home. Of the pain of such feelings, Elizabeth knew very little. Her simple mind, or juster reason, saved her from such mortification; and though shrinking under a general sense of inferiority, she felt no particular shame. Mr. Watson, as the gentlemen had already heard from Nanny, was not well enough to be down stairs. With much concern they took their seats; Lord Osborne near Emma, and the convenient Mr. Musgrave, in high spirits at his own importance, on the other side of the fireplace with Elizabeth. He was at no loss for words; but when Lord Osborne had hoped that Emma had not caught cold at the ball he had nothing more to say for some time, and could only gratify his eye by occasional glances at his fair companion. Emma was not inclined to give herself much trouble for his entertainment, and after hard labour of mind, he produced the remark of its being a very fine day, and followed it up with the question of, ‘Have you been walking this morning ?’
‘No, my lord, we thought it too dirty.’
‘You should wear half-boots.” After another pause : ‘ Nothing sets off a neat ankle more than a half-boot ; nankeen, galoshed with black, looks very well. Do not you like half-boots ?’
‘Yes; but unless they are so stout as to injure their beauty, they are not fit for country walking.’
‘Ladies should ride in dirty weather. Do you ride?’
‘No, my lord.’
‘I wonder every lady does not; a woman never looks better than on horseback.'
