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Sir G. (aside to HENRY.) There, you see, Harry, what can I do?
Henry. Oh! submit patiently.
Sir G. But, why such haste, my dear Emma? these things should be taken coolly-with a little consideration. Emma. Oh! no. Pray, pray make no more delays. Let it be done-irrevocably done.
Sir G. God bless my soul! what does all this mean? You never were in a hurry before.
Emma. No; there was no reason for it before. Yes, I know myself, my sense of duty will support me-(aside). Mrs. K. (aside to HENRY.) Why are you thus silent, thus unmoved, Henry? Believe me, you are both throwing away your own and each others' happiness, under a false impression.
Henry. What can I say? Is she not bent on marrying him, even against his will?
Sir G. Harry, Harry, come this way.-(takes him aside.) What am I to do at my age, with such an overbearing disposition-such a violent temper-such nervessuch sensibilities-such-such-every thing! In short, I find in her the whole list of besetting sins-talk to her, my boy, try to please her. Why shouldn't she like you as well, if you try? You are not so much amiss-come, a little courage! a martial air instead of that sheepish look! even something of a swagger will often take a girl's fancy. (pushing him towards her.)
Henry. Emma, is it true, that you have taken so great an aversion to me, as my uncle says?
Emma. Henry, you know my situation.
Henry. Is not your situation your own choice?
Emma. (looking up with deprecating meekness.) Do not insult me, Henry.
Henry. 1-insult you! Do I not hear you, even now, courting the tie-the fatal tie that is to sever us for ever? Emma. Have we not long been severed?
Henry. Never till now! and when my kind, generous uncle would restore us to each other, it is you-you-who
Emma. Hush-it cannot be true-Cecilia told me so, but I could not believe her-besides, my promise!
Henry. Is it not in my uncle's power to release you from that promise? Speak to her, dear uncle—she will not believe any one but you.
Sir G. Well, Emma-what has he been saying?
Sir G. Why, you stupid dog, could not you tell her that if she could bring herself—if she could make up her mind, I say—to the change-it might be more convenient —to all parties-to-to-Now, don't start so, my dear Emma! What do you see so particularly objectionable in him? He is but a rattlepated young fellow, I allow, but he may improve with time; and then, you will live with me, my dear, and see me every day! and as the settlements are drawn up, why, it is but inserting Harry's name instead of mine, and all parties may be accommodated.
Emma. Is it indeed your wish, Sir Geoffrey?
Sir G. I'll tell you what, Emma, the man must be a great fool, who, at my age, proposes what would be disagreeable to himself.
Emma. Oh! sir, it is now I love you as you deserve to be loved. (turning to HENRY, and giving her hand.) Henry!
Henry. Dearest, best of uncles! Emma! may I indeed say, my own Emma?
Sir G. But I have some conditions to make-the furniture is all bran new at Highwood House, and we must have no lap-dogs, no parrots, and you will always remember to clean your shoes on the mat, before
Henry. Always, always! and our affection, our gratitude shall cheer the evening of your days!
Emma. Oh! Cecilia!
Mrs. K. Dear, gentle Emma! I am scarcely less happy than yourself.
Sir G. (aside to HENRY.) Aye, aye, she is taking to it pretty kindly now; and Highwood House will be warm and comfortable, and bien etoffé, and in every respect furnished to my taste, without my being put out of my
Henry. (coming forward with EMMA.) And if any of our friends should have reached the age of sixty-two, without those articles of furniture my uncle has pronounced to be essential to comfort, may I recommend his mode of supplying them.