THE WATSONS
of whisper, "what are my sensations in finding myself once more at Stanton; you know what a sad visitor I make. And I was so excessively impatient to see Emma; I dreaded the meeting, and at the same time longed for it. Do you not comprehend the sort of feeling?"
"Not at all," cried he, aloud: "I could never dread a meeting with Miss Emma Watson, or any of her sisters."
It was lucky that he added that finish.
"Were you speaking to me?" said Emma, who had caught her own name.
"Not absolutely," he answered; "but I was thinking of you, as many at a greater distance are probably doing at this moment. Fine open weather, Miss Emma,—charming season for hunting."
"Emma is delightful, is not she?" whispered Margaret; "I have found her more than answer my warmest hopes. Did you ever see anything more perfectly beautiful? I think even you must be a convert to a brown complexion."
He hesitated. Margaret was fair herself, and he did not particularly want to compliment her; but Miss Osborne and Miss Carr were likewise fair, and his devotion to them carried the day.
"Your sister's complexion," said he, at last, "is as fine as a dark complexion can be; but I
