Emma could not speak.
"I do not wonder, Miss Woodhouse," she resumed, "that you should feel a great difference between the two, as to me or as to any body.

You must think one five hundred million times more above me than the other.

But I hope, Miss Woodhouse, that supposing--that if--strange as it may appear--.

But you know they were your own words, that _more_ wonderful things had happened, matches of _greater_ disparity had taken place than between Mr.Frank Churchill and me; and, therefore, it seems as if such a thing even as this, may have occurred before--and if I should be so fortunate, beyond expression, as to--if Mr.Knightley should really--if _he_ does not mind the disparity, I hope, dear Miss Woodhouse, you will not set yourself against it, and try to put difficulties in the way.

But you are too good for that, I am sure." Harriet was standing at one of the windows.