Chapter 22 third chapter

third chapter -------- Emma could not forgive her.But as Mr. Knightley saw neither agitation nor hatred in their company, but only proper attention and cheerful manners in either, he next day In the morning, when I went again to discuss business with Mr. Woodhouse at Hartfield House, Emma understood perfectly well what he meant, though her compliments were not so frank as they had been in her father's absence.Hitherto he had thought Emma's opinion of Jane sometimes fair, and now he was greatly pleased to see her manner so much improved. He had a business talk with Mr. Woodhouse, who said he understood, and as soon as the papers were packed, she said: "It was a very pleasant evening, very pleasant. You and Fairfax Miss Kex played very nice music. It was a real treat to sit here comfortably and entertain two such fine young ladies all evening, playing music and talking now and then. Emma, ​​I can assure you Well, Miss Fairfax must have thought it was a very pleasant evening. It all came out on top. I'm glad you got her to play so much, she must have had a great time here, as there is no piano at her grandmother's."

"I am glad to have your approval," smiled Emma. "But I hope I don't often owe a debt of favor to visitors to Hartfield House." "No, my dear," said her father at once, "I'm sure you won't. No one is half as thoughtful and polite as you are. If there was ever a problem, you were too thoughtful. Last night The little muffins--if you just invite everyone to eat in turn, I think it will be enough." "No," said Mr. Knightley, almost at the same time, "you don't often owe favors, not in politeness, or understanding. So I think you can understand me, too."

Emma made a strange expression: "I understand you very well," and then she just said, "Miss Fairfax is a bit reserved." "I've always told you that she has a little of it. But you'll soon get over her reserve, which is nothing but shyness. Prudence deserves courtesy." "You think she's shy. But I don't see it." "Dear Emma," he said, moving to a chair nearer to her, "I hope you won't tell me you've had a bad evening." "Ah! No. I'm pleased with the tenacity with which I asked my own questions, and amazed that the answers I got were so cheesy."

"I'm disappointed," he simply replied. "Hope you all have a pleasant evening," said Mr. Woodhouse, with his customary calm. "I had a good time. For a while I felt that the fire was too hot, and I moved back a little, only a little, and felt no discomfort at all. Miss Bates was very talkative, and her manner Amiable, she's always like that, only a little too fast. She's very pleasant, though, and so is Mrs. Bates, in a different style, of course. I like old friends. Miss Jane Fairfax is very pretty A very pretty, well-behaved young woman indeed. Mr. Knightley, she must have found it a pleasant evening, for she had Emma's company."

"Exactly, sir. And Emma must be delighted, too, for she is with Miss Fairfax." Emma perceived his anxiety, and wishing to assuage him, at least for the present, said with an earnestness which no one could doubt: "She was a pretty girl whom no one would look away from. I always stared at her with admiration. I sympathized with her from the bottom of my heart." Mr. Knightley looked extremely satisfied, and before he could answer, Mr. Woodhouse turned the conversation to the Bates family, saying: "It's such a pity that their family's finances are so tight! What a pity! I often have this hope—but we dare not go too far rashly—to give them some small gifts, send some Rare stuff - we just killed a piglet and Emma thought about giving them a piece of pork belly or a leg. The pigs are very small, but delicious. The pigs in Hatfield are not like pigs in other places, but they are pigs nonetheless .My dear Emma, ​​I think we'd better send a leg, if any other part, unless they'll be well-fried into chops, as we do at home, leaving no lard at all; definitely not roasted. Who I can't stand a roast pork. Do you agree with me, my dear?"

"Dear Papa, I've sent the whole back half. I know that's what you want. You know, the legs are delicious, and the pork belly they can cook as they like." "Yes, dear, absolutely right. I hadn't thought of it before, but it was the best way. They don't make the legs too salty. If they are not too fat, and they are softly stewed, like Seiler It’s so soft for us, when you eat it, you can eat it with radish, red radish or parsnips, as long as you don’t eat too much, I don’t think there is anything harmful to your health.” (Pasnip root: a poor crop in Europe, the tubers are edible.--Annotation.)

