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did not repent her condescension in going to the Coles. The visit
afforded her many pleasant recollections the next day; and all that she
might be supposed to have lost on the side of dignified seclusion, must
be amply repaid in the splendour of popularity. She must have
delighted the Coles--worthy people, who deserved to be made happy!--And
left a name behind her that would not soon die away.
Perfect happiness, even in memory, is not common; and there were two
points on which she was not quite easy. She doubted whether
had not transgressed the duty of woman by woman, in betraying her
suspicions of Jane Fairfax's feelings to Frank Churchill. It was hardly
right; but it had been so strong an idea, that it would escape her, and
his submission to all that she told, was a compliment to her
penetration, which made it difficult for her to be quite certain that
she ought to have held her tongue.
The other circumstance of regret related also to Jane Fairfax; and
there she had no doubt. She did unfeignedly and unequivocally
regret the inferiority of her own playing and singing. She
most heartily grieve over the idleness of her childhood--and sat down
and practised vigorously an hour and a half.
She was then interrupted by Harriet's coming in; and if Harriet's
praise could have satisfied her, she might soon have been comforted.
"Oh! if I could but play as well as you and Miss Fairfax!"
"Don't class us together, Harriet. My playing is no more like
her's, than a lamp is like sunshine."
"Oh! dear--I think you play the best of the two. I think you
quite as well as she does. I am sure I had much rather hear
Every body last night said how well you played."
"Those who knew any thing about it, must have felt the difference. The
truth is, Harriet, that my playing is just good enough to be praised,
but Jane Fairfax's is much beyond it."
"Well, I always shall think that you play quite as well as she does, or
that if there is any difference nobody would ever find it out. Mr. Cole
said how much taste you had; and Mr. Frank Churchill talked a great
deal about your taste, and that he valued taste much more than
"Ah! but Jane Fairfax has them both, Harriet."
"Are you sure? I saw she had execution, but I did not know
had any taste. Nobody talked about it. And I hate
singing.-- There is no understanding a word of it. Besides,
she does play so very well, you know, it is no more than she is obliged
to do, because she will have to teach. The Coxes were
last night whether she would get into any great family. How
you think the Coxes looked?"
"Just as they always do--very vulgar."
"They told me something," said Harriet rather hesitatingly;" but it is
nothing of any consequence."
Emma was obliged to ask what they had told her, though fearful of its
producing Mr. Elton.
"They told me---that Mr. Martin dined with them last Saturday."
"He came to their father upon some business, and he asked him to stay
"They talked a great deal about him, especially Anne Cox. I do not know
what she meant, but she asked me if I thought I should go and stay
there again next summer."
"She meant to be impertinently curious, just as such an Anne Cox should
"She said he was very agreeable the day he dined there. He
her at dinner. Miss Nash thinks either of the Coxes would be
glad to marry him."
"Very likely.--I think they are, without exception, the most vulgar
girls in Highbury."
Harriet had business at Ford's.--Emma thought it most prudent to go
with her. Another accidental meeting with the Martins was
possible, and in her present state, would be dangerous.
Harriet, tempted by every thing and swayed by half a word, was always
very long at a purchase; and while she was still hanging over muslins
and changing her mind, Emma went to the door for amusement.--Much could
not be hoped from the traffic of even the busiest part of Highbury;--
Mr. Perry walking hastily by, Mr. William Cox letting himself in at the
office-door, Mr. Cole's carriage-horses returning from exercise, or a
stray letter-boy on an obstinate mule, were the liveliest objects she
could presume to expect; and when her eyes fell only on the butcher
with his tray, a tidy old woman travelling homewards from shop with her
full basket, two curs quarrelling over a dirty bone, and a string of
dawdling children round the baker's little bow-window eyeing the
gingerbread, she knew she had no reason to complain, and was amused
enough; quite enough still to stand at the door. A mind lively and at
ease, can do with seeing nothing, and can see nothing that does not
She looked down the Randalls road. The scene enlarged; two
persons appeared; Mrs. Weston and her son-in-law; they were walking
into Highbury;--to Hartfield of course. They were stopping,
however, in the first place at Mrs. Bates's; whose house was a little
nearer Randalls than Ford's; and had all but knocked, when Emma caught
their eye.--Immediately they crossed the road and came forward to her;
and the agreeableness of yesterday's engagement seemed to give fresh
pleasure to the present meeting. Mrs. Weston informed her that she was
going to call on the Bateses, in order to hear the new instrument.
"For my companion tells me," said she, "that I absolutely promised Miss
Bates last night, that I would come this morning. I was not
of it myself. I did not know that I had fixed a day, but as
says I did, I am going now."
"And while Mrs. Weston pays her visit, I may be allowed, I hope," said
Frank Churchill, "to join your party and wait for her at Hartfield-- if
you are going home."
Mrs. Weston was disappointed.
