Emma eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 596 pages of information about Emma.

“Jane Fairfax has feeling,” said Mr. Knightley—­“I do not accuse her of want of feeling.  Her sensibilities, I suspect, are strong—­and her temper excellent in its power of forbearance, patience, self-controul; but it wants openness.  She is reserved, more reserved, I think, than she used to be—­And I love an open temper.  No—­till Cole alluded to my supposed attachment, it had never entered my head.  I saw Jane Fairfax and conversed with her, with admiration and pleasure always—­but with no thought beyond.”

“Well, Mrs. Weston,” said Emma triumphantly when he left them, “what do you say now to Mr. Knightley’s marrying Jane Fairfax?”

“Why, really, dear Emma, I say that he is so very much occupied by the idea of not being in love with her, that I should not wonder if it were to end in his being so at last.  Do not beat me.”


Every body in and about Highbury who had ever visited Mr. Elton, was disposed to pay him attention on his marriage.  Dinner-parties and evening-parties were made for him and his lady; and invitations flowed in so fast that she had soon the pleasure of apprehending they were never to have a disengaged day.

“I see how it is,” said she.  “I see what a life I am to lead among you.  Upon my word we shall be absolutely dissipated.  We really seem quite the fashion.  If this is living in the country, it is nothing very formidable.  From Monday next to Saturday, I assure you we have not a disengaged day!—­A woman with fewer resources than I have, need not have been at a loss.”

No invitation came amiss to her.  Her Bath habits made evening-parties perfectly natural to her, and Maple Grove had given her a taste for dinners.  She was a little shocked at the want of two drawing rooms, at the poor attempt at rout-cakes, and there being no ice in the Highbury card-parties.  Mrs. Bates, Mrs. Perry, Mrs. Goddard and others, were a good deal behind-hand in knowledge of the world, but she would soon shew them how every thing ought to be arranged.  In the course of the spring she must return their civilities by one very superior party—­in which her card-tables should be set out with their separate candles and unbroken packs in the true style—­and more waiters engaged for the evening than their own establishment could furnish, to carry round the refreshments at exactly the proper hour, and in the proper order.

Emma, in the meanwhile, could not be satisfied without a dinner at Hartfield for the Eltons.  They must not do less than others, or she should be exposed to odious suspicions, and imagined capable of pitiful resentment.  A dinner there must be.  After Emma had talked about it for ten minutes, Mr. Woodhouse felt no unwillingness, and only made the usual stipulation of not sitting at the bottom of the table himself, with the usual regular difficulty of deciding who should do it for him.

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