She depended on the evil feelings of the Eltons for supplying all the discipline of pointed neglect that could be farther requisite .-- Harriet rational, Frank Churchill not too much in love, and Mr.Knightley not wanting to quarrel with her, how very happy a summer must be before her! She was not to see Frank Churchill this morning.

He had told her that he could not allow himself the pleasure of stopping at Hartfield, as he was to be at home by the middle of the day.

She did not regret it.
Having arranged all these matters, looked them through, and put them all to rights, she was just turning to the house with spirits freshened up for the demands of the two little boys, as well as of their grandpapa, when the great iron sweep-gate opened, and two persons entered whom she had never less expected to see together--Frank Churchill, with Harriet leaning on his arm--actually Harriet!--A moment sufficed to convince her that something extraordinary had happened.

Harriet looked white and frightened, and he was trying to cheer her .-- The iron gates and the front-door were not twenty yards asunder;--they were all three soon in the hall, and Harriet immediately sinking into a chair fainted away.
A young lady who faints, must be recovered; questions must be answered, and surprizes be explained.

Such events are very interesting, but the suspense of them cannot last long.