`Yes, papa, it is written out in our second page. We copied it from the Elegant Extracts. It was Garrick's, you know.'

`Aye, very true. - I wish I could recollect more of it.

Kitty, a fair but frozen maid.

`Oh! yes - she will have her own room, of course; the room she always has; - and there is the nursery for the children, - just as usual, you know. Why should there be any change?'

`I do not know, my dear - but it is so long since she was here! - not since last Easter, and then only for a few days. - Mr. John Knightley's being a lawyer is very inconvenient. - Poor Isabella! - she is sadly taken away from us all! - and how sorry she will be when she comes, not to see Miss Taylor here!'

`She will not be surprized, papa, at least.'

`I do not know, my dear. I am sure I was very much surprized when I first heard she was going to be married.'

`We must ask Mr. and Mrs. Weston to dine with us, while Isabella is here.'

`Yes, my dear, if there is time. - But - (in a very depressed tone) - she is coming for only one week. There will not be time for any thing.'

`It is unfortunate that they cannot stay longer - but it seems a case of necessity. Mr. John Knightley must be in town again on the 28th, and we ought to be thankful, papa, that we are to have the whole of the time they can give to the country, that two or three days are not to be taken out for the Abbey. Mr. Knightley promises to give up his claim this Christmas - though you know it is longer since they were with him, than with us.'

`It would be very hard, indeed, my dear, if poor Isabella were to be anywhere but at Hartfield.'

Mr. Woodhouse could never allow for Mr. Knightley's claims on his brother, or any body's claims on Isabella, except his own. He sat musing a little while, and then said,

`But I do not see why poor Isabella should be obliged to go back so soon, though he does. I think, Emma, I shall try and persuade her to stay longer with us. She and the children might stay very well.'

`Ah! papa - that is what you never have been able to accomplish, and I do not think you ever will. Isabella cannot bear to stay behind her husband.'

This was too true for contradiction. Unwelcome as it was, Mr. Woodhouse could only give a submissive sigh; and as Emma saw his spirits affected by the idea of his daughter's attachment to her husband, she immediately led to such a branch of the subject as must raise them.

`Harriet must give us as much of her company as she can while my brother and sister are here. I am sure she will be pleased with the children. We are very proud of the children, are not we, papa? I wonder which she will think the handsomest, Henry or John?'

`Aye, I wonder which she will. Poor little dears, how glad they will be to come. They are very fond of being at Hartfield, Harriet.'