Compressed into the very lowest vacant corner were these words--"I had not a spare moment on Tuesday, as you know, for Miss Woodhouse's beautiful little friend.

Pray make my excuses and adieus to her." This, Emma could not doubt, was all for herself.

Harriet was remembered only from being _her_ friend.

His information and prospects as to Enscombe were neither worse nor better than had been anticipated; Mrs.Churchill was recovering, and he dared not yet, even in his own imagination, fix a time for coming to Randalls again.
Gratifying, however, and stimulative as was the letter in the material part, its sentiments, she yet found, when it was folded up and returned to Mrs.Weston, that it had not added any lasting warmth, that she could still do without the writer, and that he must learn to do without her.
Her intentions were unchanged.

Her resolution of refusal only grew more interesting by the addition of a scheme for his subsequent consolation and happiness.