She seemed bent on giving no real insight into Mr.Dixon's character, or her own value for his company, or opinion of the suitableness of the match.

It was all general approbation and smoothness; nothing delineated or distinguished.
It did her no service however.

Her caution was thrown away.

Emma saw its artifice, and returned to her first surmises.

There probably _was_ something more to conceal than her own preference; Mr.Dixon, perhaps, had been very near changing one friend for the other, or been fixed only to Miss Campbell, for the sake of the future twelve thousand pounds.
The like reserve prevailed on other topics.