Highbury in general it brought no material change. The Eltons were still talking of a visit from the Sucklings, and of the use to be made of their barouche-landau; and Jane Fairfax was still at her grandmother&#8217;s; and as the return of the Campbells from Ireland was again delayed, and August, instead of Midsummer, fixed for it, she was likely to remain there full two months longer, provided at least she were able to defeat Mrs. Elton&#8217;s activity in her service, and save herself from being hurried into a delightful situation against her will.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Mr. Knightley, who, for some reason best known to himself, had certainly taken an early dislike to Frank Churchill, was only growing to dislike him more. He began to suspect him of some double dealing in his pursuit of Emma. That Emma was his object appeared indisputable. Every thing declared it; his own attentions, his father&#8217;s hints, his mother-in-law&#8217;s guarded silence; it was all in unison; words, conduct, discretion, and indiscretion, told the same story. But while so many were devoting him to Emma, and Emma herself making him over to Harriet, Mr. Knightley began to suspect him of some inclination to trifle with Jane Fairfax. He could not understand it; but there were symptoms of intelligence between them &#8212; he thought so at least &#8212; symptoms of admiration on his side, which, having once observed, he could not persuade himself to think entirely void of meaning, however he might wish to escape any of Emma&#8217;s errors of imagination. She was not present when the suspicion first arose. He was dining with the Randalls&#8217; family, and Jane, at the Eltons&#8217;; and he had seen a look, more than a single look, at Miss Fairfax, which, from the admirer of Miss Woodhouse, seemed somewhat out of place. When he was again in their company, he could not help remembering what he had seen; nor could he avoid observations which, unless it were like Cowper and his fire at twilight,<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;Myself creating what I saw,&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">brought him yet stronger suspicion of there being a something of private liking, of private understanding even, between Frank Churchill and Jane.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">He had walked up one day after dinner, as he very often did, to spend his evening at Hartfield. Emma and Harriet were going to walk; he joined them; and, on returning, they fell in with a larger party, who, like themselves, judged it wisest to take their exercise early, as the weather threatened rain; Mr. and Mrs. Weston and their son, Miss Bates and her niece, who had accidentally met. They all united; and, on reaching Hartfield gates, Emma, who knew it was exactly the sort of visiting that would be welcome to her father, pressed them all to go in and drink tea with him. The Randalls&#8217; party agreed to it immediately; and after a pretty long speech from Miss Bates, which few persons listened to, she also found it possible to accept dear Miss Woodhouse&#8217;s most obliging invitation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">As they were turning into the grounds, Mr. Perry passed by on horseback. The gentlemen spoke of his horse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;By the bye,&#8217; said Frank Churchill to Mrs. Weston presently, &#8216;what became of Mr. Perry&#8217;s plan of setting up his carriage?&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Mrs. Weston looked surprised, and said, &#8216;I did not know that he ever had any such plan.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;Nay, I had it from you. You wrote me word of it three months ago.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;Me! impossible!&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;Indeed you did. I remember it perfectly. You mentioned it as what was certainly to be very soon. Mrs. Perry had told somebody, and was extremely happy about it. It was owing to her persuasion, as she thought his being out in bad weather did him a great deal of harm. You must remember it now?&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;Upon my word I never heard of it till this moment.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;Never! really, never! Bless me! how could it be? &#8212; Then I must have dreamt it &#8212; but I was completely persuaded &#8212; Miss Smith, you walk as if you were tired. You will not be sorry to find yourself at home.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;What is this? what is this?&#8217; cried Mr. Weston, &#8216;about Perry and a carriage? Is Perry going to set up his carriage, Frank? I am glad he can afford it. You had it from himself, had you?&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;No, sir,&#8217; replied his son, laughing, &#8216;I seem to have had it from nobody. Very odd! I really was persuaded of Mrs. Weston&#8217;s having mentioned it in one of her letters to Enscombe, many weeks ago, with all these particulars; but as she declares she never heard a syllable of it before, of course it must have been a dream. I am a great dreamer. I dream of every body at Highbury when I am away; and when I have gone through my particular friends, then I begin dreaming of Mr. and Mrs. Perry.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;It is odd though,&#8217; observed his father, &#8216;that you should have had such a regular connected dream about people whom it was not very likely you should be thinking of at Enscombe. Perry&#8217;s setting up his carriage! and his wife&#8217;s persuading him to it, out of care for his health &#8212; just what will happen, I have no doubt, some time or other; only a little premature. What an air of probability sometimes runs through a dream! And at others, what a heap of absurdities it is! Well, Frank, your dream certainly shows that Highbury is in your thoughts when you are absent. Emma, you are a great dreamer, I think?&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Emma was out of hearing. She had hurried on before her guests to prepare her father for their appearance, and was beyond the reach of Mr. Weston&#8217;s hint.