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"I am glad you approve of what I have done," said he very comfortably.
"But I thought you would. Such schemes as these are nothing without numbers. One cannot have too large a party. A large party secures its own amusement. And she is a good-natured woman after all.
One could not leave her out. "
Emma denied none of it aloud, and agreed to none of it in private.
It was now the middle of June, and the weather fine; and Mrs. Elton was growing impatient to name the day, and settle with Mr. Weston as to pigeon-pies and cold lamb, when a lame carriage-horse threw every thing into sad uncertainty. It might be weeks, it might be only a few days, before the horse were useable; but no preparations could be ventured on, and it was all melancholy stagnation.
Mrs. Eltons resources were inadequate to such an attack.
"Is not this most vexations, Knightley?" she cried. -"And such weather for exploring!-These delays and disappointments are quite odious.
What are we to do?-The year will wear away at this rate, and nothing done. Before this time last year I assure you we had had a delightful exploring party from Maple Grove to Kings Weston. "
"You had better explore to Donwell," replied Mr. Knightley.
"That may be done without horses. Come, and eat my strawberries.
They are ripening fast. "
If Mr. Knightley did not begin seriously, he was obliged to proceed so, for his proposal was caught at with delight; and the "Oh! I should like it of all things," was not plainer in words than manner.
Donwell was famous for its strawberry-beds, which seemed a plea for the invitation: but no plea was necessary; cabbage-beds would have been enough to tempt the lady, who only wanted to be going somewhere.
She promised him again and again to come-much oftener than he doubted-and was extremely gratified by such a proof of intimacy, such a distinguishing compliment as she chose to consider it.
"You may depend upon me," said she. "I certainly will come.
Name your day, and I will come. You will allow me to bring Jane Fairfax?"
"I cannot name a day," said he, "till I have spoken to some others whom I would wish to meet you. "
"Oh! leave all that to me. Only give me a carte-blanche. -I am Lady Patroness, you know. It is my party. I will bring friends with me. "
"I hope you will bring Elton," said he: "but I will not trouble you to give any other invitations. "
"Oh! now you are looking very sly. But consider-you need not be afraid of delegating power to me. I am no young lady on her preferment.
Married women, you know, may be safely authorised. It is my party.
Leave it all to me. I will invite your guests. "
"No,"-he calmly replied,-"there is but one married woman in the world whom I can ever allow to invite what guests she pleases to Donwell, and that one is-"
"-Mrs. Weston, I suppose," interrupted Mrs. Elton, rather mortified.
"No-Mrs. Knightley;-and till she is in being, I will manage such matters myself. "
"Ah! you are an odd creature!" she cried, satisfied to have no one preferred to herself. -"You are a humourist, and may say what you like. Quite a humourist. Well, I shall bring Jane with me-Jane and her aunt. -The rest I leave to you. I have no objections at all to meeting the Hartfield family. Dont scruple. I know you are attached to them. "
"You certainly will meet them if I can prevail; and I shall call on Miss Bates in my way home. "
"Thats quite unnecessary; I see Jane every day:-but as you like.
It is to be a morning scheme, you know, Knightley; quite a simple thing.
I shall wear a large bonnet, and bring one of my little baskets hanging on my arm. Here,-probably this basket with pink ribbon.
Nothing can be more simple, you see. And Jane will have such another.
There is to be no form or parade-a sort of gipsy party. We are to walk about your gardens, and gather the strawberries ourselves, and sit under trees;-and whatever else you may like to provide, it is to be all out of doors-a table spread in the shade, you know.
Every thing as natural and simple as possible. Is not that your idea?"
"Not quite. My idea of the simple and the natural will be to have the table spread in the dining-room. The nature and the simplicity of gentlemen and ladies, with their servants and furniture, I think is best observed by meals within doors. When you are tired of eating strawberries in the garden, there shall be cold meat in the house. "
"Well-as you please; only dont have a great set out. And, by the bye, can I or my housekeeper be of any use to you with our opinion?-Pray be sincere, Knightley. If you wish me to talk to Mrs. Hodges, or to inspect anything-"
"I have not the least wish for it, I thank you. "
"Well-but if any difficulties should arise, my housekeeper is extremely clever. "
"I will answer for it, that mine thinks herself full as clever, and would spurn any bodys assistance. "
"I wish we had a donkey. The thing would be for us all to come on donkeys, Jane, Miss Bates, and me-and my caro sposo walking by.
