Mr.Knightley could not be there too often; he should be glad to see him every day;--but they did see him every day as it was .-- Why could not they go on as they had done?
Mr.Woodhouse could not be soon reconciled; but the worst was overcome, the idea was given; time and continual repetition must do the rest .-- To Emma's entreaties and assurances succeeded Mr.Knightley's, whose fond praise of her gave the subject even a kind of welcome; and he was soon used to be talked to by each, on every fair occasion .-- They had all the assistance which Isabella could give, by letters of the strongest approbation; and Mrs.Weston was ready, on the first meeting, to consider the subject in the most serviceable light--first, as a settled, and, secondly, as a good one--well aware of the nearly equal importance of the two recommendations to Mr.Woodhouse's mind .-- It was agreed upon, as what was to be; and every body by whom he was used to be guided assuring him that it would be for his happiness; and having some feelings himself which almost admitted it, he began to think that some time or other--in another year or two, perhaps--it might not be so very bad if the marriage did take place.
Mrs.Weston was acting no part, feigning no feelings in all that she said to him in favour of the event .-- She had been extremely surprized, never more so, than when Emma first opened the affair to her; but she saw in it only increase of happiness to all, and had no scruple in urging him to the utmost .-- She had such a regard for Mr.Knightley, as to think he deserved even her dearest Emma; and it was in every respect so proper, suitable, and unexceptionable a connexion, and in one respect, one point of the highest importance, so peculiarly eligible, so singularly fortunate, that now it seemed as if Emma could not safely have attached herself to any other creature, and that she had herself been the stupidest of beings in not having thought of it, and wished it long ago .-- How very few of those men in a rank of life to address Emma would have renounced their own home for Hartfield! And who but Mr.
Knightley could know and bear with Mr.Woodhouse, so as to make such an arrangement desirable!--The difficulty of disposing of poor Mr.
Woodhouse had been always felt in her husband's plans and her own, for a marriage between Frank and Emma.

How to settle the claims of Enscombe and Hartfield had been a continual impediment--less acknowledged by Mr.
Weston than by herself--but even he had never been able to finish the subject better than by saying--"Those matters will take care of themselves; the young people will find a way." But here there was nothing to be shifted off in a wild speculation on the future.

It was all right, all open, all equal.

No sacrifice on any side worth the name.
It was a union of the highest promise of felicity in itself, and without one real, rational difficulty to oppose or delay it.
Mrs.Weston, with her baby on her knee, indulging in such reflections as these, was one of the happiest women in the world.

If any thing could increase her delight, it was perceiving that the baby would soon have outgrown its first set of caps.
The news was universally a surprize wherever it spread; and Mr.Weston had his five minutes share of it; but five minutes were enough to familiarise the idea to his quickness of mind .-- He saw the advantages of the match, and rejoiced in them with all the constancy of his wife; but the wonder of it was very soon nothing; and by the end of an hour he was not far from believing that he had always foreseen it.
"It is to be a secret, I conclude," said he.