"Emma," said Mr. Knightley quickly, "I have some news for you. It's something you like to hear. I heard it on the way here, and I think it will interest you." "News! Ah! Of course, I've always liked news! What news is it? Why do you laugh so strangely? Where did you hear it? From Landaus House?" With difficulty he got a chance to speak, and said: "No, I haven't been to Landaus House, I haven't even been near Landaus House," said the door, and Miss Bates and Miss Fairfax entered the room.Miss Bates thanked her profusely, and said she had some news to report, and she didn't know which one to tell.Mr. Knightley soon found his chance lost, and he could not insert a word.

"Ah! How are you this morning, my dear sir? My dear Miss Woodhouse, I can't thank you enough. Such a beautiful back half of pork! How generous you are! You heard the news Is it? Mr. Elton is getting married." Emma hadn't even had the time to think about Mr. Elton before, and she trembled a little when she heard this, and her cheeks flushed a little. "That's just the news I'm about to tell—I think you'll be interested," said Mr. Knightley, with a slight smile, suggesting a certain understanding between the two. "Where did you hear that?" cried Bates. "How did you hear that, Mr. Knightley? I haven't had Mrs. Cole's note for five minutes--yes, it can't have been more than five minutes--or ten minutes--because I was Hat on, parka on, ready to go out--I just went downstairs and asked Patty about the pork--Jane was standing in the hallway--wasn't there. Jane? My mother was afraid we weren't old enough Meat basin. So I said go down and look. Jane said: May I go for you? You have a cold, and Patty is cleaning the kitchen. Ah! I said: My dear...is here A note came in when I heard it. It said it was a Miss Hawkins. That's all I know. It was a Miss Hawkins of Bath. But, Mr. Knightley, how did you know that? Mrs. Cole told Mrs. Cole by a Mr. Hawkins, and she sat down right away to write me a note, a Miss Hawkins..."

"I had some business with Mr. Cole an hour and a half ago, and he had just read a letter from Mr. Elton, and handed it to me for my reading." "Dear! That's really--I guess the author's news would have been more interesting without that. My dear sir, you are so generous that my mother asked me to take her to give you my best regards and Greetings. A thousand thanks to you, saying that we really don't know how to thank you." Mr. Woodhouse replied: "We think. Our Hartfield pork is actually much better than other pork, so Emma and I's great pleasure is..." "Ah! my dear Sir, my mother said, our friends have been so kind to us, and if there were any people who were not rich and got everything they wanted, I think it must be us. We can say proudly: Our luck runs through From a good family. Then again, Mr. Knightley, if you have seen the letter yourself, then . . . "

"It's a short letter, just a public announcement--jolly and excited, of course." He cast a strange look at Emma. "He's very lucky--I forget what he said--who remembers those words. As you say, he's going to marry a Miss Hawkins, and from his new letter From the wording, I think it's booked." "Mr. Elton is marrying!" began Emma, ​​as soon as she had an opportunity of speaking. "Everyone will bless him." "He's too young to set his life now," remarked Mr. Woodhouse. "He'd better not be in such a hurry, and I think he seems to be as well off financially as ever. We've always welcomed him to Hartfield House."

