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'Emma Woodhouse was born
with the sun shining.

'To a father who always
expected the worst.

'And a carefree mother

'whose smile
Emma was not to remember.

'One day the worst did happen.

'And as he watched his wife
leave home for the last time,

'Mr Woodhouse resolved never to let
his daughters out of sight again,

'except under the careful
eye of their governess.

'Ann Taylor.

'And so the sun continued
to shine brightly on Emma.'

We must hurry, Dr Perry,
she has taken a turn for the worse.

Come along, Emma.

'But other children
in Highbury were not so fortunate.

'Young Frank Weston's world was
turned upside down.'

I will take the child, Mr Weston,
for the sake of my foolish sister.

'But he will live with me always

'and his name will be
Frank Churchill.'

'And little Jane Fairfax's life
was never to be the same when
her aunt fell on hard times.'

WOMAN SOBS
It's for the best,
we must let Jane go.

Captain Campbell is very
well set up, he will give her
the education we cannot.

But we can't let the child go.
Our lovely little girl...

We will have to leave this
house soon, for one smaller.

We promised that we
would do our best for Jane.

Now remember, Jane,
you write to us as often as you can.

You will become wonderfully
accomplished at everything.

Captain Campbell is not frightening.

Be a good girl, Jane.

'And so Jane and
Frank were forced to leave Highbury
and trust their fortune to strangers.

Look! 'While Emma stayed
comfortably at home.

'With very little
to distress or vex her...'

Where she going, Miss Taylor?
'..for many years to come.'

Miss Campbell was afraid that
perhaps, they were too young,
but Jane's very keen,

when she applies herself.
She always excels, always has done.

And then Jane says they are
to go to the seaside.
Isn't that splendid, Miss Taylor?

Shh, Emma doesn't know
anything about the seaside,
it's best the children don't.

Oh. Jane's handwriting
is so very accomplished.

There is nothing she cannot do.

She excels at everything,
everything.

I'm so glad, there was never a
moment's doubt that Colonel Campbell

would look after her
as his own daughter.

Going away was the
best thing that happened to her.

Wasn't it, Mother?

And then Jane says
that she and Miss Campbell...
EMMA SIGHS

..have begun
learning the pianoforte.

Colonel Campbell
has a very large piano.
SHE SIGHS

She played to the guests.

Did I tell you how well Jane plays,
Miss Taylor?

And she speaks French like a
native though I'm not sure
that's such a sensible thing.

I'm going to ask Mr Knightley
to teach me Chinese.

Do you think Jane
could read Chinese?

Oh, I'm sure, I'm sure she could.

I thought it was backwards,
I'm sure Jane is equal to anything.

Did I tell you
she is halfway through her reading
list of at least 100 titles.

100.

SHE YAWNS

I suppose you've come to
tell me off about the Chinese.

Yes, I heard about that.

I'm sure Miss Bates wasn't upset,
but you should... Be kind to her.

Yes, yes, I know! That's just
what Miss Taylor keeps telling me.

Jane is an orphan and Miss Bates has
come down in the world and I do try.

It's just that Jane seems
to write to her aunt every week

and she seems to
gain at least eight accomplishments
between one and the next.

And Miss Bates comes here every
week to tell us about them. Emma!

What are you doing?

I've compiled a list
of books to read.

101 titles.

So that I might not be so
uneducated compared to Jane Fairfax.

Oh, see I have started.
Milton. Impressive. Mmm.

It is the first on the list.

WOMAN SHRIEKS

There are John and Isabella again.

They are impossible.

I'm sure Jane Fairfax is not
remotely good at things I do well.

She may excel at words and music
but, er, but people,

their hopes, their dreams,
their aspirations,

there I am the expert.

Really? I don't imagine you could
even tell us if we've got any
hopes and dreams? Not you, silly.

You're not the romantic sort...
but, er...

but my sister and your brother.

John and Isabella?! Surely not.

Surely yes. It's been my express
wish and intent for six months now.

