She went⁠—she had driven once unsuccessfully to the door, but had not been into the house since the morning after Box Hill, when poor Jane had been in such distress as had filled her with compassion, though all the worst of her sufferings had been unsuspected.⁠—The fear of being still unwelcome, determined her, though assured of their being at home, to wait in the passage, and send up her name.⁠—She heard Patty announcing it; but no such bustle succeeded as poor Miss Bates had before made so happily intelligible.⁠—No; she heard nothing but the instant reply of, “Beg her to walk up;”⁠—and a moment afterwards she was met on the stairs by Jane herself, coming eagerly forward, as if no other reception of her were felt sufficient.⁠—Emma had never seen her look so well, so lovely, so engaging. There was consciousness, animation, and warmth; there was everything which her countenance or manner could ever have wanted.⁠—She came forward with an offered hand; and said, in a low, but very feeling tone,

“This is most kind, indeed!⁠—Miss Woodhouse, it is impossible for me to express⁠—I hope you will believe⁠—Excuse me for being so entirely without words.”