Lucy breathlessly watched as Emma went down the path to the gate and approached the menacing figure on a huge horse. Lucy gasped premature joy, when the general saw Mrs Anson, dismounted and bowed. Mrs Anson spoke; her manners were strange parody of grimaces daughter when she flirted. Emma folded it, then dissolve the fan on top of it and glances at the general. His answer made an instant change: the woman dropped the fan and craned his head forward like an old turtle. Her lips were moving quickly. General stretched out his arms, as if something pleading, but as she continued to speak, and even began shaking his fists, he stepped away from her back and irreconcilably Shrugged. Now he spoke. Emma tried to grab his arm, but the general withdrew his hand and turned away. He was impregnable, like a wall. The general called the officer, who was standing, staring at the house, Ashley, mounted his horse and left without looking back.