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“Good evening, Mr. Knightley,” Emma said as their neighbor arrived at the house.
“It’s very late,” her father said. “Please tell me you weren’t out walking after dark.”
“Of course I was,” replied Mr. Knightley. “The starlight is lovely, and more importantly, with the moonless night, there is a better view of the comet.”
“Did you see the comet?” Emma asked. “I read about that this week.”
“Yes, I did. It’s quite spectacular.”
Mr. Knightley sat down near Mr. Woodhouse, and Emma walked over.
“Such a dark night, too,” Mr. Woodhouse grumbled. “You really shouldn’t be out at night like this. It’s quite reckless of you, Mr. Knightley.”
“I think it was worth the risk to life and limb,” Mr. Knightley laughed. “I couldn’t very well read about this comet week after week and not try to see it for myself. Besides, it’s an exceptionally warm evening tonight.”
Emma glanced out the window. It had, indeed, been a warm day, and perhaps she could see this comet for herself.
“Father, do you think I might go see it? I wouldn’t get a chill if I’m careful. Everyone is talking about it, you know.”
“People speak of warm evenings,” he said, “but I don’t think the air will do you any good. And poor Miss Taylor is visiting friends this week.”
Emma sighed.
“It should be visible immediately after sunset tomorrow,” Mr. Knightley suggested. “You could both plan on stepping out into your own garden, and I can point out where it is. If it turns out to be cold, you would be able to move inside immediately.”
Mr. Woodhouse looked at the fire for a moment. “If it is as sure of a thing as you say, I think we could try.
Emma smiled. “Thank you, Father! And thank you, Mr. Knightley, I’m so happy you told us about this!”