For she had made his interests her own, and was following in ardent imagination the undertaking which stamped her husband with nobility.
Richard talked on the subject for some moments; it was easier to do so than to come at once to the words he had in mind.

But he worked round by degrees, fighting the way hard.
'The house is empty at last.' 'Is it?
And you have gone to live there ?' 'Not yet.

I must get some furniture in first.' Emma kept silence; the shadows of a smile journeyed trembling from her eyes to her lips.
The question voiced itself from Richard: 'When will you be ready to go thither ?' 'I'm afraid--I don't think I must leave them just yet--for a little longer.' He did not look at her.

Emma was reading his face; the characters had become all at once a little puzzling; her own fault, of course, but the significance she sought was not readily discoverable.
'Can't they manage without you ?' he asked.

He believed his tone to express annoyance: in fact, it scarcely did so.
'I think it won't be very long before they can,' Emma replied; 'we have some plain sewing to do for Mrs.Robinson at the "Queen's Head," and she's promised to recommend us.