“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.”