Chapter 13 Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve -------- Mr. Knightley's desire to dine with them somewhat conflicted with Mr. Woodhouse's wishes.Because he didn't want to share his first day with Isabella with anyone.But Emma settled the matter with a sense of justice.Apart from the consideration that the two brothers should be treated as equals, it was especially pleasing to her that a proper invitation had been extended to her in the recent circumstances of Mr. Knightley's disagreement with her. She hopes to get back together with him.He thinks now is the time to make amends.In fact, it cannot be regarded as compensation.Of course she was not wrong, and his side would never admit it.Absolutely not.Now, though, it is possible to make a gesture and forget that there was ever a dispute.She hopes this helps restore the friendship.He was with a child when he entered the house--the youngest, a pretty little girl of eight months, who was at Hartfield House for the first time, and bent over Swinging in aunt's arms, she felt very happy.It helped, indeed, because he began with a dignified look and asked questions in short sentences, but soon returned to normal, talked about the children, and took them from her arms with informal kindness.Emma then felt that they were friends again.After being so sure, he felt great satisfaction at first, and then he couldn't help talking about the child in a tone of admiration.

"How pleasant that we agree about my nephews and nieces. As for men and women, our opinions are sometimes very different. But I notice that we never disagree when it comes to children." "If, in judging men and women, your mind is led by nature, and as little as imagination and impulse,--as you have been with these children--then we shall always agree. " "Of course. Our disagreements are always due to my fault." "Yes," he said, smiling, "that makes sense. I was sixteen when you were born." "That's a very significant difference," he replied, "you are no doubt a better judge of that period of our lives than I am; ?"

"Yes, very close indeed." "Still not close enough to have a chance to think I was right once when we saw things differently, though." "I still have sixteen years more experience than you do. And I am not a young and pretty woman to be coddled. Come, loving Emma, ​​let us be friends, and stop talking. Tell your aunt, Tell her to set a better example, little Emma, ​​and stop whining. If she was right, she will be wrong now." "True," she exclaimed, "very true. Little Emma, ​​grow up to be a better woman than her aunt, much wiser than her, and more than half as haughty as her. Knightley Sir, I will finish with a sentence or two. As far as good intentions are concerned, we are both right, and I must point out that, from the effect of my argument, nothing can be proven wrong at all. I just want to know Martin Are you very, very disappointed, sir?"

"A man's disappointment can't be greater than this," he answered briefly and completely. "Ah! Then I am very sorry. Come, shake hands with me." This was in the midst of an extremely intimate process when John Knightley suddenly appeared and greeted, "George, hello." "John, hello." Calm, but very passionate, in that genuine affection.One is willing to do anything for the other's benefit if need be. . The evening was calm and conversational, for Mr. Woodhouse refused the cards in order to have a conversation with his dear Isabella.The little party was naturally divided into two circles, that of himself and his daughter, and that of the two Mr. Knightleys.Their conversations are very clearly distinguished, or rarely overlapped.Emma joined one circle or the other only by chance.

The two brothers talked about what they were interested in and what they were after, but the older brother's content predominated. He was a talkative man by nature and had always been an eloquent speaker.As a magistrate, he usually had some legal questions to ask John, at least some funny anecdotes to tell; What crops, he also has to tell a lot of local news, which is also very interesting to his brothers who have lived with him for a long time and are brothers and sisters.The sewer plan, the replacement of the fence, the felling of a particular tree, whether each acre was planted with wheat or radishes or spring corn, all these things were involved, and John was equally interested, his indifference gone.His tone was pleading, even wistful, if his spirited older brother had left anything for him to ask.

While these two were so absorbed in their conversation, Mr. Woodhouse was enjoying, with his daughter, a torrent of delightful regret and suspenseful love. "My poor Isabella," he said, taking her by the hand lovingly, several times interrupting her busy activities for one of the five children, "it has been a terribly long time since you last went away." Ah! You must be very tired after such a long journey. My dear, you must go to bed early. Before you leave, I want to recommend you a kind of porridge. We will have a good bowl together. Dear Emma , let's all have some porridge."

Emma could not imagine such a thing, for he knew that the two Messrs. Knightley, like herself, would not take orders in such matters.So just two bowls of porridge.After expressing some admiration at the porridge, some exclamation and wonder at the fact that not everyone uses it every night, he begins with solemn musings: "It's an embarrassment, my dear, that you spend the autumn in the South and not come here. I've never had a good impression of sea air." "Mr. Winfield recommended it, Papa, or we wouldn't have gone there. He suggested taking all the children, especially for the weakest little Bella's throat--breathing sea air and washing Thalasso."

