The stupidest fellow! He was afraid not even Miss Woodhouse"-- he stopt a moment--"or Miss Smith could inspire him." The very next day however produced some proof of inspiration.

He called for a few moments, just to leave a piece of paper on the table containing, as he said, a charade, which a friend of his had addressed to a young lady, the object of his admiration, but which, from his manner, Emma was immediately convinced must be his own.
"I do not offer it for Miss Smith's collection," said he.

"Being my friend's, I have no right to expose it in any degree to the public eye, but perhaps you may not dislike looking at it." The speech was more to Emma than to Harriet, which Emma could understand.

There was deep consciousness about him, and he found it easier to meet her eye than her friend's.

He was gone the next moment:--after another moment's pause, "Take it," said Emma, smiling, and pushing the paper towards Harriet--"it is for you.