I really must talk to him about purchasing a donkey. In a country life I conceive it to be a sort of necessary; for, let a woman have ever so many resources, it is not possible for her to be always shut up at home;-and very long walks, you know-in summer there is dust, and in winter there is dirt. "
"You will not find either, between Donwell and Highbury.
Donwell Lane is never dusty, and now it is perfectly dry. Come on a donkey, however, if you prefer it. You can borrow Mrs. Coles.
I would wish every thing to be as much to your taste as possible. "
"That I am sure you would. Indeed I do you justice, my good friend.
Under that peculiar sort of dry, blunt manner, I know you have the warmest heart. As I tell Mr. E. , you are a thorough humourist. -Yes, believe me, Knightley, I am fully sensible of your attention to me in the whole of this scheme. You have hit upon the very thing to please me. "
Mr. Knightley had another reason for avoiding a table in the shade.
He wished to persuade Mr. Woodhouse, as well as Emma, to join the party; and he knew that to have any of them sitting down out of doors to eat would inevitably make him ill. Mr. Woodhouse must not, under the specious pretence of a morning drive, and an hour or two spent at Donwell, be tempted away to his misery.
He was invited on good faith. No lurking horrors were to upbraid him for his easy credulity. He did consent. He had not been at Donwell for two years. "Some very fine morning, he, and Emma, and Harriet, could go very well; and he could sit still with Mrs. Weston, while the dear girls walked about the gardens.
He did not suppose they could be damp now, in the middle of the day. He should like to see the old house again exceedingly, and should be very happy to meet Mr. and Mrs. Elton, and any other of his neighbours. -He could not see any objection at all to his, and Emmas, and Harriets going there some very fine morning.
He thought it very well done of Mr. Knightley to invite them-very kind and sensible-much cleverer than dining out. -He was not fond of dining out. "
Mr. Knightley was fortunate in every bodys most ready concurrence.
The invitation was everywhere so well received, that it seemed as if, like Mrs. Elton, they were all taking the scheme as a particular compliment to themselves. -Emma and Harriet professed very high expectations of pleasure from it; and Mr. Weston, unasked, promised to get Frank over to join them, if possible; a proof of approbation and gratitude which could have been dispensed with. -Mr. Knightley was then obliged to say that he should be glad to see him; and Mr. Weston engaged to lose no time in writing, and spare no arguments to induce him to come.
In the meanwhile the lame horse recovered so fast, that the party to Box Hill was again under happy consideration; and at last Donwell was settled for one day, and Box Hill for the next,-the weather appearing exactly right.
Under a bright mid-day sun, at almos
t 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 fathers 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 bodys favourite-always wholesome. -These the finest beds and finest sorts. -Delightful to gather for ones 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 friends 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 morrows 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.
It was hot; and after walking some time over the gardens in a scattered, dispersed way, scarcely any three together, they insensibly followed one another to the delicious shade of a broad short avenue of limes, which stretching beyond the garden at an equal distance from the river, seemed the finish of the pleasure grounds. -It led to nothing; nothing but a view at the end over a low stone wall with high pillars, which seemed intended, in their erection, to give the appearance of an approach to the house, which never had been there. Disputable, however, as might be the taste of such a termination, it was in itself a charming walk, and the view which closed it extremely pretty. -The considerable slope, at nearly the foot of which the Abbey stood, gradually acquired a steeper form beyond its grounds; and at half a mile distant was a bank of considerable abruptness and grandeur, well clothed with wood;-and at the bottom of this bank, favourably placed and sheltered, rose the Abbey Mill Farm, with meadows in front, and the river making a close and handsome curve around it.
It was a sweet view-sweet to the eye and the mind. English verdure, English culture, English comfort, seen under a sun bright, without being oppressive.
In this walk Emma and Mr. Weston found all the others assembled; and towards this view she immediately perceived Mr. Knightley and Harriet distinct from the rest, quietly leading the way.
Mr. Knightley and Harriet!-It was an odd tete-a-tete; but she was glad to see it. -There had been a time when he would have scorned her as a companion, and turned from her with little ceremony.
Now they seemed in pleasant conversation. There had been a time also when Emma would have been sorry to see Harriet in a spot so favourable for the Abbey Mill Farm; but now she feared it not.