And he wrote as if he really loved her very much--but she did not know--and so, she was come as fast as she could to ask Miss Woodhouse what she should do.--" Emma was half-ashamed of her friend for seeming so pleased and so doubtful.
"Upon my word," she cried, "the young man is determined not to lose any thing for want of asking.

He will connect himself well if he can." "Will you read the letter ?" cried Harriet.

"Pray do.

I'd rather you would." Emma was not sorry to be pressed.

She read, and was surprized.