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13. CHAPTER XIII
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"Yes," said John Knightley, "and I think we shall have a good deal
 of it." 
"Christmas weather," observed Mr. Elton.  "Quite seasonable;
 and extremely fortunate we may think ourselves that it did not
 begin yesterday, and prevent this day's party, which it might very
 possibly have done, for Mr. Woodhouse would hardly have ventured had
 there been much snow on the ground; but now it is of no consequence.
 This is quite the season indeed for friendly meetings.  At Christmas
 every body invites their friends about them, and people think little
 of even the worst weather.  I was snowed up at a friend's house once
 for a week.  Nothing could be pleasanter.  I went for only one night,
 and could not get away till that very day se'nnight." 
Mr. John Knightley looked as if he did not comprehend the pleasure,
 but said only, coolly, 
"I cannot wish to be snowed up a week at Randalls." 
At another time Emma might have been amused, but she was too
 much astonished now at Mr. Elton's spirits for other feelings.
 Harriet seemed quite forgotten in the expectation of a pleasant party. 
"We are sure of excellent fires," continued he, "and every thing
 in the greatest comfort.  Charming people, Mr. and Mrs. Weston;--
 Mrs. Weston indeed is much beyond praise, and he is exactly
 what one values, so hospitable, and so fond of society;--
 it will be a small party, but where small parties are select,
 they are perhaps the most agreeable of any.  Mr. Weston's dining-room
 does not accommodate more than ten comfortably; and for my part,
 I would rather, under such circumstances, fall short by two than
 exceed by two.  I think you will agree with me, (turning with a soft
 air to Emma,) I think I shall certainly have your approbation,
 though Mr. Knightley perhaps, from being used to the large parties
 of London, may not quite enter into our feelings." 
"I know nothing of the large parties of London, sir--I never dine
 with any body." 
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