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;Why, to own the truth,&#8217; cried Miss Bates, who had been trying in vain to be heard the last two minutes, &#8216;if I must speak on this subject, there is no denying that Mr. Frank Churchill might have &#8212; I do not mean to say that he did not dream it &#8212; I am sure I have sometimes the oddest dreams in the world &#8212; but if I am questioned about it, I must acknowledge that there was such an idea last spring; for Mrs. Perry herself mentioned it to my mother, and the Coles knew of it as well as ourselves &#8212; but it was quite a secret, known to nobody else, and only thought of about three days. Mrs. Perry was very anxious that he should have a carriage, and came to my mother in great spirits one morning because she thought she had prevailed. Jane, don&#8217;t you remember grandmamma&#8217;s telling us of it when we got home? I forget where we had been walking to &#8212; very likely to Randalls; yes, I think it was to Randalls. Mrs. Perry was always particularly fond of my mother &#8212; indeed I do not know who is not &#8212; and she had mentioned it to her in confidence; she had no objection to her telling us, of course, but it was not to go beyond: and, from that day to this, I never mentioned it to a soul that I know of. At the same time, I will not positively answer for my having never dropt a hint, because I know I do sometimes pop out a thing before I am aware. I am a talker, you know; I am rather a talker; and now and then I have let a thing escape me which I should not. I am not like Jane; I wish I were. I will answer for it she never betrayed the least thing in the world. Where is she? Oh! just behind. Perfectly remember Mrs. Perry&#8217;s coming. Extraordinary dream indeed!&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">They were entering the hall. Mr. Knightley&#8217;s eyes had preceded Miss Bates&#8217;s in a glance at Jane. From Frank Churchill&#8217;s face, where he thought he saw confusion suppressed or laughed away, he had involuntarily turned to her&#8217;s; but she was indeed behind, and too busy with her shawl. Mr. Weston had walked in. The two other gentlemen waited at the door to let her pass. Mr. Knightley suspected in Frank Churchill the determination of catching her eye &#8212; he seemed watching her intently &#8212; vain, however, if it were so Jane passed between them into the hall, and looked at neither.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">There was no time for farther remark or explanation. The dream must be borne with, and Mr. Knightley must take his seat with the rest round the large modern circular table which Emma had introduced at Hartfield, and which none but Emma could have had power to place there and persuade her father to use, instead of the small-sized Pembroke, on which two of his daily meals had, for forty years, been crowded. Tea passed pleasantly, and nobody seemed in a hurry to move.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;Miss Woodhouse,&#8217; said Frank Churchill, after examining a table behind him, which he could reach as he sat, &#8216;have your nephews taken away their alphabets &#8212; their box of letters? It used to stand here. Where is it? This is a sort of dull-looking evening, that ought to be treated rather as winter than summer. We had great amusement with those letters one morning. I want to puzzle you again.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Emma was pleased with the thought; and producing the box, the table was quickly scattered over with alphabets, which no one seemed so much disposed to employ as their two selves. They were rapidly forming words for each other, or for any body else who would be puzzled. The quietness of the game made it particularly eligible for Mr. Woodhouse, who had often been distressed by the more animated sort, which Mr. Weston had occasionally introduced, and who now sat happily occupied in lamenting, with tender melancholy, over the departure of the &#8216;poor little boys,&#8217; or in fondly pointing out, as he took up any stray letter near him, how beautifully Emma had written it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Frank Churchill placed a word before Miss Fairfax. She gave a slight glance round the table, and applied herself to it. Frank was next to Emma, Jane opposite to them &#8212; and Mr. Knightley so placed as to see them all; and it was his object to see as much as he could, with as little apparent observation. The word was discovered, and with a faint smile pushed away. If meant to be immediately mixed with the others, and buried from sight, she should have looked on the table instead of looking just across, for it was not mixed; and Harriet, eager after every fresh word, and finding out none, directly took it up, and fell to work. She was sitting by Mr. Knightley, and turned to him for help. The word was blunder; and as Harriet exultingly proclaimed it, there was a blush on Jane&#8217;s cheek which gave it a meaning not otherwise ostensible. Mr. Knightley connected it with the dream; but how it could all be, was beyond his comprehension. How the delicacy, the discretion of his favourite could have been so lain asleep! He feared there must be some decided involvement. Disingenuousness and double-dealing seemed to meet him at every turn. These letters were but the vehicle for gallantry and trick. It was a child&#8217;s play, chosen to conceal a deeper game on Frank Churchill&#8217;s part.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">With great indignation did he continue to observe him; with great alarm and distrust, to observe also his two blinded companions. He saw a short word prepared for Emma, and given to her with a look sly and demure. He saw that Emma had soon made it out, and found it highly entertaining, though it was something which she judged it proper to appear to censure; for she said, &#8216;Nonsense! for shame!&#8217; He heard Frank Churchill next say, with a glance towards Jane, &#8216;I will give it to her &#8212; shall I?&#8217; and as clearly heard Emma opposing it with eager laughing warmth. &#8216;No, no, you must not; you shall not, indeed.