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worth bringing forward again:--it could not be done without a reproof to him, which would be giving pain
to his wife; and she found herself therefore obliged to consent to an arrangement which she would have
done a great deal to avoid; an arrangement which would probably expose her even to the degradation of
being said to be of Mrs. Elton's party! Every feeling was offended; and the forbearance of her outward
submission left a heavy arrear due of secret severity in her reflections on the unmanageable goodwill of
Mr. Weston's temper.
"I am glad you approve of what I have done," said he very comfortably. "But I thought you would.
Such schemes as these are nothing without numbers. One cannot have too large a party. A large party
secures its own amusement. And she is a good-natured woman after all. One could not leave her out."
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Emma denied none of it aloud, and agreed to none of it in private.
It was now the middle of June, and the weather fine; and Mrs. Elton was growing impatient to name
the day, and settle with Mr. Weston as to pigeon-pies and cold lamb, when a lame carriage-horse threw
every thing into sad uncertainty. It might be weeks, it might be only a few days, before the horse were
useable; but no preparations could be ventured on, and it was all melancholy stagnation. Mrs. Elton's
resources were inadequate to such an attack.
"Is not this most vexations, Knightley?" she cried.--"And such weather for exploring!--These delays
and disappointments are quite odious. What are we to do?--The year will wear away at this rate, and
nothing done. Before this time last year I assure you we had had a delightful exploring party from Maple
Grove to Kings Weston."
"You had better explore to Donwell," replied Mr. Knightley. "That may be done without horses.
Come, and eat my strawberries. They are ripening fast."
If Mr. Knightley did not begin seriously, he was obliged to proceed so, for his proposal was caught
at with delight; and the "Oh! I should like it of all things," was not plainer in words than manner. Donwell
was famous for its strawberry-beds, which seemed a plea for the invitation: but no plea was necessary;
cabbage-beds would have been enough to tempt the lady, who only wanted to be going somewhere. She
promised him again and again to come--much oftener than he doubted--and was extremely gratified by
such a proof of intimacy, such a distinguishing compliment as she chose to consider it.
"You may depend upon me," said she. "I certainly will come. Name your day, and I will come. You
will allow me to bring Jane Fairfax?"
"I cannot name a day," said he, "till I have spoken to some others whom I would wish to meet you."
"Oh! leave all that to me. Only give me a carte-blanche.--I am Lady Patroness, you know. It is my
party. I will bring friends with me."
"I hope you will bring Elton," said he: "but I will not trouble you to give any other invitations."
"Oh! now you are looking very sly. But consider--you need not be afraid of delegating power to me.
I am no young lady on her preferment. Married women, you know, may be safely authorised. It is my
party. Leave it all to me. I will invite your guests."
"No,"--he calmly replied,--"there is but one married woman in the world whom I can ever allow to
invite what guests she pleases to Donwell, and that one is--"
"--Mrs. Weston, I suppose," interrupted Mrs. Elton, rather mortified.
"No--Mrs. Knightley;--and till she is in being, I will manage such matters myself."
"Ah! you are an odd creature!" she cried, satisfied to have no one preferred to herself.--"You are a
humourist, and may say what you like. Quite a humourist. Well, I shall bring Jane with me-- Jane and her
aunt.--The rest I leave to you. I have no objections at all to meeting the Hartfield family. Don't scruple. I
know you are attached to them."
"You certainly will meet them if I can prevail; and I shall call on Miss Bates in my way home."
"That's quite unnecessary; I see Jane every day:--but as you like. It is to be a morning scheme, you
know, Knightley; quite a simple thing. I shall wear a large bonnet, and bring one of my little baskets
hanging on my arm. Here,--probably this basket with pink ribbon. Nothing can be more simple, you see.
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