I want you to call me something else, but I do not know what." "I remember once calling you 'George,' in one of my amiable fits, about ten years ago.

I did it because I thought it would offend you; but, as you made no objection, I never did it again." "And cannot you call me 'George' now ?" "Impossible!--I never can call you any thing but 'Mr.Knightley.' I will not promise even to equal the elegant terseness of Mrs.Elton, by calling you Mr.K .-- But I will promise," she added presently, laughing and blushing--"I will promise to call you once by your Christian name.
I do not say when, but perhaps you may guess where;--in the building in which N.takes M.for better, for worse." Emma grieved that she could not be more openly just to one important service which his better sense would have rendered her, to the advice which would have saved her from the worst of all her womanly follies--her wilful intimacy with Harriet Smith; but it was too tender a subject .-- She could not enter on it .-- Harriet was very seldom mentioned between them.

This, on his side, might merely proceed from her not being thought of; but Emma was rather inclined to attribute it to delicacy, and a suspicion, from some appearances, that their friendship were declining.

She was aware herself, that, parting under any other circumstances, they certainly should have corresponded more, and that her intelligence would not have rested, as it now almost wholly did, on Isabella's letters.

He might observe that it was so.