"I thought you meant to go with me. They would be very much
"Me! I should be quite in the way. But, perhaps--I
equally in the way here. Miss Woodhouse looks as if she did
want me. My aunt always sends me off when she is shopping.
says I fidget her to death; and Miss Woodhouse looks as if she could
almost say the same. What am I to do?"
"I am here on no business of my own," said Emma; "I am only waiting for
my friend. She will probably have soon done, and then we
home. But you had better go with Mrs. Weston and hear the
"Well--if you advise it.--But (with a smile) if Colonel Campbell should
have employed a careless friend, and if it should prove to have an
indifferent tone--what shall I say? I shall be no support to
Weston. She might do very well by herself. A disagreeable
would be palatable through her lips, but I am the wretchedest being in
the world at a civil falsehood."
"I do not believe any such thing," replied Emma.--"I am persuaded that
you can be as insincere as your neighbours, when it is necessary; but
there is no reason to suppose the instrument is indifferent. Quite
otherwise indeed, if I understood Miss Fairfax's opinion last night."
"Do come with me," said Mrs. Weston, "if it be not very disagreeable to
you. It need not detain us long. We will go to
afterwards. We will follow them to Hartfield. I really wish
to call with me. It will be felt so great an attention! and I always
thought you meant it."
He could say no more; and with the hope of Hartfield to reward him,
returned with Mrs. Weston to Mrs. Bates's door. Emma watched
in, and then joined Harriet at the interesting counter,--trying, with
all the force of her own mind, to convince her that if she wanted plain
muslin it was of no use to look at figured; and that a blue ribbon,
it ever so beautiful, would still never match her yellow pattern. At
last it was all settled, even to the destination of the parcel.
"Should I send it to Mrs. Goddard's, ma'am?" asked Mrs. Ford.--
"Yes--no--yes, to Mrs. Goddard's. Only my pattern gown is at
Hartfield. No, you shall send it to Hartfield, if you please.
then, Mrs. Goddard will want to see it.--And I could take the pattern
gown home any day. But I shall want the ribbon directly-- so
had better go to Hartfield--at least the ribbon. You could
it into two parcels, Mrs. Ford, could not you?"
"It is not worth while, Harriet, to give Mrs. Ford the trouble of two
"No more it is."
"No trouble in the world, ma'am," said the obliging Mrs. Ford.
"Oh! but indeed I would much rather have it only in one. Then, if you
please, you shall send it all to Mrs. Goddard's-- I do not know--No, I
think, Miss Woodhouse, I may just as well have it sent to Hartfield,
and take it home with me at night. What do you advise?"
"That you do not give another half-second to the subject. To Hartfield,
if you please, Mrs. Ford."
"Aye, that will be much best," said Harriet, quite satisfied, "I should
not at all like to have it sent to Mrs. Goddard's."
Voices approached the shop--or rather one voice and two ladies: Mrs.
Weston and Miss Bates met them at the door.
"My dear Miss Woodhouse," said the latter, "I am just run across to
entreat the favour of you to come and sit down with us a little while,
and give us your opinion of our new instrument; you and Miss Smith. How
do you do, Miss Smith?--Very well I thank you.--And I begged Mrs.
Weston to come with me, that I might be sure of succeeding."
"I hope Mrs. Bates and Miss Fairfax are--"
"Very well, I am much obliged to you. My mother is
well; and Jane caught no cold last night. How is Mr.
Woodhouse?--I am so glad to hear such a good account. Mrs.
told me you were here.-- Oh! then, said I, I must run across, I am sure
Miss Woodhouse will
allow me just to run across and entreat her to come in; my mother will
be so very happy to see her--and now we are such a nice party, she
cannot refuse.--`Aye, pray do,' said Mr. Frank Churchill, `Miss
Woodhouse's opinion of the instrument will be worth having.'-- But,
said I, I shall be more sure of succeeding if one of you will go with
me.--`Oh,' said he, `wait half a minute, till I have finished my
job;'--For, would you believe it, Miss Woodhouse, there he is, in the
most obliging manner in the world, fastening in the rivet of my
mother's spectacles.-- The rivet came out, you know, this morning.-- So
very obliging!--For my mother had no use of her spectacles-- could not
put them on. And, by the bye, every body ought to have two
of spectacles; they should indeed. Jane said so. I meant to
them over to John Saunders the first thing I did, but something or
other hindered me all the morning; first one thing, then another, there
is no saying what, you know. At one time Patty came to say
thought the kitchen chimney wanted sweeping. Oh, said I,
not come with your bad news to me. Here is the rivet of your
mistress's spectacles out. Then the baked apples came home,
Wallis sent them by her boy; they are extremely civil and obliging to
us, the Wallises, always--I have heard some people say that Mrs. Wallis
can be uncivil and give a very rude answer, but we have never known any
thing but the greatest attention from them. And it cannot be
the value of our custom now, for what is our consumption of bread, you
know? Only three of us.-- besides dear Jane at present--and
really eats nothing--makes such a shocking breakfast, you would be
quite frightened if you saw it. I
dare not let my mother know how little she eats--so I say one thing and
then I say another, and it passes off. But about the middle
the day she gets hungry, and there is nothing she likes so well as
these baked apples, and they are extremely wholesome, for I took the
opportunity the other day of asking Mr. Perry; I happened to meet him
in the street. Not that I had any doubt before-- I have so
heard Mr. Woodhouse recommend a baked apple. I believe
it is the only way that Mr. Woodhouse thinks the fruit thoroughly
wholesome. We have apple-dumplings, however, very
Patty makes an excellent apple-dumpling. Well, Mrs. Weston, you have
prevailed, I hope, and these ladies will oblige us."
