Chapter 13
There could hardly be a happier creature in the world than Mrs.
John Knightley, in this short visit to Hartfield, going about every
morning among her old acquaintance with her five children, and
talking over what she had done every evening with her father and
sister. She had nothing to wish otherwise, but that the days did
not pass so swiftly. It was a delightful visit;—perfect, in being
much too short.
In general their evenings were less engaged with friends than
their mornings; but one complete dinner engagement, and out of the
house too, there was no avoiding, though at Christmas. Mr. Weston
would take no denial; they must all dine at Randalls one day;—even
Mr. Woodhouse was persuaded to think it a possible thing in
preference to a division of the party.
How the