"Ah! my God, but Perry was skeptical that sea water was good for anyone. I've long believed, myself, that the sea is hardly good for anyone, and maybe I didn't tell you before. Once, it Almost killed me." "Come, come," cried Emma, ​​feeling that the subject was ominous, "and I must beg you not to talk of the sea. It makes me jealous, and it makes me sad. I never saw the sea! Please Stop talking about the South. My dear Isabella, I haven't heard you ask Mr. Perry, but he never forgot you." "Ah! good Mr. Perry—how is he, papa?" "Of course it's fine. Not in great shape though. Poor Perry has gallbladder disease and he doesn't have time for his body - he told me. He doesn't have time for himself and it's so sad. But the country people ask him everywhere. I guess there's no one as clever as him anywhere."

"And Mrs. Perry and the children. How are they? Are the children grown? I have the utmost respect for Mr. Perry. I hope he will call here soon. He will be very pleased to see my children." .” "I hope he'll come back here to-morrow, because I have a question or two to ask him about my own healing. You'd better show him little Bella's throat when he comes, my dear." "Ah! my dear father, his throat is much better, and I am no longer worried about her. I do not know whether the sea has done her such a great favor, or whether Mr. Winfield has given her an ointment Apply medicine, we have been using that medicine continuously since August."

"Honey, it's unlikely that sea bathing will do her any good. If I had known you needed rubbings, I would have told..." "I seem to think you've forgotten Mrs. and Miss Bates," said Emma. "I haven't heard you mention them." "Ah! the good Bates family—I am so ashamed—you mention them in almost every letter. I hope they are well. My dear Mrs. Bates—I will call on them to-morrow. And bring Go with my boys. They always love to see my boys. And that wonderful Miss Bates! What nice people! How are they all, papa." "Does it matter? Of course, my dear, it's all very well. But poor Mrs. Bates had a bad cold a month ago."