Emma would be "very happy to wait on Mrs. Bates, &c.," and they
at last move out of the shop, with no farther delay from Miss Bates
"How do you do, Mrs. Ford? I beg your pardon. I did
you before. I hear you have a charming collection of new
from town. Jane came back delighted yesterday.
Thank ye, the gloves do very well--only a little too large about the
Jane is taking them in."
"What was I talking of?" said she, beginning again when they were all
in the street.
Emma wondered on what, of all the medley, she would fix.
"I declare I cannot recollect what I was talking of.--Oh! my mother's
spectacles. So very obliging of Mr. Frank Churchill! `Oh!'
he, `I do think I can fasten the rivet; I like a job of this kind
excessively.'--Which you know shewed him to be so very. . . . Indeed I
must say that, much as I had heard of him before and much as I had
expected, he very far exceeds any thing. . . . I do congratulate you,
Mrs. Weston, most warmly. He seems
every thing the fondest parent could. . . . `Oh!' said he, `I can
fasten the rivet. I like a job of that sort excessively.' I
shall forget his manner. And when I brought out the baked
from the closet, and hoped our friends would be so very obliging as to
take some, `Oh!' said he directly, `there is nothing in the way of
fruit half so good, and these are the finest-looking home-baked apples
I ever saw in my life.' That, you know, was
very. . . . And I am sure, by his manner, it was no compliment. Indeed
they are very delightful apples, and Mrs. Wallis does them full
justice--only we do not have them baked more than twice, and Mr.
Woodhouse made us promise to have them done three times-- but Miss
Woodhouse will be so good as not to mention it. The apples
themselves are the very finest sort for baking, beyond a doubt; all
from Donwell--some of Mr. Knightley's most liberal supply. He sends us
a sack every year; and certainly there never was such a keeping apple
anywhere as one of his trees--I believe there is two of them.
My mother says the orchard was always famous
her younger days. But I was really quite shocked the other
for Mr. Knightley called one morning, and Jane was eating these apples,
and we talked about them and said how much she enjoyed them, and he
asked whether we were not got to the end of our stock. `I am sure you
must be,' said he, `and I will send you another supply; for I
have a great many more than I can ever use. William Larkins let me keep
a larger quantity than usual this year. I
will send you some more, before they get good for nothing.' So I begged
he would not--for really as to ours being gone, I could not absolutely
say that we had a great many left--it was but half a dozen indeed; but
they should be all kept for Jane; and I could not at all bear that he
should be sending us more, so liberal as he had been already; and Jane
said the same. And when he was gone, she almost quarrelled
with me--No, I should not say quarrelled, for we
never had a quarrel in our lives; but she was quite distressed that I
had owned the apples were so nearly gone; she wished I had made him
believe we had a great many left. Oh, said I, my dear, I did
as much as I could. However, the very same evening William
Larkins came over with a large basket of apples, the same sort of
apples, a bushel at least, and I was very much obliged, and went down
and spoke to William Larkins and said every thing, as you may
suppose. William Larkins is such an old acquaintance! I am
glad to see him. But, however, I found afterwards from Patty,
that William said it was all the apples of that sort his master had; he
had brought them all--and now his master had not one left to bake or
boil. William did not seem to mind it himself, he was so
to think his master had sold so many; for William, you know, thinks
more of his master's profit than any thing; but Mrs.
Hodges, he said, was quite displeased at their being all sent
away. She could not bear that her master should not be able
have another apple-tart this spring. He told Patty this, but
her not mind it, and be sure not to say any thing to us about it, for
Mrs. Hodges would be cross sometimes, and as long as so many sacks were
sold, it did not signify who ate the remainder. And so Patty told me,
and I was excessively shocked indeed! I would not have Mr. Knightley
know any thing about it for the world! He would be so very. .
I wanted to keep it from Jane's knowledge; but, unluckily, I had
mentioned it before I was aware."
Miss Bates had just done as Patty opened the door; and her visitors
walked upstairs without having any regular narration to attend to,
pursued only by the sounds of her desultory good-will.
"Pray take care, Mrs. Weston, there is a step at the turning. Pray take
care, Miss Woodhouse, ours is rather a dark staircase-- rather darker
and narrower than one could wish. Miss Smith, pray take
care. Miss Woodhouse, I am quite concerned, I am
you hit your foot. Miss Smith, the step at the turning."
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