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">It was done however. This gallant young man, who seemed to love without feeling, and to recommend himself without complaisance, directly handed over the word to Miss Fairfax, and with a particular degree of sedate civility entreated her to study it. Mr. Knightley&#8217;s excessive curiosity to know what this word might be, made him seize every possible moment for darting his eye towards it, and it was not long before he saw it to be Dixon. Jane Fairfax&#8217;s perception seemed to accompany his; her comprehension was certainly more equal to the covert meaning, the superior intelligence, of those five letters so arranged. She was evidently displeased; looked up, and seeing herself watched, blushed more deeply than he had ever perceived her, and saying only, &#8216;I did not know that proper names were allowed,&#8217; pushed away the letters with even an angry spirit, and looked resolved to be engaged by no other word that could be offered. Her face was averted from those who had made the attack, and turned towards her aunt.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;Ay, very true, my dear,&#8217; cried the latter, though Jane had not spoken a word: &#8216;I was just going to say the same thing. It is time for us to be going indeed. The evening is closing in, and grandmamma will be looking for us. My dear sir, you are too obliging. We really must wish you good night.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Jane&#8217;s alertness in moving, proved her as ready as her aunt had preconceived. She was immediately up, and wanting to quit the table; but so many were also moving, that she could not get away; and Mr. Knightley thought he saw another collection of letters anxiously pushed towards her, and resolutely swept away by her unexamined. She was afterwards looking for her shawl &#8212; Frank Churchill was looking also: it was growing dusk, and the room was in confusion; and how they parted, Mr. Knightley could not tell.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">He remained at Hartfield after all the rest, his thoughts full of what he had seen; so full, that when the candles came to assist his observations, he must &#8212; yes, he certainly must, as a friend &#8212; an anxious friend &#8212; give Emma some hint, ask her some question. He could not see her in a situation of such danger, without trying to preserve her. It was his duty.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;Pray, Emma,&#8217; said he, &#8216;may I ask in what lay the great amusement, the poignant sting of the last word given to you and Miss Fairfax? I saw the word, and am curious to know how it could be so very entertaining to the one, and so very distressing to the other.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Emma was extremely confused. She could not endure to give him the true explanation; for though her suspicions were by no means removed, she was really ashamed of having ever imparted them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;Oh!&#8217; she cried in evident embarrassment, &#8216;it all meant nothing; a mere joke among ourselves.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;The joke,&#8217; he replied gravely, &#8216;seemed confined to you and Mr. Churchill.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">He had hoped she would speak again, but she did not. She would rather busy herself about any thing than speak. He sat a little while in doubt. A variety of evils crossed his mind. Interference &#8212; fruitless interference. Emma&#8217;s confusion, and the acknowledged intimacy, seemed to declare her affection engaged. Yet he would speak. He owed it to her, to risk any thing that might be involved in an unwelcome interference, rather than her welfare; to encounter any thing, rather than the remembrance of neglect in such a cause.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;My dear Emma,&#8217; said he at last, with earnest kindness, &#8216;do you think you perfectly understand the degree of acquaintance between the gentleman and lady we have been speaking of?&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;Between Mr. Frank Churchill and Miss Fairfax! Oh! yes, perfectly. Why do you make a doubt of it?&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;Have you never at any time had reason to think that he admired her, or that she admired him?&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;Never, never!&#8217; she cried with a most open eagerness &#8216;Never, for the twentieth part of a moment, did such an idea occur to me. And how could it possibly come into your head?&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;I have lately imagined that I saw symptoms of attachment between them; certain expressive looks, which I did not believe meant to be public.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">&#8216;Oh! you amuse me excessively. I am delighted to find that you can vouchsafe to let your imagination wander &#8212; but it will not do &#8212; very sorry to check you in your first essay &#8212; but indeed it will not do. There is no admiration between them, I do assure you; and the appearances which have caught you, have arisen from some peculiar circumstances; feelings rather of a totally different nature: it is impossible exactly to explain &#8212; there is a good deal of nonsense in it &#8212; but the part which is capable of being communicated, which is sense, is, that they are as far from any attachment or admiration for one another, as any two beings in the world can be. That is, I presume it to be so on her side, and I can answer for its being so on his. I will answer for the gentleman&#8217;s indifference.&#8217;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">She spoke with a confidence which staggered, with a satisfaction which silenced, Mr. Knightley. She was in gay spirits, and would have prolonged the conversation, wanting to hear the particulars of his suspicions, every look described, and all the wheres and hows of a circumstance which highly entertained her: but his gaiety did not meet her&#8217;s. He found he could not be useful, and his feelings were too much irritated for talking. 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