Emma and Harriet were going to walk; he joined them; and, on returning, they fell in with a larger party, who, like themselves, judged it wisest to take their exercise early, as the weather threatened rain; Mr.and Mrs.Weston and their son, Miss Bates and her niece, who had accidentally met.

They all united; and, on reaching Hartfield gates, Emma, who knew it was exactly the sort of visiting that would be welcome to her father, pressed them all to go in and drink tea with him.

The Randalls party agreed to it immediately; and after a pretty long speech from Miss Bates, which few persons listened to, she also found it possible to accept dear Miss Woodhouse's most obliging invitation.
As they were turning into the grounds, Mr.Perry passed by on horseback.
The gentlemen spoke of his horse.
"By the bye," said Frank Churchill to Mrs.Weston presently, "what became of Mr.Perry's plan of setting up his carriage ?" Mrs.Weston looked surprized, and said, "I did not know that he ever had any such plan." "Nay, I had it from you.

You wrote me word of it three months ago." "Me! impossible!" "Indeed you did.

I remember it perfectly.