measles are a dreadful complaint. I hope whenever poor Isabella's little ones have the measles, she will send for Perry.'

`My father and Mrs. Weston are at the Crown at this moment,' said Frank Churchill, `examining the capabilities of the house. I left them there and came on to Hartfield, impatient for your opinion, and hoping you might be persuaded to join them and give your advice on the spot. I was desired to say so from both. It would be the greatest pleasure to them, if you could allow me to attend you there. They can do nothing satisfactorily without you.'

Emma was most happy to be called to such a council; and her father, engaging to think it all over while she was gone, the two young people set off together without delay for the Crown. There were Mr. and Mrs. Weston; delighted to see her and receive her approbation, very busy and very happy in their different way; she, in some little distress; and he, finding every thing perfect.

`Emma,' said she, `this paper is worse than I expected. Look! in places you see it is dreadfully dirty; and the wainscot is more yellow and forlorn than any thing I could have imagined.'

`My dear, you are too particular,' said her husband. `What does all that signify? You will see nothing of it by candlelight. It will be as clean as Randalls by candlelight. We never see any thing of it on our club- nights.'

The ladies here probably exchanged looks which meant, `Men never know when things are dirty or not;' and the gentlemen perhaps thought each to himself, `Women will have their little nonsenses and needless cares.'

One perplexity, however, arose, which the gentlemen did not disdain. It regarded a supper-room. At the time of the ballroom's being built, suppers had not been in question; and a small card-room adjoining, was the only addition. What was to be done? This card-room would be wanted as a card-room now; or, if cards were conveniently voted unnecessary by their four selves, still was it not too small for any comfortable supper? Another room of much better size might be secured for the purpose; but it was at the other end of the house, and a long awkward passage must be gone through to get at it. This made a difficulty. Mrs. Weston was afraid of draughts for the young people in that passage; and neither Emma nor the gentlemen could tolerate the prospect of being miserably crowded at supper.

Mrs. Weston proposed having no regular supper; merely sandwiches, &c., set out in the little room; but that was scouted as a wretched suggestion. A private dance, without sitting down to supper, was pronounced an infamous fraud upon the rights of men and women; and Mrs. Weston must not speak of it again. She then took another line of expediency, and looking into the doubtful room, observed,

`I do not think it is so very small. We shall not be many, you know.'

And Mr. Weston at the same time, walking briskly with long steps through the passage, was calling out,

`You talk a great deal of the length of this passage, my dear. It is a mere nothing after all; and not the least draught from the stairs.'

`I wish,' said Mrs. Weston, `one could know which arrangement our guests in general would like best. To do what would be most generally pleasing must be our object - if one could but tell what that would be.'

`Yes, very true,' cried Frank, `very true. You want your neighbours' opinions. I do not wonder at you. If one could ascertain what the chief of them - the Coles, for instance. They are not far off. Shall I call upon them? Or Miss Bates? She is still nearer. - And I do not know whether Miss Bates is not as likely to understand the inclinations of the rest of the people as any body. I think we do want a larger council. Suppose I go and invite Miss Bates to join us?'