Emma by Jane Austen

Under a bright mid-day sun, at almost Midsummer, Mr. Woodhouse was safely conveyed in his carriage, with one window down, to partake of this al-fresco party; and in one of the most comfortable rooms in the Abbey, especially prepared for him by a fire all the morning, he was happily placed, quite at his ease, ready to talk with pleasure of what had been achieved, and advise every body to come and sit down, and not to heat themselves.– Mrs. Weston, who seemed to have walked there on purpose to be tired, and sit all the time with him, remained, when all the others were invited or persuaded out, his patient listener and sympathiser.

It was so long since Emma had been at the Abbey, that as soon as she was satisfied of her father’s comfort, she was glad to leave him, and look around her; eager to refresh and correct her memory with more particular observation, more exact understanding of a house and grounds which must ever be so interesting to her and all her family.

She felt all the honest pride and complacency which her alliance with the present and future proprietor could fairly warrant, as she viewed the respectable size and style of the building, its suitable, becoming, characteristic situation, low and sheltered– its ample gardens stretching down to meadows washed by a stream, of which the Abbey, with all the old neglect of prospect, had scarcely a sight–and its abundance of timber in rows and avenues, which neither fashion nor extravagance had rooted up.–The house was larger than Hartfield, and totally unlike it, covering a good deal of ground, rambling and irregular, with many comfortable, and one or two handsome rooms.–It was just what it ought to be, and it looked what it was–and Emma felt an increasing respect for it, as the residence of a family of such true gentility, untainted in blood and understanding.–Some faults of temper John Knightley had; but Isabella had connected herself unexceptionably. She had given them neither men, nor names, nor places, that could raise a blush. These were pleasant feelings, and she walked about and indulged them till it was necessary to do as the others did, and collect round the strawberry-beds.–The whole party were assembled, excepting Frank Churchill, who was expected every moment from Richmond; and Mrs. Elton, in all her apparatus of happiness, her large bonnet and her basket, was very ready to lead the way in gathering, accepting, or talking–strawberries, and only strawberries, could now be thought or spoken of.–“The best fruit in England– every body’s favourite–always wholesome.–These the finest beds and finest sorts.–Delightful to gather for one’s self–the only way of really enjoying them.–Morning decidedly the best time–never tired– every sort good–hautboy infinitely superior–no comparison– the others hardly eatable–hautboys very scarce–Chili preferred– white wood finest flavour of all–price of strawberries in London– abundance about Bristol–Maple Grove–cultivation–beds when to be renewed–gardeners thinking exactly different–no general rule– gardeners never to be put out of their way–delicious fruit– only too rich to be eaten much of–inferior to cherries– currants more refreshing–only objection to gathering strawberries the stooping–glaring sun–tired to death–could bear it no longer– must go and sit in the shade.”

Such, for half an hour, was the conversation–interrupted only once by Mrs. Weston, who came out, in her solicitude after her son-in-law, to inquire if he were come–and she was a little uneasy.– She had some fears of his horse.

Seats tolerably in the shade were found; and now Emma was obliged to overhear what Mrs. Elton and Jane Fairfax were talking of.– A situation, a most desirable situation, was in question. Mrs. Elton had received notice of it that morning, and was in raptures. It was not with Mrs. Suckling, it was not with Mrs. Bragge, but in felicity and splendour it fell short only of them: it was with a cousin of Mrs. Bragge, an acquaintance of Mrs. Suckling, a lady known at Maple Grove. Delightful, charming, superior, first circles, spheres, lines, ranks, every thing–and Mrs. Elton was wild to have the offer closed with immediately.–On her side, all was warmth, energy, and triumph–and she positively refused to take her friend’s negative, though Miss Fairfax continued to assure her that she would not at present engage in any thing, repeating the same motives which she had been heard to urge before.– Still Mrs. Elton insisted on being authorised to write an acquiescence by the morrow’s post.–How Jane could bear it at all, was astonishing to Emma.–She did look vexed, she did speak pointedly–and at last, with a decision of action unusual to her, proposed a removal.– “Should not they walk? Would not Mr. Knightley shew them the gardens– all the gardens?–She wished to see the whole extent.”–The pertinacity of her friend seemed more than she could bear.

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