`Oh! yes - did not you know? - Well, well, never mind.'

Now,' - said Emma, when they were fairly beyond the sweep gates, - `now Mr. Weston, do let me know what has happened.'
`No, no,' - he gravely replied. - `Don't ask me. I promised my wife to leave it all to her. She will break it to you better than I can. Do not be impatient, Emma; it will all come out too soon.'
`Break it to me,' cried Emma, standing still with terror. - `Good God! - Mr. Weston, tell me at once. - Something has happened in Brunswick Square. I know it has. Tell me, I charge you tell me this moment what it is.'
`No, indeed you are mistaken.' -
`Mr. Weston do not trifle with me. - Consider how many of my dearest friends are now in Brunswick Square. Which of them is it? - I charge you by all that is sacred, not to attempt concealment.'
`Upon my word, Emma.' -
`Your word! - why not your honour! - why not say upon your honour, that it has nothing to do with any of them? Good Heavens! - What can be to be broke to me, that does not relate to one of that family?'
`Upon my honour,' said he very seriously, `it does not. It is not in the smallest degree connected with any human being of the name of Knightley.'
Emma's courage returned, and she walked on.
`I was wrong,' he continued, `in talking of its being broke to you. I should not have used the expression. In fact, it does not concern you - it concerns only myself, - that is, we hope. - Humph! - In short, my dear Emma, there is no occasion to be so uneasy about it. I don't say that it is not a disagreeable business - but things might be much worse. - If we walk fast, we shall soon be at Randalls.'
Emma found that she must wait; and now it required little effort. She asked no more questions therefore, merely employed her own fancy, and that soon pointed out to her the probability of its being some money concern - something just come to light, of a disagreeable nature in the circumstances of the family, - something which the late event at Richmond had brought forward. Her fancy was very active. Half a dozen natural children, perhaps - and poor Frank cut off! - This, though very undesirable, would be no matter of agony to her. It inspired little more than an animating curiosity.
`Who is that gentleman on horseback?' said she, as they proceeded - speaking more to assist Mr. Weston in keeping his secret, than with any other view.
`I do not know. - One of the Otways. - Not Frank; - it is not Frank, I assure you. You will not see him. He is half way to Windsor by this time.'
`Has your son been with you, then?'
`Oh! yes - did not you know? - Well, well, never mind.'
For a moment he was silent; and then added, in a tone much more guarded and demure,
`Yes, Frank came over this morning, just to ask us how we did.'