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Chapter 20
Jane Fairfax was an orphan, the only
child of Mrs. Bates's youngest daughter.
The marriage of Lieut.
Fairfax of the
_______ regiment of infantry, and Miss Jane Bates, had had its
day of
fame and pleasure, hope and interest; but nothing now
remained of it, save the melancholy remembrance of him dying
in action
abroad--of his widow sinking under consumption and grief soon
afterwards--and this girl.
By birth she belonged to
Highbury: and when
at three years old, on losing her mother, she became the
property, the charge, the consolation, the fondling of her
grandmother and aunt, there had seemed every probability of
her being
permanently fixed there; of her being taught only what very
limited means could command, and growing up with no advantages
of
connexion or improvement, to be engrafted on what nature had
given
her in a pleasing person, good understanding, and warm-hearted,
well-meaning relations.
But the compassionate
feelings of a
friend of her father gave a change to her destiny. This was Colonel Campbell,
who had very highly regarded Fairfax, as an
excellent officer and most deserving young man; and farther, had
been indebted to him for such attentions, during a severe
camp-fever, as he believed had saved his life.
These were claims which he did not learn to
overlook, though some years passed away from the
death of poor Fairfax, before
his own return to England
put any
thing in his power. When he did return, he sought out the
child and took notice of her. He was a married man, with only
one
living child, a girl, about Jane's age:
and Jane became their guest, paying them long
visits and growing a favourite with all; and
before she was nine years old, his daughter's great fondness
for her,
and his own wish of being a real friend, united to produce an
offer from Colonel Campbell of undertaking the whole charge of
her
education. It was
accepted; and from that period Jane had belonged
to Colonel Campbell's family, and had lived with them
entirely, only
visiting her grandmother from time to time.
The plan was that she
should be brought
up for educating others; the very few hundred pounds which she
inherited from her father making independence impossible. To provide for her
otherwise was out of Colonel Campbell's power; for
though his income, by pay and appointments, was handsome, his
fortune was moderate and must be all his daughter's; but, by
giving
her an education, he hoped to be supplying the means of
respectable
subsistence hereafter.
Such was Jane Fairfax's
history. She had
fallen into good hands, known nothing but kindness from the Campbells,
and been given an excellent education.
Living constantly with right-minded and
well-informed people, her heart and
understanding had received every advantage of discipline and
culture; and Colonel Campbell's residence being in London,
every lighter talent had been done full justice to, by the
attendance of
first-rate masters. Her disposition and abilities were
equally worthy of all that friendship could do; and at
eighteen or
nineteen she was, as far as such an early age can be qualified
for the care of children, fully competent to the office of
instruction herself; but she was too much beloved to be parted
with. Neither
father nor mother could promote, and the daughter could
not endure it. The
evil day was put off. It
was easy to decide that she was still too
young; and Jane remained with them, sharing, as
another daughter, in all the rational pleasures of an elegant
society, and a judicious mixture of home and amusement, with
only
the drawback of the future, the sobering suggestions of her
own good
understanding to remind her that all this might soon be over.
The affection of the
whole family, the
warm attachment of Miss Campbell in
particular, was the more honourable to each party from the
circumstance of Jane's decided
superiority both in beauty and acquirements.
That nature had given it in feature could
not be unseen by the young woman, nor could
her higher powers of mind be unfelt by the parents. They continued together
with unabated regard however, till the marriage of
Miss Campbell, who by that chance, that luck which so often
defies
anticipation in matrimonial affairs, giving attraction to what
is moderate
rather than to what is superior, engaged the affections of Mr.
Dixon, a
young man, rich and agreeable, almost as soon as they were
acquainted;
and was eligibly and happily settled, while Jane Fairfax
had yet her bread to earn.
This event had very
lately taken place;
too lately for any thing to be yet attempted by her less
fortunate
friend towards entering on her path of duty; though she had
now reached the
age which her own judgment had fixed on for beginning. She had long resolved that
one-and-twenty should be the period.
