“I have heard it asserted,” said John Knightley,“that the same sort of handwriting often prevails in a family; and where the same master teaches,it is natural enough. But for that reason,I should imagine the likeness must be chiefly confined to the females,for boys have very little teaching after an early age, and scramble into any hand they can get.Isabella and Emma, I think, do write very much alike. I have not always known their writing apart.”
“Yes,” said his brother hesitatingly, “there is a likeness.I know what you mean—but Emma’s hand is the strongest.”
“Isabella and Emma both write beautifully,” said Mr. Woodhouse; “and always did.And so does poor Mrs. Weston”—with half a sigh and half a smile at her.
“I never saw any gentleman’s handwriting”—Emma began, looking also at Mrs. Weston; but stopped,on perceiving that Mrs. Weston was attending to some one else—and the pause gave her time to reflect, “Now, how am I going to introduce him?—Am I unequal to speaking his name at once before all these people?Is it necessary for me to use any roundabout phrase?—Your Yorkshire friend—your correspondent in Yorkshire;—that would be the way, I suppose,if I were very bad.—No, I can pronounce his name without the smallest distress.I certainly get better and better.—Now for it.”
Mrs. Weston was disengaged and Emma began again—“Mr.Frank Churchill writes one of the best gentleman’s hands I ever saw.”
“I do not admire it,” said Mr. Knightley. “It is too small—wants strength. It is like a woman’s writing.”
This was not submitted to by either lady. They vindicated him against the base aspersion. “No,it by no means wanted strength—it was not a large hand, but very clear and certainly strong.Had not Mrs. Weston any letter about her to produce?” No, she had heard from him very lately, but having answered the letter, had put it away.
“If we were in the other room,” said Emma, “if I had my writing-desk,I am sure I could produce a specimen. I have a note of his.—Do not you remember, Mrs. Weston, employing him to write for you one day?”
“He chose to say he was employed”—
“Well, well, I have that note; and can shew it after dinner to convince Mr. Knightley.”
“Oh!when a gallant young man, like Mr. Frank Churchill,” said Mr. Knightley dryly,“writes to a fair lady like Miss Woodhouse, he will, of course, put forth his best.”
Dinner was on table.—Mrs. Elton, before she could be spoken to, was ready; and before Mr.Woodhouse had reached her with his request to be allowed to hand her into the dining-parlour, was saying—
“Must I go first?I really am ashamed of always leading the way.”
Jane’s solicitude about fetching her own letters had not escaped Emma.She had heard and seen it all; and felt some curiosity to know whether the wet walk of this morning had produced any.She suspected that it _had_; that it would not have been so resolutely encountered but in full expectation of hearing from some one very dear,and that it had not been in vain. She thought there was an air of greater happiness than usual—a glow both of complexion and spirits.
She could have made an inquiry or two, as to the expedition and the expense of the Irish mails;—it was at her tongue’s end—but she abstained.She was quite determined not to utter a word that should hurt Jane Fairfax’s feelings;and they followed the other ladies out of the room, arm in arm,with an appearance of good-will highly becoming to the beauty and grace of each.
CHAPTER XVII
When the ladies returned to the drawing-room after dinner,Emma found it hardly possible to prevent their making two distinct parties;—with so much perseverance in judging and behaving ill did Mrs.Elton engross Jane Fairfax and slight herself. She and Mrs.Weston were obliged to be almost always either talking together or silent together. Mrs.Elton left them no choice. If Jane repressed her for a little time, she soon began again;and though much that passed between them was in a half-whisper, especially on Mrs. Elton’s side,there was no avoiding a knowledge of their principal subjects:The post-office—catching cold—fetching letters—and friendship, were long under discussion;and to them succeeded one, which must be at least equally unpleasant to Jane—inquiries whether she had yet heard of any situation likely to suit her,and professions of Mrs. Elton’s meditated activity.
“Here is April come!” said she, “I get quite anxious about you. June will soon be here.”
