They are going to Box Hill to-morrow. It is not Switzerland, but it will be something for a young man so much in want of a change.
No, certainly not; he will go home in the cool of the evening.
But he may come back again in the cool of the morning.
No, it would not be worth while. If he came he would be cross.
Then pray let him stay at Richmond.
But if he does, he will be crosser still. He could never bear to think of them all enjoying themselves without him.
He must settle these difficulties, and choose his own degree of crossness. She will press him no more.
Chaff was not a slang word early in the century. But how charmingly Jane Austen can chaff by the lips of more than one of her heroines! And what arch, sweet, perfectly womanly and ladylike chaff it is!
Frank Churchill[61] is very wrong, and yet there is a grain of excuse for him when he says to Emma at parting, “Well, if you wish me to stay and join the party, I will.”
Emma smiles her acceptance of the concession, very nearly as indefensibly.