Emma could not doubt. It was a palpable display, repeated on every possible occasion. When they had all talked a little while in harmony of the weather and Mrs. Weston, she found herself abruptly addressed with,

“Do not you think, Miss Woodhouse, our saucy little friend here is charmingly recovered?⁠—Do not you think her cure does Perry the highest credit?⁠—(here was a side-glance of great meaning at Jane.) Upon my word, Perry has restored her in a wonderful short time!⁠—Oh! if you had seen her, as I did, when she was at the worst!”⁠—And when Mrs. Bates was saying something to Emma, whispered farther, “We do not say a word of any assistance that Perry might have; not a word of a certain young physician from Windsor.⁠—Oh! no; Perry shall have all the credit.”