But they have known each other
all their lives, as long
as you and I. In fact, longer.

Indeed, so a little
careful prodding was necessary.

If, if they like each
other enough to marry

it will be because they themselves
wish it, not because you do.

But I think there's nothing in it.

You are mistaken, as always.

I, Isabella Woodhouse take
thee, John Knightley,
to be my wedded husband.

London.

London, all the way to London.

Might as well be the moon.

I will look after you.

All will be as before.

(Lucky guess.)

Nothing lucky about it.

Just talent and intuition.

Right, who will be next?

I wonder.

And so the years passed

and the seasons change...

..and we give thanks
to the Lord for his mercy.

And in the Lord's own book
we find the words to voice
our thanks for these

natural wonders.

God of salvation...

You who are the hope
of all the ends of the Earth,

by whose power...

Good morning, Mr Elton.

Good morning, Miss Woodhouse.
I trust you are in good health.

Very well, thank you.

Good morning, Mr Weston.
Yes, my dear. Mr Weston.

And the more so for this very
morning I have finally secured
the purchase of Randalls estate.

Oh, congratulations!
It is such a fine house and so
close to us at Hartfield.

We will be neighbours. What does
Mr Frank Churchill think about this?

Surely he must come home,
at long last, to visit us
and to see your new house?

I have written to him already.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Don't worry, ladies,
I always bring a spare umbrella
with me for spring walks.

We are in your debt, Mr Weston.

But a man with two
umbrellas cannot get wet.

I'm sure there's room under
the large one, for both of you.

Miss Taylor, it would be
an honour to receive you one day,
at Randalls...

I would be delighted, Mr Weston.
Splendid.

Oh, dear, oh, dear!

Poor Miss Taylor!

You must stop this at once,
Emma, this matchmaking.

It is of the greatest
misfortune for poor Miss Taylor.

Just think, she's been with
us and our family for 17 years.

She might have stayed here till
she died! If you'd left well alone.

Misfortune!? But now
she has the greatest future ahead,

a husband she loves,
a house and maybe even a family.

A family! Surely not?

Surely you would not deny her that,
she's looked after us
so well and for so long?

Mothers die and that is a fact.

Miss Taylor is not young.

Oh, dear, you should not
make matches or predictions.

Unfortunately they all come true.

Everybody said that
Mr Weston would never remarry.

Yet I knew from that day with the
umbrellas that he would marry Miss
Taylor. It is my greatest success!

HE SCOFFS

Success?! And how do you reckon that?

Success implies endeavour.

Just saying to yourself, "I think
it would be a fine thing if Miss
Taylor and Mr Weston were to marry,"

and then repeating it to
yourself every so often
is not the same as bringing it about.

Just at the moment when Mr Weston
bought Randalls and
was considering how to fill it,

I was there to smooth the way.
DOOR OPENS

Ah, just in time.

Emma was in the process of likening
you to some new drapes or a sofa.

I believe
congratulations are in order.

Oh, we have so much to plan for,
of course, as Hartfield

is as much your home as mine,
we will have the wedding here.

Then there is the
guest list to compile.

Will Frank Churchill be coming?

Well, he has written to congratulate
us and assures us he will be here.

You would think so. It would be the
least he could do for his father.

Oh, then there is
the cake to think about.

Oh, no, no, no cake, surely not!

Well, yes, Father.

You would not wish to appear
ungenerous. Ungenerous?
I am the soul of generosity!

Yes, of course you are,
so there must be cake!

No, no cake is bad for you,
especially the young.

No cake.

CHILDREN SHOUT

James, Henry, out!

CHILDREN LAUGH

Hey, come back here. Never!

I've no wonder Father
is concerned for Miss Taylor.

After all she's not young
and uprooting to Randalls,

though it is but half a mile,
will be an upheaval for all.

You moved here, my love, all the
way to Brunswick Square, London.

Oh, yes, of course,
but I would never have done so
unless there was Emma

to leave in charge
of Hartfield and Father.

So Emma must never
be allowed to marry?