“But I have never fixed on June or any other month—merely looked forward to the summer in general.”
“But have you really heard of nothing?”
“I have not even made any inquiry; I do not wish to make any yet.”
“Oh!my dear, we cannot begin too early; you are not aware of the difficulty of procuring exactly the desirable thing. ”
“I not aware!” said Jane, shaking her head; “dear Mrs. Elton, who can have thought of it as I have done?”
“But you have not seen so much of the world as I have.You do not know how many candidates there always are for the _first_ situations.I saw a vast deal of that in the neighbourhood round Maple Grove. A cousin of Mr. Suckling, Mrs.Bragge, had such an infinity of applications; every body was anxious to be in her family,for she moves in the first circle. Wax-candles in the schoolroom!You may imagine how desirable!Of all houses in the kingdom Mrs. Bragge’s is the one I would most wish to see you in.”
“Colonel and Mrs. Campbell are to be in town again by midsummer,” said Jane.“I must spend some time with them; I am sure they will want it;—afterwards I may probably be glad to dispose of myself.But I would not wish you to take the trouble of making any inquiries at present.”
“Trouble!aye, I know your scruples. You are afraid of giving me trouble; but I assure you, my dear Jane,the Campbells can hardly be more interested about you than I am. I shall write to Mrs.Partridge in a day or two, and shall give her a strict charge to be on the look-out for any thing eligible. ”
“Thank you, but I would rather you did not mention the subject to her; till the time draws nearer,I do not wish to be giving any body trouble.”
“But, my dear child, the time is drawing near; here is April, and June, or say even July,is very near, with such business to accomplish before us. Your inexperience really amuses me!A situation such as you deserve, and your friends would require for you, is no everyday occurrence,is not obtained at a moment’s notice; indeed, indeed, we must begin inquiring directly.”
“Excuse me, ma’am, but this is by no means my intention; I make no inquiry myself,and should be sorry to have any made by my friends. When I am quite determined as to the time,I am not at all afraid of being long unemployed. There are places in town, offices,where inquiry would soon produce something—Offices for the sale—not quite of human flesh—but of human intellect. ”
“Oh!my dear, human flesh!You quite shock me; if you mean a fling at the slave-trade, I assure you Mr.Suckling was always rather a friend to the abolition.”
“I did not mean, I was not thinking of the slave-trade,” replied Jane; “governess-trade,I assure you, was all that I had in view;widely different certainly as to the guilt of those who carry it on;but as to the greater misery of the victims, I do not know where it lies.But I only mean to say that there are advertising offices,and that by applying to them I should have no doubt of very soon meeting with something that would do. ”
“Something that would do!” repeated Mrs. Elton. “Aye, _that_ may suit your humble ideas of yourself;—I know what a modest creature you are; but it will not satisfy your friends to have you taking up with any thing that may offer,any inferior, commonplace situation, in a family not moving in a certain circle,or able to command the elegancies of life.”
“You are very obliging; but as to all that, I am very indifferent;it would be no object to me to be with the rich; my mortifications, I think,would only be the greater; I should suffer more from comparison.A gentleman’s family is all that I should condition for.”
“I know you, I know you; you would take up with any thing; but I shall be a little more nice,and I am sure the good Campbells will be quite on my side; with your superior talents,you have a right to move in the first circle.Your musical knowledge alone would entitle you to name your own terms,have as many rooms as you like, and mix in the family as much as you chose;—that is—I do not know—if you knew the harp, you might do all that, I am very sure;but you sing as well as play;—yes, I really believe you might, even without the harp,stipulate for what you chose;—and you must and shall be delightfully,honourably and comfortably settled before the Campbells or I have any rest.”
“You may well class the delight, the honour, and the comfort of such a situation together,” said Jane, “they are pretty sure to be equal; however,I am very serious in not wishing any thing to be attempted at present for me.I am exceedingly obliged to you, Mrs. Elton, I am obliged to any body who feels for me,but I am quite serious in wishing nothing to be done till the summer.For two or three months longer I shall remain where I am, and as I am.”