"I'm so sorry! Colds have never been so widespread as this autumn. Mr. Winfield told me he'd never seen a cold so common and so severe--like the flu." "That's true, my dear. But it's not as serious as you say. Colds are always very common, Perry says, but they don't usually get so bad in November." "Yeah, I don't know if Mr Winfield thinks it's an illness but..." "Ah, my dear children, the thing is, it's never a sick season in London. Nobody can stay healthy in London, and nobody can. It's a terrible thing that you have to live in that place." The thing! The distance is so far, the air is so bad!" "No, it's not like that - our air isn't bad. Our lodgings in London are much better than the rest of the world! Dear Papa, you shouldn't confuse us with London in general. Whether the Rick Square area or the rest of the It's a completely different place. The air is so clean where we are! I admit I wouldn't want to live in another part of London. I wouldn't be happy with my kids living in any other part of London. But we live The air in the place is exceptionally fresh! Mr. Winfield believes that from the perspective of fresh air, the Rick Square area is the best place." "Ah! My dears, it can't be compared with Hartfield House. Enjoy yourself, and when you have lived in Hartfield for a week, you will find your bodies and complexions are quite new." .I can't say, I think either of you looks good at the moment." "Dad, I'm sorry to say that, but I assure you that aside from a little headache and heart palpitations that I get everywhere, I'm doing fine. If the kids were a little pale before they went to bed, that's Because of the fatigue of their journey and the joy of being here, they are tired now. I hope tomorrow you will think they look much better, and I assure you, Mr. Winfield told me that he never saw Everyone was in such good health before our journey away from home. At least I am sure you would not think Mr. Knightley looked sick." She turned her head to look at her husband with anxious love. "Fair, my dear. Not flattering. I don't think Mr. John Knightley looks healthy." "What is the matter, sir? Are you addressing me?" cried Mr. John Knightley, hearing his name. "I'm sorry, dear, because my father thinks you look bad. But I hope it's just the fatigue of the journey. But, you know, I think you saw Winfield before you left home. gentlemen." "My dear Isabella," he exclaimed hastily, "please don't worry about my appearance. Take good care of yourself and your children, and let me make my own appearance." "I do not understand something of what you say to your brother," cried Emma, ​​"that your friend, Mr. Graham, wishes to have a steward from Scotland to look after his new estate. Will there be any application? Old prejudices will not Will you be too stubborn?" She talked long and successfully in this manner, and when she had to turn her attention again to her father and sister, she heard nothing but Isabella talking to Jane Fairfax. Kindly asked.Though she was not particularly interested in Jane Fairfax on the whole, at that moment she was more than happy to help compliment her. "Sweet and gentle Jane Fairfax then!" said Mrs. John Knightley. "I have not seen her for a long time, except now and then in town! She went to see her old Granny and a good aunt, how happy they must be! I was very sorry to learn from Emma that she should not be able to live in Harbury, but now that Colonel and Mrs. Campbell's daughters are married, I suppose they I can never do without her again. What a pleasant companion she has been to Emma!" Mr. Woodhouse agreed, but added: "Our little friend, Harriet Smith, is another sweet little creature, though. You'll like Harriet. She couldn't have been a better companion for Emma." "I am very glad to hear that. But there is only Jane Fairfax who is both learned and refined! And about Emma's age." This topic was discussed in a very pleasant atmosphere, and other topics followed for nearly as long, and ended with almost the same harmony.The night was not without commotion, though. ……………… (There are nearly 500 words here, which is not clear. It probably means that the porridge was delivered, and Mr. Woodhouse praised the porridge. At this time, Isabella said that the cook she hired in the south Can't cook porridge, much to Mr Woodhow's excitement.) "Ah!" Mr. Woodhouse shook his head, focused his eyes benevolently on her face, and suddenly shouted into Emma's ear. "Ah! there will be no end to the tragic consequences of your going to the South!" Emma hoped at this moment that he would stop talking.A moment of quiet contemplation might have been enough to get him back to his delicious porridge, but after a minute's pause he said: "I will always be saddened to think of you all going to the beach this fall instead of coming back here." "But papa, why are you upset? I think that's good for the child." "If you must go to the sea, you'd better not go to the south. The south is an unhealthy place. Perry was surprised to hear that you were going south." "I know a lot of people have that idea, but Papa, those are very wrong ideas. We're in perfect health there, and it's totally wrong to assume it's an unhealthy place. I'm sure Wen Mr. Field is a trustworthy man, because he understands the nature of the air very well. And his brother's family has been there repeatedly." "My dear, if you really want to go somewhere, you should go to Cromore. Perry once took a week in Cromore. He thought it was the best beach. He said, there The sea is wide, the air is very pure, and, as far as I know, lodgings can be rented nearer the coast, about a mile away. Very comfortable and convenient. You should have asked Perry for advice." "But, my dear papa, the distances are very different. One is a hundred miles away, and the other is only forty miles away." "Ah! my dear," said Perry, in matters of health all other considerations can be disregarded. What difference does forty miles make to a hundred miles when it comes to travelling? Better not to travel at all. , better stay in London than travel forty miles to a place with bad air. That's what Perry said. He seemed to think it was a very bad judgement." Emma tried to stop her father, but to no avail.After he said this, she was worried that her brother-in-law would have a fit. "Mr. Perry," he said in a cheerful voice, "better keep your opinion to yourself until you ask. How can he take what I do as his business? Should I bring my family to this coast? What business is that coast to him? I wish I could be allowed to use Mr. Perry's judgment as well as my own. I'm only required to take his medicines to follow his orders, and that's all." He paused, became more and more indifferent, and then added dryly in a sarcastic tone: "If Mr. Perry could tell me how to take a wife and five children to walk one hundred and thirty miles for no more than forty miles It's no inconvenience, my son, and I'd be glad to go down to the Cromore Coast like him instead of going south." "That's right, that's right," cried Mr. Knightley, with the greatest willingness to intervene, "very true. It is indeed a consideration. But, John, to say what I have just thought, that is, The path is moved to Langheim and turns more to the right so it doesn't have to go all the way across the family lawn. I don't see any difficulty. If it's an inconvenience to Highbury residents I shouldn't think so .But you just have to look at the current path...the only proof is to look at the map. I hope to meet you tomorrow at Abbey Water Mill Farm, and then we can do a field trip. Please share your opinion when the time comes .” Mr. Woodhouse was irritated at hearing such rude remarks about his friend Perry, and though he did not realize it himself, many of his feelings and statements came from Mr. Perry, though his daughters His gracious attention gradually healed the immediate wound, and the vigilance and swift action of one brother and the calm of the other prevented further incidents. --------