Well, she has no wish to.
She does not need to.

Anyway, a husband might expect
to tell her what to do and
she won't like that at all.

She is busy marrying off the whole of
Highbury to each other. You will
return to find Miss Bates engaged!

BOYS: Uncle George, Uncle George!

Yes, I know, I know, I promised.

Put me down, Uncle George.

Put me down!

Oh, Dr Perry, I do so wish I
could have prevented the cake.

I know how strongly you disapprove.

I'm so sorry that Frank was
not able to come after all.

Yes, my dear. He was very sorry
to miss the occasion.

His aunt could not spare him.

She is so very ill.

I think he does it to
increase his mysteriousness.

He deliberately has not come back
to Highbury all these years,
since he was a little boy.

We ladies can only be more intrigued
and savour our anticipation,

until he does visit,
which will be very soon, I'm sure.

< Mr Weston.

'Though she would never
have admitted it to anyone,

'Emma felt, just for one moment,

'a strange sensation,

'that maybe,

'through her own endeavours,
she was about to lose something
that might never be recovered.'

CHILDREN: Can we have some. Please!
No, cake, no cake, go away.

But, Father! What? The children are
allowed to eat the cake.

It's not good for them, makes them
too excited. Then they run around.

Now, Emma, enough is enough.

No more match-making. This house
cannot stand another departure.

Oh, certainly, your father
is right, Miss Woodhouse.

This is a poor empty old
house now there's just
you and your father here.

A ghost house. I wonder you'll
be able to sleep at night.

I am sure my mother and I
are so very pleased that our
little home is so very cosy.

We have no time to feel lonely or
as if the world has left us behind.

Well, then,
what a happy day that we've had.

I'm sure, Mother. Don't you think?

We really had a wonderful time.

I feel quite exhausted,
I'm sure you must, too.

We'll have
a very happy journey home.

With the sun on our faces.

SHE CONTINUES CHATTERING

Emma, let me give him some food.

Ann said I could feed him,
then I'm going to put him to bed.

It's my turn, Isabella.
He's not tired yet.

He wants something to eat.

He wants some toast.

Here look, he wants to kiss...

Emma, Isabella, it's time to go.
Come and get your hats on.

Come on, let's go find Miss Taylor.

So, how was the wedding?
Who cried most?

Cook told me the
Perry children took all the cake.

I don't believe her.

It's good of you to exert
yourself this evening,
to visit us here after your journey.

It is a short walk
and I am fond of it.

I think we are part
of his exercise regime.

A mile's walk and a daily
scolding of Emma is just
what Dr Perry prescribes!

Randalls is only half a mile away.

It's an easy walk, and by carriage
you might visit the Westons several
times a day, if you chose. True.

I have already had the coach man
measure the journey.

And now that I have
returned from London,

I thought you might like to hear more
about the new addition to our family.

Baby Emma...

is already looking every bit as
lively and mischievous as her aunt.

BELL RINGS

Mrs Goddard, you have
such a lovely school!

If Jane had not had the good fortune
to stay with the Campbells, I
always say that this school with its

wonderful gardens
and so much...fresh air.

Don't I always say?

Well, we see you all
at church on Sundays.

You and a long line of little ones
walking after you.

It's a lovely sight.

Oh, my goodness!

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, walking alone!

Why, yes.

It is not safe and now Miss Taylor
has become Mrs Weston you
must find a walking companion.

What if you'd met the gypsies!

Oh, but they are on the west fields
and Mr Knightley says they are not

bad sorts of travellers,
indeed they travel here every year.

All the other paths are safe.

I have walked here all my life.

I am not going to stay inside just
because Miss Taylor is married.

Is she settled at Randalls?

Oh, you must miss her
very much, Miss Woodhouse.

Are we always to expect you without
her company on your future visits?

Alone, that is?

Oh... I hope not.

I mean,

naturally, we will not
be so much together,

out and about as we used to be, but
then we were always inseparable and

it is natural that
things will be...different.

