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Emma

Chapter 7
Emma's very good opinion of Frank Churchill was a little shaken the following
day, by hearing that he was gone off to London, merely to have his hair cut. A
sudden freak seemed to have seized him at breakfast, and he had sent for a
chaise and set off, intending to return to dinner, but with no more important view
that appeared than having his hair cut. There was certainly no harm in his
travelling sixteen miles twice over on such an errand; but there was an air of
foppery and nonsense in it which she could not approve. It did not accord with
the rationality of plan, the moderation in expense, or even the unselfish warmth
of heart, which she had believed herself to discern in him yesterday. Vanity,
extravagance, love of change, restlessness of temper, which must be doing
something, good or bad; heedlessness as to the pleasure of his father and Mrs.
Weston, indifferent as to how his conduct might appear in general; he became
liable to all these charges. His father only called him a coxcomb, and thought it a
very good story; but that Mrs. Weston did not like it, was clear enough, by her
passing it over as quickly as possible, and making no other comment than that
"all young people would have their little whims."
With the exception of this little blot, Emma found that his visit hitherto had given
her friend only good ideas of him. Mrs. Weston was very ready to say how
attentive and pleasant a companion he made himself--how much she saw to like
in his disposition altogether. He appeared to have a very open temper--certainly
a very cheerful and lively one; she could observe nothing wrong in his notions, a
great deal decidedly right; he spoke of his uncle with warm regard, was fond of
talking of him--said he would be the best man in the world if he were left to
himself; and though there was no being attached to the aunt, he acknowledged
her kindness with gratitude, and seemed to mean always to speak of her with
respect. This was all very promising; and, but for such an unfortunate fancy for
having his hair cut, there was nothing to denote him unworthy of the
distinguished honour which her imagination had given him; the honour, if not of
being really in love with her, of being at least very near it, and saved only by her
own indifference-- (for still her resolution held of never marrying)--the honour, in
short, of being marked out for her by all their joint acquaintance.
Mr. Weston, on his side, added a virtue to the account which must have some
weight. He gave her to understand that Frank admired her extremely--thought
her very beautiful and very charming; and with so much to be said for him
altogether, she found she must not judge him harshly. As Mrs. Weston observed,
"all young people would have their little whims."
There was one person among his new acquaintance in Surry, not so leniently
disposed. In general he was judged, throughout the parishes of Donwell and
Highbury, with great candour; liberal allowances were made for the little
excesses of such a handsome young man-- one who smiled so often and bowed
so well; but there was one spirit among them not to be softened, from its power
of censure, by bows or smiles--Mr. Knightley. The circumstance was told him at
Hartfield; for the moment, he was silent; but Emma heard him almost
 
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