“And I am quite serious too, I assure you,” replied Mrs. Elton gaily,“in resolving to be always on the watch, and employing my friends to watch also,that nothing really unexceptionable may pass us.”
In this style she ran on; never thoroughly stopped by any thing till Mr.Woodhouse came into the room; her vanity had then a change of object,and Emma heard her saying in the same half-whisper to Jane,
“Here comes this dear old beau of mine, I protest!—Only think of his gallantry in coming away before the other men!—what a dear creature he is;—I assure you I like him excessively. I admire all that quaint,old-fashioned politeness; it is much more to my taste than modern ease;modern ease often disgusts me. But this good old Mr. Woodhouse,I wish you had heard his gallant speeches to me at dinner. Oh!I assure you I began to think my cara sposo would be absolutely jealous.I fancy I am rather a favourite; he took notice of my gown. How do you like it?—Selina’s choice—handsome, I think, but I do not know whether it is not over-trimmed;I have the greatest dislike to the idea of being over-trimmed—quite a horror of finery.I must put on a few ornaments now, because it is expected of me. A bride, you know,must appear like a bride, but my natural taste is all for simplicity;a simple style of dress is so infinitely preferable to finery. But I am quite in the minority,I believe; few people seem to value simplicity of dress,—show and finery are every thing.I have some notion of putting such a trimming as this to my white and silver poplin. Do you think it will look well?”
The whole party were but just reassembled in the drawing-room when Mr.Weston made his appearance among them. He had returned to a late dinner,and walked to Hartfield as soon as it was over. He had been too much expected by the best judges,for surprize—but there was great joy. Mr. Woodhouse was almost as glad to see him now,as he would have been sorry to see him before.John Knightley only was in mute astonishment.—That a man who might have spent his evening quietly at home after a day of business in London,should set off again, and walk half a mile to another man’s house,for the sake of being in mixed company till bed-time,of finishing his day in the efforts of civility and the noise of numbers,was a circumstance to strike him deeply.A man who had been in motion since eight o’clock in the morning, and might now have been still,who had been long talking, and might have been silent, who had been in more than one crowd, and might have been alone!—Such a man, to quit the tranquillity and independence of his own fireside,and on the evening of a cold sleety April day rush out again into the world!—Could he by a touch of his finger have instantly taken back his wife,there would have been a motive; but his coming would probably prolong rather than break up the party.John Knightley looked at him with amazement, then shrugged his shoulders, and said,“I could not have believed it even of _him_.”
Mr. Weston meanwhile, perfectly unsuspicious of the indignation he was exciting,happy and cheerful as usual, and with all the right of being principal talker,which a day spent anywhere from home confers, was making himself agreeable among the rest;and having satisfied the inquiries of his wife as to his dinner,convincing her that none of all her careful directions to the servants had been forgotten,and spread abroad what public news he had heard, was proceeding to a family communication, which,though principally addressed to Mrs. Weston,he had not the smallest doubt of being highly interesting to every body in the room.He gave her a letter, it was from Frank, and to herself; he had met with it in his way,and had taken the liberty of opening it.
“Read it, read it,” said he, “it will give you pleasure; only a few lines—will not take you long; read it to Emma.”
The two ladies looked over it together; and he sat smiling and talking to them the whole time,in a voice a little subdued, but very audible to every body.
“Well, he is coming, you see; good news, I think. Well, what do you say to it?—I always told you he would be here again soon, did not I?—Anne, my dear, did not I always tell you so, and you would not believe me?—In town next week, you see—at the latest, I dare say;for _she_ is as impatient as the black gentleman when any thing is to be done;most likely they will be there to-morrow or Saturday. As to her illness, all nothing of course.But it is an excellent thing to have Frank among us again, so near as town.They will stay a good while when they do come, and he will be half his time with us.This is precisely what I wanted. Well, pretty good news, is not it?Have you finished it?Has Emma read it all?Put it up, put it up; we will have a good talk about it some other time, but it will not do now.I shall only just mention the circumstance to the others in a common way.”
