'His name is Howard.’
‘Howard! Dear me; I cannot think of him but as playing cards with Lady Osborne, and looking proud. I must own, however, that it is a relief to me to find you can speak as you do of Tom Musgrave, My heart did misgive me that you would like him too wel]. You talked so stoutly beforehand, that I was sadly afraid your brag would be punished. If only hope it will last, and that he will not come on to pay you much attention. It is a hard thing for a woman to stand agaiust the flattering ways of a man when he is bent upon pleasing her.’
As their quietly sociable little meal concluded, Miss Watson could not help observing how comfortably it had passed.
“It is so delightful to me,’ said she, ‘to have things going on in peace and goad-humour. Nobody can tell how much I hate quarrelling. Now, though we have had nothing but fried beef, how good it has all seemed. I wish everybody were as easily satisfied as you; but poor Margaret is very snappish, and Penelope owns she would rather have quarrelling going on than nothing at all.’
Mr. Watson returned in the evening not the worse for the exertion of the day, and, consequently, pleased with what he had done, and glad to talk of it over his own fireside. Emma had not foreseen any interest to herself in the occurrences of a visitation ; but when she heard Mr. Howard spoken of as the preacher, and as having given them an excellent sermon, she could not help listening with a quicker ear.