With the fortitude of a devoted
novitiate, she had resolved at one-and-twenty to
complete the sacrifice, and retire from all the pleasures of
life, of rational intercourse, equal society, peace and hope,
to penance
and mortification for ever.
The good sense of
Colonel and Mrs.
Campbell could not oppose such a resolution, though their
feelings
did. As long as
they lived, no exertions would be necessary, their
home might be hers for ever; and for their own comfort they
would
have retained her wholly; but this would be selfishness:--what
must be at last, had better be soon.
Perhaps they began to feel it might have been
kinder and wiser to have resisted the
temptation of any delay, and spared her from a taste of such
enjoyments of
ease and leisure as must now be relinquished.
Still, however, affection was glad to
catch at any reasonable excuse for not
hurrying on the wretched moment. She had never been quite well
since the
time of their daughter's marriage; and till she should have
completely
recovered her usual strength, they must forbid her engaging in
duties,
which, so far from being compatible with a weakened frame and
varying spirits, seemed, under the most favourable
circumstances,
to require something more than human perfection of body and
mind to be discharged with tolerable comfort.
With regard to her not
accompanying them
to Ireland,
her account to her aunt contained nothing but truth,
though there might be some truths not told.
It was her own choice to give the time of
their absence to Highbury; to spend, perhaps,
her last months of perfect liberty with those kind relations
to
whom she was so very dear: and the Campbells,
whatever might be their motive or
motives, whether single, or double, or treble,
gave the arrangement their ready sanction, and said, that
they depended more on a few months spent in her native air,
for the
recovery of her health, than on any thing else. Certain it was that she
was to come;
and that Highbury, instead of welcoming
that perfect novelty which had been so long promised it--Mr.
Frank
Churchill--must put up for the present with Jane Fairfax, who
could
bring only the freshness of a two years' absence.
Emma was sorry;--to have
to pay
civilities to a person she did not like through three long
months!--to
be always doing more than she wished, and less than she
ought! Why she did
not like Jane Fairfax might be a
difficult question to answer; Mr. Knightley had once told her
it was because she saw
in her the really accomplished young woman, which she
wanted to be thought herself; and though the accusation had
been
eagerly refuted at the time, there were moments of
self-examination
in which her conscience could not quite acquit her. But "she could never get
acquainted with
her: she did not know how it was, but there
was such coldness and reserve-- such apparent indifference
whether she
pleased or not--and then, her aunt was such an eternal
talker!--and she was made such a fuss with by every body!--and
it had been
always imagined that they were to be so intimate--because
their ages
were the same, every body had supposed they must be so fond of
each
other." These were
her reasons-- she had no better.
It was a dislike so
little just--every
imputed fault was so magnified by fancy, that she never saw
Jane
Fairfax the first time after any considerable absence, without
feeling
that she had injured her; and now, when the due visit was
paid, on
her arrival, after a two years' interval, she was particularly
struck
with the very appearance and manners, which for those two
whole
years she had been depreciating. Jane Fairfax was very
elegant,
remarkably elegant; and she had herself the highest value for
elegance. Her
height was pretty, just such as almost every body would
think tall, and nobody could think very tall; her figure
particularly
graceful; her size a most becoming medium, between fat and
thin,
though a slight appearance of ill-health seemed to point out
the
likeliest evil of the two. Emma could not but feel all this;
and
then, her face--her features-- there was more beauty in them
altogether
than she had remembered; it was not regular, but it was very
pleasing beauty. Her
eyes, a deep grey, with dark eye-lashes and
eyebrows, had never been denied their praise; but the skin,
which she
had been used to cavil at, as wanting colour, had a clearness
and
delicacy which really needed no fuller bloom.
