Such a woman as Jane Fairfax probably never fell in Mrs.Elton's way before--and no degree of vanity can prevent her acknowledging her own comparative littleness in action, if not in consciousness." "I know how highly you think of Jane Fairfax," said Emma.

Little Henry was in her thoughts, and a mixture of alarm and delicacy made her irresolute what else to say.
"Yes," he replied, "any body may know how highly I think of her." "And yet," said Emma, beginning hastily and with an arch look, but soon stopping--it was better, however, to know the worst at once--she hurried on--"And yet, perhaps, you may hardly be aware yourself how highly it is.

The extent of your admiration may take you by surprize some day or other." Mr.Knightley was hard at work upon the lower buttons of his thick leather gaiters, and either the exertion of getting them together, or some other cause, brought the colour into his face, as he answered, "Oh! are you there ?--But you are miserably behindhand.

Mr.Cole gave me a hint of it six weeks ago." He stopped .-- Emma felt her foot pressed by Mrs.Weston, and did not herself know what to think.

In a moment he went on-- "That will never be, however, I can assure you.