Emma eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 469 pages of information about Emma.

“Emma knows I never flatter her,” said Mr. Knightley, “but I meant no reflection on any body.  Miss Taylor has been used to have two persons to please; she will now have but one.  The chances are that she must be a gainer.”

“Well,” said Emma, willing to let it pass—­“you want to hear about the wedding; and I shall be happy to tell you, for we all behaved charmingly.  Every body was punctual, every body in their best looks:  not a tear, and hardly a long face to be seen.  Oh no; we all felt that we were going to be only half a mile apart, and were sure of meeting every day.”

“Dear Emma bears every thing so well,” said her father.  “But, Mr. Knightley, she is really very sorry to lose poor Miss Taylor, and I am sure she will miss her more than she thinks for.”

Emma turned away her head, divided between tears and smiles.  “It is impossible that Emma should not miss such a companion,” said Mr. Knightley.  “We should not like her so well as we do, sir, if we could suppose it; but she knows how much the marriage is to Miss Taylor’s advantage; she knows how very acceptable it must be, at Miss Taylor’s time of life, to be settled in a home of her own, and how important to her to be secure of a comfortable provision, and therefore cannot allow herself to feel so much pain as pleasure.  Every friend of Miss Taylor must be glad to have her so happily married.”

“And you have forgotten one matter of joy to me,” said Emma, “and a very considerable one—­that I made the match myself.  I made the match, you know, four years ago; and to have it take place, and be proved in the right, when so many people said Mr. Weston would never marry again, may comfort me for any thing.”

Mr. Knightley shook his head at her.  Her father fondly replied, “Ah! my dear, I wish you would not make matches and foretell things, for whatever you say always comes to pass.  Pray do not make any more matches.”

“I promise you to make none for myself, papa; but I must, indeed, for other people.  It is the greatest amusement in the world!  And after such success, you know!—­Every body said that Mr. Weston would never marry again.  Oh dear, no!  Mr. Weston, who had been a widower so long, and who seemed so perfectly comfortable without a wife, so constantly occupied either in his business in town or among his friends here, always acceptable wherever he went, always cheerful—­ Mr. Weston need not spend a single evening in the year alone if he did not like it.  Oh no!  Mr. Weston certainly would never marry again.  Some people even talked of a promise to his wife on her deathbed, and others of the son and the uncle not letting him.  All manner of solemn nonsense was talked on the subject, but I believed none of it.

“Ever since the day—­about four years ago—­that Miss Taylor and I met with him in Broadway Lane, when, because it began to drizzle, he darted away with so much gallantry, and borrowed two umbrellas for us from Farmer Mitchell’s, I made up my mind on the subject.  I planned the match from that hour; and when such success has blessed me in this instance, dear papa, you cannot think that I shall leave off match-making.”

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