"How can you talk such nonsense, Elizabeth?" said Emma coloring.
"I deny the accusation stoutly; it is you who are unreasonable, whilst I am talking in the most matter-of-fact way imaginable."
Emma was silent, and after waiting a minute, her sister began again:
"I wonder what Tom Musgrove will say when he hears we have dined at the Castle?"
"Some nonsense I dare say," replied Emma; "I believe his boastings were at the bottom of your curiosity to go there; you wished to surprise him."
"Yes I think I did—but was it like what you expected? it was all so grand and formal that I felt quite uncomfortable. I am glad to have been, and still more glad that I have come away."
"It was not the first time I have been in a large house," said Emma, "and I was not surprised at anything I saw; except that Lady Osborne should take the trouble of wearing so many jewels, and dress in so very juvenile a style."
"Were you not jealous, Emma? Did you not notice how she flirted with Mr. Howard?"
"For shame, Elizabeth, to say such things of our hostess."
"Nay, indeed it is only truth—I think he had much better marry her. I dare say she has a good jointure, and she may not be very disagreeable to him perhaps! what would you say to that?"