"Miss Woodhouse, we are going to have a new neighbor!" Miss Bates said happily. "My mother was overjoyed. She said she couldn't stand the poor old country vicarage without a mistress. That's great news, Jane, you've never seen Mr. Elton! No wonder you want to see so badly." he." Jane's curiosity did not appear to be strong, and her personality was not of the particularly high-spirited type. "Yes! I've never seen Mr. Elton," she answered, and then asked: "Is he... is he tall?" "Who's going to answer that question?" cried Emma. "My father would say 'yes,' Mr. Knightley might say 'not tall,' and Miss Bates and I would answer that he was of moderate height. Stay here some time, Miss Fairfax, you It will be understood that Mr Elton is the standard of Highbury perfection both in character and mind." (I’m really sorry, fellow writers, there’s a paragraph here that I didn’t type. This paragraph is written by a nonsense piece of nonsense from Miss Bates. The logic is confusing, and I’m dizzy. The main meaning is that El How good is Mr. Ton, how good is Mr. Perry, how good is the Campbell family, and finally mention pork, and how good is the neighborhood relationship with the Woodhouse family. I’m afraid that everyone will faint, so I didn’t call, Please forgive me.) "As to who Miss Hawkins is, what she looks like, and how long they have known each other," said Emma, ​​"I don't think I can know at all. It seems that their relationship was not very long. He was only gone for four weeks." There was no further news from anyone. After a moment of hesitation, Emma said: "Miss Fairfax, you have been silent, but I hope you are interested in this news. You have heard and seen so much of this kind of subject lately, and there must have been something deeply involved in Miss Campbell's marriage." Experience. We cannot forgive you for your indifference to the affairs of Mr. Elton and Miss Hawkins." "When I see Mr. Elton," replied Jane, "I dare say. I shall be interested. But I believe I lack personal experience. Besides, Miss Campbell has been married for several months, and the impression has It's kind of faded." "Yes, Miss Woodhouse, as you say he has been gone only four weeks," said Miss Bates, "four weeks ago yesterday--to know such a Miss Hawkins--but we Always thought he was going to be in love with a local lady, which I wasn't--Mrs. Cole whispered to me again--but I answered right away: 'No, Mr. Young man, but...' In short, I'm not particularly keen on spotting this kind of problem. I don't pretend. I can only see what's in front of me. Meanwhile. If Mr. Elton has the ambition , no one will be surprised. Miss Woodhouse was kind enough to allow me to go on. She knew I would offend no one. How is Miss Smith now? She seems to be fully recovered now. You have recently had John Any news from Mrs. Knightley? Ah! Those lovely little dolls. Do you know, Jane? I always imagined Mr. Dixon to be Mr. John Knightley. I mean compare their looks— Tall, that face—not very talkative." "Wrong, my aunt dear. They don't look alike at all." "How strange! No one can form a reasonable opinion in advance. People form an idea and use it as a stereotype. You said that Mr. Dixon is not beautiful, strictly speaking." "Beautiful! Ah! Not at all--very ordinary, of course. I told you he was average." "My dear, you said that Miss Campbell forbade everyone to say that he was average, and that you yourself--" "As for me. My judgment is of little importance. If you ask for my opinion, I always think that anyone is worth looking at. I believe that everyone thinks he is ordinary-looking." "Ah, my dear Jane, I think we must go as soon as possible. The weather looks bad, and grandmother will be disturbed. My dear Miss Woodhouse, you are very kind, but we really must go Yes. This is the most pleasant news. I am going to Mrs. Kerr's, but I shall not stay there more than three minutes. You had better go straight home, Jane, I cannot keep you out. Rain. We think she's much better off at Highbury. Thank you, we really do. I'm not going to Mrs. Goddard's, I don't see her caring for anything but pork stew , when we eat pork, that's another matter. Good morning, my dear sir. Ah! Mr. Knightley is going too, and that will be very good! I believe, if Jane feels tired, You'll let her take your arm. Good morning, Mr. Elton and Miss Hawkins." Emma was left home alone with her father, on whom half her attention was devoted.He lamented that young people were so anxious to get married—and strangers at that—that the other half of her mind was thinking about it herself.To her it was not only funny but welcome news.He proved that Mr. Elton would not suffer long.But she felt sorry for Harriet.Harriet must have felt bad.All she wished now was for herself to tell her the news, lest she suddenly hear it from someone else.The moment came just in time for her possible visit.If she saw Miss Bates on the way!In view of the imminent rain, Emma hoped that the weather would stop her at Mrs. Goddard's, where the news would doubtless fly upon her when she was unaware. The shower came quickly, but briefly, and Harriet entered the door less than five minutes later, with the anxious and agitated expression on her face that can only be expected if someone hastily came with a heart full of thoughts.Seeing Emma, ​​she immediately opened her mouth and shouted: "Ah! Miss Woodhouse, you know what happened!" The panic in her heart was fully evident in her voice.Now that she had been struck down, Emma thought that there was nothing better to do her good at this moment than to listen.Harriet confided unreservedly: "I came out of Mrs. Goddard's place half an hour ago. I'm afraid