VOLUME III
17. CHAPTER XVII
 (continued)
Mrs. Weston was acting no part, feigning no feelings in all that she
 said to him in favour of the event.--She had been extremely surprized,
 never more so, than when Emma first opened the affair to her;
 but she saw in it only increase of happiness to all, and had
 no scruple in urging him to the utmost.--She had such a regard
 for Mr. Knightley, as to think he deserved even her dearest Emma;
 and it was in every respect so proper, suitable, and unexceptionable
 a connexion, and in one respect, one point of the highest importance,
 so peculiarly eligible, so singularly fortunate, that now it seemed
 as if Emma could not safely have attached herself to any other creature,
 and that she had herself been the stupidest of beings in not having
 thought of it, and wished it long ago.--How very few of those men
 in a rank of life to address Emma would have renounced their own
 home for Hartfield!  And who but Mr. Knightley could know and bear
 with Mr. Woodhouse, so as to make such an arrangement desirable!--
 The difficulty of disposing of poor Mr. Woodhouse had been always
 felt in her husband's plans and her own, for a marriage between Frank
 and Emma.  How to settle the claims of Enscombe and Hartfield had
 been a continual impediment--less acknowledged by Mr. Weston than
 by herself--but even he had never been able to finish the subject
 better than by saying--"Those matters will take care of themselves;
 the young people will find a way."  But here there was nothing to be
 shifted off in a wild speculation on the future.  It was all right,
 all open, all equal.  No sacrifice on any side worth the name.
 It was a union of the highest promise of felicity in itself,
 and without one real, rational difficulty to oppose or delay it. 
Mrs. Weston, with her baby on her knee, indulging in such reflections
 as these, was one of the happiest women in the world.  If any thing
 could increase her delight, it was perceiving that the baby would
 soon have outgrown its first set of caps. 
The news was universally a surprize wherever it spread;
 and Mr. Weston had his five minutes share of it; but five minutes
 were enough to familiarise the idea to his quickness of mind.--
 He saw the advantages of the match, and rejoiced in them with all
 the constancy of his wife; but the wonder of it was very soon nothing;
 and by the end of an hour he was not far from believing that he
 had always foreseen it. 
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