She allowed him to talk, and arranged the glasses, and wrapped herself up, without opening her lips.
They arrived, the carriage turned, the step was let down, and Mr.Elton, spruce, black, and smiling, was with them instantly.

Emma thought with pleasure of some change of subject.

Mr.Elton was all obligation and cheerfulness; he was so very cheerful in his civilities indeed, that she began to think he must have received a different account of Harriet from what had reached her.

She had sent while dressing, and the answer had been, "Much the same--not better." "_My_ report from Mrs.Goddard's," said she presently, "was not so pleasant as I had hoped--'Not better' was _my_ answer." His face lengthened immediately; and his voice was the voice of sentiment as he answered.
"Oh! no--I am grieved to find--I was on the point of telling you that when I called at Mrs.Goddard's door, which I did the very last thing before I returned to dress, I was told that Miss Smith was not better, by no means better, rather worse.

Very much grieved and concerned--I had flattered myself that she must be better after such a cordial as I knew had been given her in the morning." Emma smiled and answered--"My visit was of use to the nervous part of her complaint, I hope; but not even I can charm away a sore throat; it is a most severe cold indeed.