Mrs.Weston, capital in her country-dances, was seated, and beginning an irresistible waltz; and Frank Churchill, coming up with most becoming gallantry to Emma, had secured her hand, and led her up to the top.
While waiting till the other young people could pair themselves off, Emma found time, in spite of the compliments she was receiving on her voice and her taste, to look about, and see what became of Mr.
Knightley.

This would be a trial.

He was no dancer in general.

If he were to be very alert in engaging Jane Fairfax now, it might augur something.

There was no immediate appearance.