I think Mr.John Knightley very far from looking well." "What is the matter, sir ?--Did you speak to me ?" cried Mr.John Knightley, hearing his own name.
"I am sorry to find, my love, that my father does not think you looking well--but I hope it is only from being a little fatigued.

I could have wished, however, as you know, that you had seen Mr.Wingfield before you left home." "My dear Isabella,"-- exclaimed he hastily--"pray do not concern yourself about my looks.

Be satisfied with doctoring and coddling yourself and the children, and let me look as I chuse." "I did not thoroughly understand what you were telling your brother," cried Emma, "about your friend Mr.Graham's intending to have a bailiff from Scotland, to look after his new estate.

What will it answer?
Will not the old prejudice be too strong ?" And she talked in this way so long and successfully that, when forced to give her attention again to her father and sister, she had nothing worse to hear than Isabella's kind inquiry after Jane Fairfax; and Jane Fairfax, though no great favourite with her in general, she was at that moment very happy to assist in praising.
"That sweet, amiable Jane Fairfax!" said Mrs.John Knightley.--"It is so long since I have seen her, except now and then for a moment accidentally in town! What happiness it must be to her good old grandmother and excellent aunt, when she comes to visit them! I always regret excessively on dear Emma's account that she cannot be more at Highbury; but now their daughter is married, I suppose Colonel and Mrs.
Campbell will not be able to part with her at all.

She would be such a delightful companion for Emma." Mr.Woodhouse agreed to it all, but added, "Our little friend Harriet Smith, however, is just such another pretty kind of young person.