He shook his head with a smile, and looked
as if he had very little doubt and very little mercy. Soon afterwards he began
again,
`How much your friends in Ireland
He paused. She could not but hear; she
could not avoid answering,
`Till I have a letter from Colonel
Campbell,' said she, in a voice of forced calmness, `I can imagine nothing with
any confidence. It must be all conjecture.'
`Conjecture - aye, sometimes one
conjectures right, and sometimes one conjectures wrong. I wish I could conjecture
how soon I shall make this rivet quite firm. What nonsense one talks, Miss
Woodhouse, when hard at work, if one talks at all; - your real workmen, I
suppose, hold their tongues; but we gentlemen labourers if we get hold of a
word - Miss Fairfax said something about conjecturing. There, it is done. I
have the pleasure, madam, (to Mrs. Bates,) of restoring your spectacles, healed
for the present.'
He was very warmly thanked both by mother
and daughter; to escape a little from the latter, he went to the pianoforte,
and begged Miss Fairfax, who was still sitting at it, to play something more.
`
And Miss Bates was obliged to give a direct
answer before he would hear her in any thing else. The listeners were amused;
and Mrs. Weston gave Emma a look of particular meaning. But Emma still shook
her head in steady scepticism.
`So obliged to you! - so very much obliged
to you for the carriage,' resumed Miss Bates.
He cut her short with,
`I am going to Kingston
`Oh! dear, Kingston Kingston
No comments:
Post a Comment