This was cruelly mortifying to Margaret, who was nevertheless forced to constrain her feelings in the presence of her father; but on their return home, as he went directly to his room, she gave way to her agitation--quite shocking Emma by the violence of her passion, as well as by a wholly unexpected attack on her own conduct. Elizabeth endeavoured in vain to interpose, but Margaret would not be stayed; and Emma stood motionless under a shower of angry accusations. She was running after Lord Osborne--her intentions were plain to everyone, and she would only have herself despised! Lord Osborne would never _look at her_! Mr. Musgrave saw through her! No doubt he was in Miss Osborne's confidence, and knew she was coming--_that_ was why he had been so wanting in civility to herself!--he did not want the Osbornes to think he was mixed up with them--but Lord Osborne would never think of her, except to insult her! At this, Emma, in silent indignation, took up her candlestick and retired to her room. When she had gone, Elizabeth spoke more seriously to her sister than ever she had done in her life before; and as Margaret at first refused to listen to reason, threatened to appeal to her father should there be any repetition of the scene. Completely overcome, Margaret then burst into tears, and shortly after permitted Elizabeth to lead her upstairs. A few days later, Lady Osborne and her daughter called on the Miss Watsons. Miss Osborne, supported by her friend Miss Carr, had endeavoured to dissuade her mother from taking this step; but Lady Osborne, seeing that her son's feelings were more deeply engaged than ever she had previously known them to be, was too clever not to be assured that opposition would only serve to fan his flame; and, moreover, she did not choose that he should visit with people whom she would not acknowledge. She was showed by Nanny into the parlour, and though it was not such a room as she was accustomed to be received in, everything was in order; and Elizabeth, who had become more refined from her intercourse with Emma, received her with greater dignity than she had expected. As for Emma herself, she was not less elegant in her simple house frock than in her ball-dress, and the Osbornes were compelled to acknowledge her beauty. It was not such a marriage as Lady Osborne could possibly countenance for her son; but nevertheless she found herself drawn towards Emma; and placing herself near to her, directed the greater part of her conversation to her; while Margaret sat somewhat aside, white and silent, only able to join in the conversation when directly addressed. "I understand from Mrs. Blake," said Lady Osborne, "that you have been brought up by a relative at some distance?" "By my aunt, Mrs. Turner, now Mrs. O'Brien." "And where has she gone to live?" "In the South of Ireland, ma'am, where Captain O'Brien has a small property."