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 extraordinary seasons, and, in the present instance, he had the additional motive of being able to tell the Miss Watsons, whom he depended on finding sitting quietly cmployed after tea, that he was going home fo an eight o'clock dinner.

As it happened, he did not give more surprise than he received, when, instcad of being shown into the usual little sitting-room, the door of the best parlour (a foot larger each way than the other) was thrown open, and he beheld a circle of smart people, whom he could not immediately recognise, arranged with all the honours of visiting round the fire, and Miss Watson seated at the best Pembroke table, with the best tea-things before her. He stood a few seconds in silent amazement. ‘Musgrave,’ cjaculated Margaret, in a tender voice. He recollected himself, and came forward, -delighted to find such a circle of friends, and blessing his good fortune for the unlooked-for indulgence. He shook hands with Robert, bowed and smiled to the ladies, and did everything very prettily, but as to any particularity of address or emotion towards Margaret, Emma, who closely observed him, perceived nothing that did not justify Elizabeth's opinion, though Margaret’s modest smiles imported that she meant to take the visit to herself. He was persuaded without much difficulty to throw off his great coat and drink tea with them. For ‘whether he dined at eight or nine,’ as he observed, ‘was a matter of very little consequence;’ and without seeming to seek he did not turn away from the chair close by Margaret, which she was assiduous in providing him, She had thus secured