To be sure.

I'm sure you'll
find another companion.

Who is that young woman?

Wait!

That is Harriet Smith,
one of our most popular boarders.

Harriet has been with us since
she was a very pretty young girl.

She will remain here
to help with the little ones.

She has been to stay at her friends,
the Martins, for the holidays.

She likes them so much
she cannot say goodbye.

What a pretty girl!
Where does she come from?

Who are her family?

Oh, she is the, er, the,
the natural daughter of...

Well, we don't really know who,
but they are very generous.

She has wanted for no comfort all
these years and everything is
extremely regular and paid up front.

She is obviously the daughter
of someone very refined.

Nobility, probably,
since money is no object.

Do come for supper at Hartfield
next Tuesday, Mrs Goddard.

And bring Harriet Smith,

if you would be so kind.

Just for a moment there,
I imagined that nothing had changed.

Miss Taylor in her usual place
and nothing unpleasant occurred.

Yes. Mrs Weston, Father!

And we have a delightful
new addition to our party.

DOOR OPENS

Excuse me, Miss Woodhouse.

I have been delayed in the village
on the errand of one whose business

I hold only just
in higher regard than yours.

On whose business?

The Almighty's. God's?

Oh! Of course.

God's business, just a little more
regard than Miss Woodhouse.

Yes. I see, how very civil.

You are most welcome, Mr Elton,
as always. I think I only
have one introduction to make.

My special friend,
Miss Harriet Smith.

Well, Miss Woodhouse's special
friend, can be one, no less to me.

Harriet will be joining me this
week when I go to visit the poor.

Bravo.

PEOPLE CHATTER AROUND DINNER TABLE

I don't know what you think
of this new intimacy between

Emma and Harriet Smith, but
I think it could be a bad thing.

Oh, do you really?

How very differently we feel.

Are we going to have one of our
quarrels about Emma, Mr Knightley?

Well, perhaps you think I came down
here on purpose to quarrel with you,
knowing Mr Weston to be out

and you must argue your own case.

Well, Mr Weston would certainly
support me if he were here.

You live alone, Mr Knightley,

and I do not think it possible
for a man to appreciate how much

a woman needs the companionship
of another woman.

And though I am
but half a mile away,

I know that in all modesty, Emma
will miss my company dreadfully.

It was the one drawback to my
accepting my husband's proposal.

How we are all drawn to Hartfield
like magnets and cannot leave.

I've heard Emma say a dozen
times she will never marry.

If you find it difficult to
leave her, imagine how she
will ever leave her father!

Well, we will see. I'm sure that
obstacle can be surmounted
in the event of a happy liaison.

But not just yet.

Did she not look well last night?

Have you ever seen such loveliness!

Such good health and bloom!

I have never had any fault
to find in Emma's person.

She's always been the cleverest
and the prettiest of the family.

Emma has always been of
special regard.

I love to look at her
and she's not vain about her looks.

No, her vanity lies in another
direction and you have
cleverly put me off its discussion.

I am not to be talked out of
my dislike of her intimacy with

Harriet Smith and my fear
it will do them both harm.

It will play to Emma's vanity.

And I see no harm at all.

Harriet will benefit from
Emma's superior position.

Of course she is not the ideal
companion for her but then,
who is her equal, in Highbury?

And Harriet can, in return, she...

Well, they can read together.

You are always telling
Emma she should read more.

Emma's been meaning to read
more since she was ten years old.

She makes a good list, I'll concede,
but I don't see how Harriet Smith

could get her to read any of the
books on it any more than you could.

Don't worry, Harriet, you are
doing well indeed, for a beginner.

Good morning, Miss Smith.
Good morning, Mr Martin.

I hope I find you well?
Very well indeed, thank you.

I do hope that your mother
and sisters are in good health?

Very good health, thank you.

I wonder, did you manage
to find the book I recommended?
The Romance Of The Forest.

No, I'm afraid I didn't. But I've
asked my sisters to look out for it.

And will read it as
soon as I can manage.

