I know what you mean--but Emma's hand is the strongest." "Isabella and Emma both write beautifully," said Mr.Woodhouse; "and always did.

And so does poor Mrs.Weston"-- with half a sigh and half a smile at her.
"I never saw any gentleman's handwriting"-- Emma began, looking also at Mrs.Weston; but stopped, on perceiving that Mrs.Weston was attending to some one else--and the pause gave her time to reflect, "Now, how am I going to introduce him ?--Am I unequal to speaking his name at once before all these people?
Is it necessary for me to use any roundabout phrase ?--Your Yorkshire friend--your correspondent in Yorkshire;--that would be the way, I suppose, if I were very bad .-- No, I can pronounce his name without the smallest distress.

I certainly get better and better .-- Now for it." Mrs.Weston was disengaged and Emma began again--"Mr.Frank Churchill writes one of the best gentleman's hands I ever saw." "I do not admire it," said Mr.Knightley.

"It is too small--wants strength.

It is like a woman's writing." This was not submitted to by either lady.