“That is the Grange,” said Hester, with a sudden flush, “that is Catherine Vernon’s house.”
“Oh‑h! But then why should I lose any time? It would look better that I should go at once, the very first day. I suppose you run in whenever you please.”
Hester’s countenance flamed more than ever. “I never go—except when I go with my mother. Catherine would not care to see you with me. She is very fond of your grandfather and grandmother—but not so fond of us. And she is quite right, we don’t deserve it so much,” Hester said, flinging back her young head with that movement of natural pride which belonged to her. Just then, to make the situation more complicated, Edward came out from the gate, and seeing the two figures on the road, hesitated for a moment, conscious of Catherine’s eye behind him, and Hester’s keen consciousness before.
“Oh,” said Emma again, “then there are factions? I am sure I am very glad grandpapa is on Catherine’s side; for Elinor said, and then Roland told me—Who is that? Oh, then, there are men there? I thought she lived alone. He looks rather nice, though I like men to be taller than that. Mind you introduce me, and walk a little faster please, before he gets away.”
Hester’s response to this was naturally the indignant one of walking more slowly, so as to give the hesitating figure at the gate full time to get away. But Edward had thought better of it. On the whole, he found it more undesirable to encounter Hester’s disdain than anything Catherine would be likely to say. And just at that hour after luncheon Catherine generally abandoned her seat in the window. It was true that he very seldom came back to lunch. He advanced accordingly a few steps from the door, and held out his hand. “I am glad to see you are none the worse of our dissipations last night,” he said.
“Introduce me,” said Emma, keeping her place close to Hester’s side, “we are all cousins together, though we don’t know each other. I wanted to go in at once to see Cousin Catherine, whom I have heard of all my life; but she will not let me. Perhaps you will mention it to Cousin Catherine. I will come as soon as I can get grandpapa to bring me. It is so much more formal than I thought. Among relations generally one runs out and in, and never thinks twice, but that does not seem to be your way here.”
“No, it is not our way here. We hold each other at arm’s length. We are not even civil if we can help it,” said Edward, with a laugh and a glance at Hester, who stood, the impersonation of unwilling politeness, holding herself back, in an attitude which said as plainly as words, that though their way was the same she did not choose to be accompanied, by him, along even that common way.
“I see,” said Emma. “I am sure I am very sorry I made you stand and talk, Hester, when you dislike it so much. Of course, among relations one understands all that. Do you live here? I remember now Roland told me there were some gentlemen-cousins, but I am quite a stranger, and I don’t know anything. Hester is going to take me to see the little town.”
“You must not say ‘little town’ to any of the Redborough people, Miss Ashton.”
“Oh, mustn’t I? At Waltham nobody minds. I should like to see the Bank where all the Vernon money comes from. The Vernon money has never done us any good I believe, but still when one is connected with money one likes to see all about it at least. Do you think, Hester, this gentleman would be so good as to see about my invitation? I don’t know if Mrs.—, I forget her name, who gives the dances—is your sister, Mr. Vernon.”
“Mrs. Merridew is my cousin,” said Edward.
“Oh, cousin, is it? I suppose we are all cousins. Naturally I should like an invitation: but I suppose it is because of the splits in the family, grandmamma doesn’t seem to wish to do anything about it, and Hester hesitated, you know, just as you hesitated, Mr. Vernon, before you came to speak to us. What a pity that there should be such to-does: but where there are a large number of people in a family, of course it can’t always be helped. I have always found gentlemen were more good-natured than ladies about getting one invitations. If you were to tell Mrs. Merridew I am here, even if she didn’t think it right to call as most people would, at least she might send me a ticket. I can’t have anything to do with either side, seeing I only arrived yesterday, and don’t know a word about it: but I do like to make acquaintance with a place wherever I go.”
“I will see that my cousin sends you an invitation, Miss Ashton, at least if she will do what I ask her. I have got my work waiting me. Pardon me if I go on.”
“Oh, we are going the same way. I suppose we are going the same way?” said Emma, looking at her companion.
“You walk quicker than we do, and I dare say you are in a hurry,” said Hester ungraciously. She did not respond to the look of mingled reproach and relief which he gave her. The very vicinity of Catherine Vernon’s house stiffened Hester into marble, and Edward was very anxious to go on. He stood
