SCENE 1 -HIGHBURY
In a time when one's town was one's town was one's world...and the actions
at a dance excited greater interest than the movement of armies, there
lived a young woman, who knew how this world should be runned.
The most beautiful thing in the world is a match well made, and a happy
marriage to you both.
Oh, thank you Emma. Your painting grows more accomplished every day.
You are very kind, but it would be all the better if I had practiced my
drawing more, as you urged me.
It's very beautiful.
I should never take sides against you, Miss Woodhouse, but your friend is
right. It is indeed a job well done.
The job well done, Mr Elton was yours in performing the ceremony.
Must the church be so drafty, Mr Elton? It is very difficult to surrender
the soul when one is worried about one's throat.
Perhaps some tea and cake would revive you, Mr Woodhouse.
Miss Taylor! Surely you are not serving cake at your wedding! Far too rich!
You put us all at peril. And I am not alone in feeling so. Where is Mr
Penning, the apothecary, he will support me.
He's over there, Mr Woodhouse, having some cake.
I have to take father home, but dear Miss Taylor-Oh, no! You are dear Miss
Taylor no more! You are dear Mrs Weston now! And how happy this must make
you. Such happiness this brings to all of us.
My dear Emma!
Poor Miss Taylor! She was so happy here. Why should she give up being your
governess, only to be married?
I am grown now. She cannot put up with my ill humors forever. She must wish
for children of her own.
You have no ill humors. Your own mother, God rest her, could be no more
real than Miss Taylor. Can she truly wish to give life to a mewling infant
who will import disease each time it enters the house? No, I say poor Miss
Taylor, and poor indeed she is.
As an old friend of the family, I had to ask as soon as I got back: Who
cried the most at the wedding?
And how is my sister? Is your brother giving her the respect we Woodhouse
Poor Isabella. She was the first to leave me. No doubt that is where Miss
Taylor got the notion to go.
Don't be too hard on Miss Taylor. It must be easier for her to have only
one to please than two.
Especially when one of us is such a troublesome creature.
Yes, I am. Most troublesome.
Dear papa, I could never mean you! Mr Knightley loves to find fault with
me, that's all. It's his idea of a joke.
I am practically a brother to you Emma. It is not a brother's job to find
fault with his sister?
But where is the fault with you? Emma bears it well, but she is most sorry
to lose Miss Taylor.
We would not like Emma so well if she did not miss her friend.
I shall miss her so. I do not know what I shall do without her.
She's not far.
Almost half a mile.
Her obligations are there now. She cannot sit and talk with me in the old
way, or walk with me, or urge me to better myself.
Well, that should not matter, as you always did just as you pleased.
Yes, but I shall miss her urging me. She was a selfless a friend as I have
ever had, and I hope to say someday that I have done half so much for
someone as Mrs Weston did for me.
You must be happy that she settled so well.