“You are ungrateful.”

“Ungrateful!⁠—What do you mean?” Then changing from a frown to a smile⁠—“No, do not tell me⁠—I do not want to know what you mean.⁠—Where is my father?⁠—When are we to begin dancing?”

Emma could hardly understand him; he seemed in an odd humour. He walked off to find his father, but was quickly back again with both Mr. and Mrs. Weston. He had met with them in a little perplexity, which must be laid before Emma. It had just occurred to Mrs. Weston that Mrs. Elton must be asked to begin the ball; that she would expect it; which interfered with all their wishes of giving Emma that distinction.⁠—Emma heard the sad truth with fortitude.