“Well,” said Emma, “I suppose we shall gradually grow reconciled to the idea, and I wish them very happy. But I shall always think it a very abominable sort of proceeding. What has it been but a system of hypocrisy and deceit⁠—espionage, and treachery?⁠—To come among us with professions of openness and simplicity; and such a league in secret to judge us all!⁠—Here have we been, the whole winter and spring, completely duped, fancying ourselves all on an equal footing of truth and honour, with two people in the midst of us who may have been carrying round, comparing and sitting in judgment on sentiments and words that were never meant for both to hear.⁠—They must take the consequence, if they have heard each other spoken of in a way not perfectly agreeable!”

“I am quite easy on that head,” replied Mrs. Weston. “I am very sure that I never said anything of either to the other, which both might not have heard.”

“You are in luck.⁠—Your only blunder was confined to my ear, when you imagined a certain friend of ours in love with the lady.”