It was a style of beauty, of which
elegance was the reigning character, and as such,
she must, in honour, by all her principles, admire
it:--elegance, which, whether of person or of mind, she saw so little
in
Highbury. There,
not to be vulgar, was distinction, and merit.
In short, she sat,
during the first
visit, looking at Jane Fairfax with twofold complacency; the
sense of
pleasure and the sense of rendering justice, and was
determining that she would dislike her no longer. When she took in her
history, indeed, her
situation, as well as her beauty; when she
considered what all this elegance was destined to, what she
was going to
sink from, how she was going to live, it seemed impossible to
feel
any thing but compassion and respect; especially, if to every
well-known particular entitling her to interest, were added
the highly
probable circumstance of an attachment to Mr. Dixon, which she
had so naturally started to herself.
In that case, nothing could be more
pitiable or more honourable than the sacrifices
she had resolved on. Emma was very willing now to acquit her
of having seduced Mr. Dixon's actions from his wife, or of
any thing mischievous which her imagination had suggested at
first. If it were
love, it might be simple, single, successless
love on her side alone. She might have been unconsciously
sucking
in the sad poison, while a sharer of his conversation with
her friend; and from the best, the purest of motives, might
now be
denying herself this visit to Ireland,
and resolving to divide
herself effectually from him and his connexions by soon
beginning
her career of laborious duty.
Upon the whole, Emma
left her with such
softened, charitable feelings, as made her look around in
walking home,
and lament that Highbury afforded no young man worthy of
giving
her independence; nobody that she could wish to scheme
about for her.
These were charming
feelings--but not
lasting. Before she
had committed herself by any public
profession of eternal friendship for Jane Fairfax, or done
more towards a
recantation of past prejudices and errors, than saying to Mr.
Knightley, "She certainly is handsome; she is better than
handsome!" Jane had
spent an evening at Hartfield with her grandmother and aunt,
and every
thing was relapsing much into its usual state.
Former provocations reappeared.
The aunt was as tiresome as ever; more
tiresome,
because anxiety for her health was now added to admiration of
her powers; and they had to listen to the description of
exactly how
little bread and butter she ate for breakfast, and how small a
slice of mutton for dinner, as well as to see exhibitions of
new
caps and new workbags for her mother and herself; and Jane's
offences
rose again. They
had music; Emma was obliged to play; and the thanks
and praise which necessarily followed appeared to her an
affectation
of candour, an air of greatness, meaning only to shew off
in higher style her own very superior performance. She was, besides, which
was the worst of all, so cold, so cautious!
There was no getting at her real
opinion. Wrapt up in a cloak of politeness, she
seemed determined to hazard nothing.
She was disgustingly, was suspiciously
reserved.
If any thing could be
more, where all
was most, she was more reserved on the subject of Weymouth
and the Dixons
than any thing. She seemed bent on giving no real
insight into Mr. Dixon's character, or her own value for his
company, or
opinion of the suitableness of the match.
It was all general approbation and
smoothness; nothing delineated or
distinguished. It
did her no service
however. Her caution was thrown away.
Emma saw its artifice, and returned to her
first surmises. There
probably was something more to conceal than her own
preference; Mr. Dixon, perhaps,
had been
very near changing one friend for the other, or
been fixed only to Miss Campbell, for the sake of the future
twelve
thousand pounds.
The like reserve
prevailed on other
topics. She and Mr.
Frank Churchill had been at Weymouth at the
same time. It was
known that they were a little acquainted; but not a syllable
of real information could Emma procure as to what he truly was. "Was he handsome?"--"She
believed he was reckoned a very fine young
man." "Was he
agreeable?"-- "He was generally thought
so." "Did he appear
a sensible
young man; a young man of information?"--"At
a watering-place, or in a common London
acquaintance, it was difficult to decide on such points. Manners were
all that could be safely
judged of, under a much longer knowledge than they had yet had
of Mr.
Churchill. She
believed every body found his manners
pleasing." Emma
could not forgive
her.
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