Well, good day.

Harriet, who was that young man?

Oh, that was my Mr Martin.

You know, my friend that I
spent such a happy summer with.

But I thought the Martins
were a middle aged couple
with two daughters? Oh, no!

There is no older Mr Martin.

Young Mr Martin runs the farm.

I'm surprised you do not know him.

He often visits Mr Knightley
and I am sure he knows you.
Three apples, please.

It would be that way around.

He would know me but I'm not
sure why I would know a farmer.

Thank you.

Harriet, is there any reason
why you would call that
young man "your Mr Martin"?

I meant my friend Mr Martin.

Tell me, what do you think of him?

Is he so very plain? Do you think?
He is remarkably plain.

I suppose one would not expect
very much of a farmer but I had no
notion he would be so very clownish.

To be sure. He is not
so genteel as a real gentleman.

Oh, I mean no offence, I'm sure.

A farmer has no need to be genteel,

but I would have thought that now
you have been exposed to some
very good specimens of well bred,

well educated men at Hartfield,
you would be struck by

how unfavourable a companion
your Robert Martin presents.

Miss Woodhouse.
Another letter from Jane!

Won't you and Miss Smith step inside
for tea while I read it to you?

Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Bates. Harriet
and I are going to visit the poor.

We will come and listen tomorrow
on our usual visit.

Ah well, good then.
Well, till tomorrow.

That was a very lucky escape.

I hope I never bore people
a tenth as much about all

the little Knightleys as
Miss Bates does about Jane Fairfax.

I am sick
of the very name Jane Fairfax.

Every letter must be read 40
times over. She bores me to death!

Which is a pity, because Jane, Frank
Churchill and I are bound together
in a mysterious sort of way.

Frank is like a lost boy,
never to return home.

Not even for his father's wedding.

How sad.

A letter from Jane, Mother,
to warm us.

I asked Miss Woodhouse if she would
like to hear it, but she cannot.

She is so very busy on
vicarage business, but never mind.

She will hear it tomorrow,
on Wednesday, as usual.

Now what did I do with my...
Oh, yes, here we are.

I did wonder Mr Martin
didn't remember to read
the book I suggested.

It was a romance.

He thinks too much of business
for The Romance Of The Forest?

What kind of man is that?

If he is like that at...
Four and twenty.

Four and twenty, just think what
he'll be like when he's older.

He will be a totally gross, vulgar,
inattentive farmer who thinks
of nothing but profit and loss.

I do wonder he did
not remember the book.

Oh, don't be upset, Harriet.

Let's cheer ourselves up.

Let us think of superior men.

There are plenty more suitable
suitors around.

That is a very good tree.

Ah!

How accomplished young women are
in all areas these days.

You flatter us, Mr Elton.

Oh, yes, I see how you have tried
to capture the,

er, the light and
the, the atmosphere...

So delicate yet so...

eloquent.

I remember you and Emma
painting in exactly that way.

Easels just so.

I suppose things must change.

I think her friendship with
Harriet is a very good thing.

Emma is an excellent teacher,

and you would not want her
to be so lonely without me
that she wished to be elsewhere?

Elsewhere? Emma? No, not possible.
Who would run the house?

Emma is no longer a child
but a mature young woman.

My work as governess is done,

but I will always be a friend to her

and to you.

..This truly is,

with no exaggeration...
I have seen lesser works in...

Mr Elton?

Do you not think what an excellent
subject the human form would be?

A watercolour of Miss Smith.
What do you say to that?

Oh, yes, indeed.

A depiction by
your fair hand of Miss Smith.

That, that would be perfection.

I think I should like that
more than anything.

Now, I must be going, just a short
visit to thank you and, of course,

Miss Smith for your sterling work
in the parish.

What did I tell you? I knew
there would be suitors soon enough.

Whose portrait do you think Mr Elton
has commissioned me to paint?

Whose?

Why, yours of course.
Oh, no, Miss Woodhouse. Are you sure?

Absolutely! What did he say
to you before he left?

