He had seen the coachmen, and they both agreed with him in there being nothing to apprehend.
To Isabella, the relief of such tidings was very great, and they were scarcely less acceptable to Emma on her father's account, who was immediately set as much at ease on the subject as his nervous constitution allowed; but the alarm that had been raised could not be appeased so as to admit of any comfort for him while he continued at Randalls.

He was satisfied of there being no present danger in returning home, but no assurances could convince him that it was safe to stay; and while the others were variously urging and recommending, Mr.Knightley and Emma settled it in a few brief sentences: thus-- "Your father will not be easy; why do not you go ?" "I am ready, if the others are." "Shall I ring the bell ?" "Yes, do." And the bell was rung, and the carriages spoken for.

A few minutes more, and Emma hoped to see one troublesome companion deposited in his own house, to get sober and cool, and the other recover his temper and happiness when this visit of hardship were over.
The carriage came: and Mr.Woodhouse, always the first object on such occasions, was carefully attended to his own by Mr.Knightley and Mr.
Weston; but not all that either could say could prevent some renewal of alarm at the sight of the snow which had actually fallen, and the discovery of a much darker night than he had been prepared for.

"He was afraid they should have a very bad drive.

He was afraid poor Isabella would not like it.