"If you are very kind," said he, "it will be one of the waltzes we danced last night;——let me live them over again. You did not enjoy them as I did; you appeared tired the whole time. I believe you were glad we danced no longer; but I would have given worlds—— all the worlds one ever has to give——for another half-hour."
She played.
"What felicity it is to hear a tune again which has made one happy!—— If I mistake not that was danced at Weymouth."
She looked up at him for a moment, coloured deeply, and played something else. He took some music from a chair near the pianoforte, and turning to Emma, said,
Emma wished he would be less pointed, yet could not help being amused; and when on glancing her eye towards Jane Fairfax she caught the remains of a smile, when she saw that with all the deep blush of consciousness, there had been a smile of secret delight, she had less scruple in the amusement, and much less compunction with respect to her.——This amiable, upright, perfect Jane Fairfax was apparently cherishing very reprehensible feelings.