Emma. Джейн Остин

away; but Emma could receive him with the usual smile, and her quick eye soon discerned in his the consciousness of having made a push – of having thrown a die; and she imagined he was come to see how it might turn up. His ostensible reason, however, was to ask whether Mr Woodhouse’s party could be made up in the evening without him, or whether he should be in the smallest degree necessary at Hartfield. If he were, every thing else must give way; but otherwise his friend Cole had been saying so much about his dining with him – had made such a point of it, that he had promised him conditionally to come.

      Emma thanked him, but could not allow of his disappointing his friend on their account; her father was sure of his rubber. He re-urged – she re-declined; and he seemed then about to make his bow, when taking the paper from the table, she returned it –

      ‘Oh! here is the charade you were so obliging as to leave with us; thank you for the sight of it. We admired it so much, that I have ventured to write it into Miss Smith’s collection. Your friend will not take it amiss I hope. Of course I have not transcribed beyond the first eight lines.’

      Mr Elton certainly did not very well know what to say. He looked rather doubtingly – rather confused; said something about ‘honour,’ – glanced at Emma and at Harriet, and then seeing the book open on the table, took it up, and examined it very attentively. With the view of passing off an awkward moment, Emma smilingly said,

      ‘You must make my apologies to your friend; but so good a charade must not be confined to one or two. He may be sure of every woman’s approbation while he writes with such gallantry.’

      ‘I have no hesitation in saying,’ replied Mr Elton, though hesitating a good deal while he spoke; ‘I have no hesitation in saying – at least if my friend feels at all as I do – I have not the smallest doubt that, could he see his little effusion honoured as I see it, (looking at the book again, and replacing it on the table,) he would consider it as the proudest moment of his life.’

      After this speech he was gone as soon as possible. Emma could not think it too soon; for with all his good and agreeable qualities, there was a sort of parade in his speeches which was very apt to incline her to laugh. She ran away to indulge the inclination, leaving the tender and the sublime of pleasure to Harriet’s share.

       CHAPTER 10

      Though now the middle of December, there had yet been no weather to prevent the young ladies from tolerably regular exercise; and on the morrow, Emma had a charitable visit to pay to a poor sick family, who lived a little way out of Highbury.

      Their road to this detached cottage was down Vicarage Lane, a lane leading at right angles from the broad, though irregular, main street of the place; and, as may be inferred, containing the blessed abode of Mr Elton. A few inferior dwellings were first to be passed, and then, about a quarter of a mile down the lane rose the Vicarage; an old and not very good house, almost as close to the road as it could be. It had no advantage of situation; but had been very much smartened up by the present proprietor; and, such as it was, there could be no possibility of the two friends passing it without a slackened pace and observing eyes. – Emma’s remark was –

      ‘There it is. There go you and your riddle-book one of these days.’ – Harriet’s was –

      ‘Oh, what a sweet house! – How very beautiful! – There are the yellow curtains that Miss Nash admires so much.’

      ‘I do not often walk this way now,’ said Emma, as they proceeded, ‘but then there will be an inducement, and I shall gradually get intimately acquainted with all the hedges, gates, pools and pollards of this part of Highbury.’

      Harriet, she found, had never in her life been within side the Vicarage, and her curiosity to see it was so extreme, that, considering exteriors and probabilities, Emma could only class it, as a proof of love, with Mr Elton’s seeing ready wit in her.

      ‘I wish we could contrive it,’ said she; ‘but I cannot think of any tolerable pretence for going in; – no servant that I want to inquire about of his housekeeper – no message from my father.’

      She pondered, but could think of nothing. After a mutual silence of some minutes, Harriet thus began again –

      ‘I do so wonder, Miss Woodhouse, that you should not be married, or going to be married! so charming as you are!’ –

      Emma laughed, and replied,

      ‘My being charming, Harriet, is not quite enough to induce me to marry; I must find other people charming – one other person at least. And I am not only not going to be married, at present, but have very little intention of ever marrying at all.’

      ‘Ah! – so you say; but I cannot believe it.’

      ‘I must see somebody very superior to any one I have seen yet, to be tempted; Mr Elton, you know, (recollecting herself,) is out of the question: and I do not wish to see any such person. I would rather not be tempted. I cannot really change for the better. If I were to marry, I must expect to repent it.’

      ‘Dear me! – it is so odd to hear a woman talk so!’ –

      ‘I have none of the usual inducements of women to marry. Were I to fall in love, indeed, it would be a different thing! but I never have been in love; it is not my way, or my nature; and I do not think I ever shall. And, without love, I am sure I should be a fool to change such a situation as mine. Fortune I do not want; employment I do not want; consequence I do not want: I believe few married women are half as much mistress of their husband’s house as I am of Hartfield; and never, never could I expect to be so truly beloved and important; so always first and always right in any man’s eyes as I am in my father’s.’

      ‘But then, to be an old maid at last, like Miss Bates!’

      ‘That is as formidable an image as you could present, Harriet; and if I thought I should ever be like Miss Bates! so silly – so satisfied – so smiling – so prosing – so undistinguishing and unfastidious – and so apt to tell every thing relative to every body about me, I would marry tomorrow. But between us, I am convinced there never can be any likeness, except in being unmarried.’

      ‘But still, you will be an old maid! and that’s so dreadful!’

      ‘Never mind, Harriet, I shall not be a poor old maid; and it is poverty only which makes celibacy contemptible to a generous public! A single woman, with a very narrow income, must be a ridiculous, disagreeable old maid! the proper sport of boys and girls; but a single woman, of good fortune, is always respectable, and may be as sensible and pleasant as any body else. And the distinction is not quite so much against the candour and common sense of the world as appears at first; for a very narrow income has a tendency to contract the mind, and sour the temper. Those who can barely live, and who live perforce in a very small, and generally very inferior, society, may well be illiberal and cross. This does not apply, however, to Miss Bates; she is only too good-natured and too silly to suit me; but, in general, she is very much to the taste of every body, though single and though poor. Poverty certainly has not contracted her mind: I really believe, if she had only a shilling in the world, she would be very likely to give away sixpence of it; and nobody is afraid of her: that is a great charm.’

      ‘Dear me! but what shall you do? how shall you employ yourself when you grow old?’

      ‘If I know myself, Harriet, mine is an active, busy mind, with a great many independent resources; and I do not perceive why I should be more in want of employment at forty or fifty than one-and-twenty. Woman’s usual occupations of hand and mind will be as open to me then as they are now; or with no important variation. If I draw less, I shall read more; if I give up music, I shall take to carpet-work. And as for objects of interest, objects for the affections, which is in truth the great point of inferiority, the want of which is really the great evil to be avoided in not marrying, I shall be very well off, with all the children of a sister I love so much, to care about. There will be enough of them, in all probability, to