Chapter 13

           Theweathercontinuedmuchthesameallthefollowingmorning;andthesameloneliness,andthesamemelancholy,seemedtoreignatHartfield—butintheafternoonitcleared;thewindchangedintoasofterquarter;thecloudswerecarriedoff;thesunappeared;itwassummeragain.Withalltheeagernesswhichsuchatransitiongives,Emmaresolvedtobeoutofdoorsassoonaspossible.Neverhadtheexquisitesight,smell,sensationofnature,tranquil,warm,andbrilliantafterastorm,beenmoreattractivetoher.Shelongedfortheserenitytheymightgraduallyintroduce;andonMr.Perry’scominginsoonafterdinner,withadisengagedhourtogiveherfather,shelostnotimeillhurryingintotheshrubbery.—There,withspiritsfreshened,andthoughtsalittlerelieved,shehadtakenafewturns,whenshesawMr.Knightleypassingthroughthegardendoor,andcomingtowardsher.—ItwasthefirstintimationofhisbeingreturnedfromLondon.Shehadbeenthinkingofhimthemomentbefore,asunquestionablysixteenmilesdistant.—Therewastimeonlyforthequickestarrangementofmind.Shemustbecollectedandcalm.Inhalfaminutetheyweretogether.The"Howd’yedo’s"werequietandconstrainedoneachside.Sheaskedaftertheirmutualfriends;theywereallwell.—Whenhadheleftthem?—Onlythatmorning.Hemusthavehadawetride.—Yes.—Hemeanttowalkwithher,shefound."Hehadjustlookedintothedining-room,andashewasnotwantedthere,preferredbeingoutofdoors.