"Emma, my dear, I'm happy to see you're enjoying the gruel," Mr. Woodhouse said at dinner time.
Emma smiled and agreed, but did not want to admit that gruel was currently the only thing that her stomach could tolerate. She glanced over at Mr. Knightley, who raised a knowing eyebrow. Emma would not risk swooning around her father.
A few moments of silent eating followed.
"John and Isabella will be arriving next week," Mr. Knightley commented. "I do believe you are looking forward to that, Emma?"
"Yes, I believe I will have quite a lot to discuss with my sister."