Mrs. Weston was most comfortably pleased on the occasion.Her looks and words had nothing to restrain them. She was happy, she knew she was happy,and knew she ought to be happy. Her congratulations were warm and open;but Emma could not speak so fluently. _She_ was a little occupied in weighing her own feelings,and trying to understand the degree of her agitation, which she rather thought was considerable.
Mr. Weston, however, too eager to be very observant, too communicative to want others to talk,was very well satisfied with what she did say,and soon moved away to make the rest of his friends happy by a partial communication of what the whole room must have overheard already.
It was well that he took every body’s joy for granted, or he might not have thought either Mr.Woodhouse or Mr. Knightley particularly delighted. They were the first entitled, after Mrs.Weston and Emma, to be made happy;—from them he would have proceeded to Miss Fairfax,but she was so deep in conversation with John Knightley,that it would have been too positive an interruption; and finding himself close to Mrs. Elton,and her attention disengaged, he necessarily began on the subject with her.
CHAPTER XVIII
“I hope I shall soon have the pleasure of introducing my son to you,” said Mr. Weston.
Mrs. Elton, very willing to suppose a particular compliment intended her by such a hope, smiled most graciously.
“You have heard of a certain Frank Churchill, I presume,” he continued—“and know him to be my son, though he does not bear my name.”
“Oh!yes, and I shall be very happy in his acquaintance. I am sure Mr.Elton will lose no time in calling on him;and we shall both have great pleasure in seeing him at the Vicarage.”
“You are very obliging.—Frank will be extremely happy, I am sure.— He is to be in town next week,if not sooner. We have notice of it in a letter to-day. I met the letters in my way this morning,and seeing my son’s hand, presumed to open it—though it was not directed to me—it was to Mrs.Weston. She is his principal correspondent, I assure you. I hardly ever get a letter.”
“And so you absolutely opened what was directed to her!Oh!Mr. Weston—(laughing affectedly) I must protest against that.—A most dangerous precedent indeed!—I beg you will not let your neighbours follow your example.—Upon my word,if this is what I am to expect, we married women must begin to exert ourselves!—Oh!Mr. Weston, I could not have believed it of you!”
“Aye, we men are sad fellows. You must take care of yourself, Mrs.Elton.—This letter tells us—it is a short letter—written in a hurry,merely to give us notice—it tells us that they are all coming up to town directly, on Mrs.Churchill’s account—she has not been well the whole winter,and thinks Enscombe too cold for her—so they are all to move southward without loss of time.”
“Indeed!—from Yorkshire, I think. Enscombe is in Yorkshire?”
“Yes, they are about one hundred and ninety miles from London, a considerable journey.”
“Yes, upon my word, very considerable. Sixty-five miles farther than from Maple Grove to London.But what is distance, Mr. Weston, to people of large fortune?—You would be amazed to hear how my brother, Mr. Suckling, sometimes flies about.You will hardly believe me—but twice in one week he and Mr.Bragge went to London and back again with four horses.”
“The evil of the distance from Enscombe,” said Mr. Weston, “is, that Mrs. Churchill,_as_ _we_ _understand_, has not been able to leave the sofa for a week together.In Frank’s last letter she complained, he said,of being too weak to get into her conservatory without having both his arm and his uncle’s!This, you know, speaks a great degree of weakness—but now she is so impatient to be in town,that she means to sleep only two nights on the road.—So Frank writes word. Certainly,delicate ladies have very extraordinary constitutions, Mrs. Elton. You must grant me that.”