it's going to rain. There may be a downpour every moment, but I think I'll run to Hatfield first." The Old House was still in time, so I made my way as fast as I could. Passing a house where a young woman was sewing a coat for me, I decided to go in and see how it was going. It started raining, and I didn't know what to do, so I ran like hell and took shelter at the Ford's," said Ford's, a large wool, linen, and sewing store that was both large and stylish. Top notch local. "I waited there for a good minute with everything in my head. All of a sudden you know who's coming up to the store--how strange! But they used to shop at Ford's--you know who? It's Elizabeth Martin and her brother! Dear Miss Woodhouse! Imagine. I think I was going to faint. I don't know what to do. I was sitting near the door, and Elizabeth saw me at once, But he didn't see it. He was busy collecting umbrellas. I'm sure she saw me, but she immediately looked away and didn't look at me. They walked to the other side of the store. And I was sitting in the doorway! Ah! My dear, how miserable I feel! For it's still raining outside, but I wish I could be somewhere more than just stay there, ah! My dear Miss Woodhouse, at last, I suppose, he looked round Looked around and saw me. Because they didn't buy anything, but stopped to whisper. I'm sure they were talking about me. I can't help but think he was trying to convince her to talk to me. Do you think so? Because she She came up to me in no time, asked me how I was, and looked ready to shake my hand if I wanted to. Her behavior was not quite the same as before. I could see that she had changed, but , but she tried to be friendly, so we shook hands and stood together and talked for a while. But I can't remember what I said at the time, and I was shaking so badly! I remember she said, It's a pity it's been so long I haven't seen each other. I think she is very kind to me! My dear Miss Woodhouse, I was very hard at that time! The road was dead at that time, but I made up my mind that nothing could prevent me from going. This Now, think about it! I found him walking towards me, you know, she walked slowly, as if she didn't know what to do. He finally came over and spoke, and I answered. I It was real for a while, it was horrible, you know, I couldn't say what it was like, and then I got the courage and I said, it's not raining, I gotta go. I just walked out. I didn't get three yards from the door, He came after me suddenly, only to tell me that if I was going to Hartfield House he thought it best to go round Mr. Cole's stables, as the rain had drowned the short cut. Ah! my dear , I feel like I'm dying! I just said I'm very grateful to him. You know, I can't help saying that. Then I walked back to Elizabeth and round the stables - I believe I did - But I hardly know where I am, nor what I have done. Ah! Miss Woodhouse, I would rather do anything than have it happen. Yet, you know, to see him in such a good-natured and cheerful manner , it makes one feel an indescribable satisfaction in the heart. Seeing Elizabeth is the same. Ah! Miss Woodhouse, talk to me, and comfort me." Emma really wished to comfort her, but it was beyond her power to do so at once.She had to think a little.She herself didn't feel very comfortable at this time.The behavior of the young man and his sister seemed to be born of genuine affection, for which she felt nothing but sympathy, and their actions, as Harriet described them, were an amusing mixture of wounded love and true love. Tenderness, she used to think that they were kind and worthy people, but could this change the harm of marrying her?It would be foolish to be distracted by appearances.Of course he must be sorry to lose her--they must all be sorry.Beyond love, their ambitions are humiliated.They may all hope to enhance their status by marrying Harriet.Also, what is the value of Harriet's description?So easy to have fun, so little recognition, what's the point of her praise? She tried to comfort herself with the thought that all the past was trivial, not worth bothering with. "It might have been a bit embarrassing at the time," she said, "but it seems like you've coped so well that it's over, maybe forever—really, it's never going to happen again, like it was when we first met. So, you Don't even think about it." "That's right," said Harriet, and "I don't want to." But she went on talking about it, and still couldn't talk about anything else.At last Emma hastened the news to her, in order to get the Martins out of her mind.She had meant to tell her carefully, but in poor Harriet's present state of mind she did not know whether to be pleased or angry, ashamed or ridiculous.How ended Mr. Elton's importance to her! Gradually, however, the extremity of power enjoyed by Mr. Elton faded away.Although she did not have the feelings she might have felt when she heard the news yesterday, or just a few moments ago, her interest in it was soon increasing.No sooner had their first conversation ended than she threw herself into the feelings of curiosity, regret, pain, and pleasure expressed for the lucky Miss Hawkins, and the Martins were at once placed in a subordinate position in her imagination. . Emma was rather glad that Harriet had had such a chance meeting.It effectively cushioned the first shock without retaining much of the panic effect.Considering Harriet's present position, it was impossible for the Martins to come to her without searching, which lacked both courage and dignity.Since she rejected the brother, the sisters never went to school with Mrs. Goddard.Probably not once in twelve months did they get together, not even once to talk. --------