“You were mentioning May.May is the very month which Mrs. Churchill is ordered,or has ordered herself,to spend in some warmer place than Enscombe—in short,to spend in London;so that we have the agreeable prospect of frequent visits from Frank the whole spring—precisely the season of the year which one should have chosen for it: days almost at the longest; weather genial and pleasant, always inviting one out, and never too hot for exercise. When he was here before, we made the best of it; but there was a good deal of wet, damp, cheerless weather; there always is in February, you know, and we could not do half that we intended. Now will be the time. This will be complete enjoyment; and I do not know, Mrs. Elton, whether the uncertainty of our meetings, the sort of constant expectation there will be of his coming in to-day or to-morrow, and at any hour, may not be more friendly to happiness than having him actually in the house. I think it is so. I think it is the state of mind which gives most spirit and delight. I hope you will be pleased with my son; but you must not expect a prodigy. He is generally thought a fine young man, but do not expect a prodigy. Mrs. Weston’s partiality for him is very great, and, as you may suppose, most gratifying to me. She thinks nobody equal to him.”
“And I assure you, Mr. Weston,I have very little doubt that my opinion will be decidedly in his favour.I have heard so much in praise of Mr.Frank Churchill.—At the same time it is fair to observe,that I am one of those who always judge for themselves,and are by no means implicitly guided by others.I give you notice that as I find your son,so I shall judge of him.—I am no flatterer.”
Mr. Weston was musing.
“I hope,” said he presently,“I have not been severe upon poor Mrs. Churchill.If she is ill I should be sorry to do her injustice;but there are some traits in her character which make it difficult for me to speak of her with the forbearance I could wish. You cannot be ignorant, Mrs. Elton, of my connexion with the family, nor of the treatment I have met with; and, between ourselves, the whole blame of it is to be laid to her. She was the instigator. Frank’s mother would never have been slighted as she was but for her. Mr. Churchill has pride; but his pride is nothing to his wife’s: his is a quiet, indolent, gentlemanlike sort of pride that would harm nobody, and only make himself a little helpless and tiresome; but her pride is arrogance and insolence!And what inclines one less to bear,she has no fair pretence of family or blood.She was nobody when he married her,barely the daughter of a gentleman;but ever since her being turned into a Churchill she has out-Churchill’d them all in high and mighty claims: but in herself, I assure you, she is an upstart.”
“Only think!well, that must be infinitely provoking!I have quite a horror of upstarts.Maple Grove has given me a thorough disgust to people of that sort;for there is a family in that neighbourhood who are such an annoyance to my brother and sister from the airs they give themselves!Your description of Mrs.Churchill made me think of them directly.People of the name of Tupman,very lately settled there,and encumbered with many low connexions,but giving themselves immense airs,and expecting to be on a footing with the old established families.A year and a half is the very utmost that they can have lived at West Hall;and how they got their fortune nobody knows.They came from Birmingham,which is not a place to promise much, you know, Mr.Weston. One has not great hopes from Birmingham.I always say there is something direful in the sound:but nothing more is positively known of the Tupmans,though a good many things I assure you are suspected;and yet by their manners they evidently think themselves equal even to my brother, Mr. Suckling, who happens to be one of their nearest neighbours. It is infinitely too bad. Mr. Suckling, who has been eleven years a resident at Maple Grove, and whose father had it before him—I believe, at least—I am almost sure that old Mr. Suckling had completed the purchase before his death.”
They were interrupted. Tea was carrying round, and Mr.Weston, having said all that he wanted,soon took the opportunity of walking away.
After tea, Mr. and Mrs. Weston, and Mr.Elton sat down with Mr. Woodhouse to cards.The remaining five were left to their own powers,and Emma doubted their getting on very well; for Mr.Knightley seemed little disposed for conversation; Mrs.Elton was wanting notice,which nobody had inclination to pay,and she was herself in a worry of spirits which would have made her prefer being silent.
Mr. John Knightley proved more talkative than his brother.He was to leave them early the next day;and he soon began with—
“Well, Emma, I do not believe I have any thing more to say about the boys;but you have your sister’s letter,and every thing is down at full length there we may be sure.My charge would be much more concise than her’s,and probably not much in the same spirit;all that I have to recommend being comprised in,do not spoil them, and do not physic them.”
“I rather hope to satisfy you both,” said Emma,“for I shall do all in my power to make them happy,which will be enough for Isabella;and happiness must preclude false indulgence and physic. ”
“And if you find them troublesome,you must send them home again.”
“That is very likely. You think so, do not you?”
“I hope I am aware that they may be too noisy for your father—or even may be some encumbrance to you, if your visiting engagements continue to increase as much as they have done lately.”
“Increase!”
“Certainly; you must be sensible that the last half-year has made a great difference in your way of life.”
“Difference!No indeed I am not.”
“There can be no doubt of your being much more engaged with company than you used to be. Witness this very time. Here am I come down for only one day, and you are engaged with a dinner-party!—When did it happen before, or any thing like it?Your neighbourhood is increasing,and you mix more with it. A little while ago,every letter to Isabella brought an account of fresh gaieties;dinners at Mr. Cole’s, or balls at the Crown.The difference which Randalls,Randalls alone makes in your goings-on, is very great.”
“Yes,” said his brother quickly,“it is Randalls that does it all.”
“Very well—and as Randalls, I suppose,is not likely to have less influence than heretofore,it strikes me as a possible thing, Emma,that Henry and John may be sometimes in the way.And if they are, I only beg you to send them home.”
“No,” cried Mr. Knightley,“that need not be the consequence.Let them be sent to Donwell.I shall certainly be at leisure.”