“No, indeed, I shall grant you nothing. I always take the part of my own sex. I do indeed.I give you notice—You will find me a formidable antagonist on that point.I always stand up for women—and I assure you,if you knew how Selina feels with respect to sleeping at an inn, you would not wonder at Mrs.Churchill’s making incredible exertions to avoid it.Selina says it is quite horror to her—and I believe I have caught a little of her nicety.She always travels with her own sheets; an excellent precaution. Does Mrs. Churchill do the same?”
“Depend upon it, Mrs. Churchill does every thing that any other fine lady ever did. Mrs.Churchill will not be second to any lady in the land for”—
Mrs. Elton eagerly interposed with,
“Oh!Mr. Weston, do not mistake me. Selina is no fine lady, I assure you. Do not run away with such an idea.”
“Is not she?Then she is no rule for Mrs. Churchill, who is as thorough a fine lady as any body ever beheld.”
Mrs. Elton began to think she had been wrong in disclaiming so warmly.It was by no means her object to have it believed that her sister was _not_ a fine lady;perhaps there was want of spirit in the pretence of it;—and she was considering in what way she had best retract, when Mr. Weston went on.
“Mrs. Churchill is not much in my good graces,as you may suspect—but this is quite between ourselves. She is very fond of Frank,and therefore I would not speak ill of her. Besides, she is out of health now; but _that_ indeed,by her own account, she has always been. I would not say so to every body, Mrs. Elton,but I have not much faith in Mrs. Churchill’s illness.”
“If she is really ill, why not go to Bath, Mr. Weston?—To Bath, or to Clifton?”
“She has taken it into her head that Enscombe is too cold for her. The fact is, I suppose,that she is tired of Enscombe. She has now been a longer time stationary there,than she ever was before, and she begins to want change. It is a retired place. A fine place, but very retired.”
“Aye—like Maple Grove, I dare say. Nothing can stand more retired from the road than Maple Grove.Such an immense plantation all round it!You seem shut out from every thing—in the most complete retirement.—And Mrs.Churchill probably has not health or spirits like Selina to enjoy that sort of seclusion. Or,perhaps she may not have resources enough in herself to be qualified for a country life.I always say a woman cannot have too many resources—and I feel very thankful that I have so many myself as to be quite independent of society. ”
“Frank was here in February for a fortnight.”
“So I remember to have heard. He will find an _addition_ to the society of Highbury when he comes again;that is, if I may presume to call myself an addition.But perhaps he may never have heard of there being such a creature in the world.”
This was too loud a call for a compliment to be passed by, and Mr. Weston, with a very good grace, immediately exclaimed,
“My dear madam!Nobody but yourself could imagine such a thing possible. Not heard of you!—I believe Mrs. Weston’s letters lately have been full of very little else than Mrs. Elton.”
He had done his duty and could return to his son.
“When Frank left us,” continued he, “it was quite uncertain when we might see him again,which makes this day’s news doubly welcome. It has been completely unexpected. That is,_I_ always had a strong persuasion he would be here again soon,I was sure something favourable would turn up—but nobody believed me. He and Mrs.Weston were both dreadfully desponding. ‘How could he contrive to come?And how could it be supposed that his uncle and aunt would spare him again?’ and so forth—I always felt that something would happen in our favour; and so it has, you see.I have observed, Mrs. Elton, in the course of my life,that if things are going untowardly one month, they are sure to mend the next.”
“Very true, Mr. Weston, perfectly true. It is just what I used to say to a certain gentleman in company in the days of courtship,when, because things did not go quite right,did not proceed with all the rapidity which suited his feelings, he was apt to be in despair,and exclaim that he was sure at this rate it would be _May_ before Hymen’s saffron robe would be put on for us. Oh!the pains I have been at to dispel those gloomy ideas and give him cheerfuller views!The carriage—we had disappointments about the carriage;—one morning, I remember, he came to me quite in despair.”
She was stopped by a slight fit of coughing, and Mr.Weston instantly seized the opportunity of going on.
“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.”