Oh, that my painting
is coming along splendidly.

Oh, he really must be in love.
Oh, Miss Woodhouse, what shall I do?

How should I ever behave towards him?

Oh, do not worry, Harriet.

I will be your guide.

You will be married by the New Year.

Robert Martin!

Is that you?

No, no, Miss Smith.

You must keep your pose,
like a statue.

The, er, the great artist
must be allowed time to create.

Not a fraction, Miss Smith.

The painting must be perfect.

You're quite sure this is
a prudent course of action?

Yes, Sir.

Hmm, the plan seems sound.

I've known you how long now?

And I've never known you put
the farm at risk in any way.

Are you sure you wouldn't be more
sensible to consider this development
in a few years? How old are you?

About four and twenty? I am 24.

I do not want to waste my life.

I see no reason to delay
something I have set my mind on.

Then I'm surprised that you wish
to hear my thoughts on your
expansion project.

You don't strictly
need my permission.

Good luck, Robert.

Thank you, Sir.

Miss Smith? Yes.

There's too many pies, Amy...

Excuse me.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, Miss Woodhouse.

You will never guess.

Calm down, Harriet. Whatever
is the matter? What should I do?

It is such a surprise.
This was sent to me this morning.

It is a proposal from Robert Martin.

Well, at least I thought
it was when I read it.

It is a very good letter, is it not?

I'm sure, I do not know.

It is a delightful surprise.

Or is it unwelcome?

But, well, he writes as
though he loves me very much.

Well...?

Well, is it a good letter?

Or is it...

..too short?

It is a good letter.

So much so I think it likely one
of his sisters wrote it for him.

But it is a better written
letter than I expected.

I hope I am honest
enough to say that.

Well, what should I do?

What should you do?
What do you mean?

Oh, in regards to the letter?

Well, you must answer it,
and straight away. Yes.

Yes, I knew you'd know.

But, oh dear, what should I say?

Oh, Harriet, no. The wording of
the letter must be all your own.

I'm sure you can manage.

You must be very clear
and properly conscious of the
pain you will inflict. Oh.

So you think I ought to refuse him,
then?

Ought to refuse...?

Oh, pardon me!

I imagined you asked me merely to
advise you as to the phrasing.

So you actually want to accept
Robert Martin?

I don't know.

I, I do.

I don't.

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, please help me.

I can have nothing to do
with your decision, Harriet.

It is up to you to
know your own feelings.

I really had no idea
he liked me so very much.

I think as a general rule,

if a woman doubts whether
to accept a man or not,

she really ought to refuse him.

Although, of course, I...
I do not want to influence you.

But please, please do.

Do influence me,

if you would be so kind?

Miss Woodhouse, I am determined.

I, I really am...almost.

I have made up my mind to...

refuse Mr Martin?

Do you think I'm right?

Perfectly. Perfectly right. Oh, oh!

When you were all in suspense I kept
my feelings to myself, but now you
are decided, I congratulate you!

Oh, oh, thank goodness
I am in no danger of losing
your company forever.

Oh, no, I could never have
visited Mrs Robert Martin of
Abbey Mill Farm.

Oh, now I am secure of
my little friend forever.

Oh, dear Miss Woodhouse, I would
not give up the pleasure of your
friendship for anything in the world.

However I really do think Mr Martin
an amiable young man,

and so very attracted to me.

Come, sit.
You must write immediately.

It would be unfeeling and
discourteous to delay your refusal.

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

What artistry,

what perfection.

How cleverly you have suggested the,
uh, the Greek atmosphere and

the landscape,
in only a few deft strokes.

What do you think, Mr Woodhouse?

Has Miss Woodhouse not
surpassed herself on this occasion?

It's charming, extremely charming.

But don't you think Miss Smith
should be wearing
a more substantial shawl?

Er, no.
It is a summer scene, Father.

Young girls can get a
chill even in sunny weather.

No, Father, Miss Smith posed
in this very room without
the slightest fear of draught.

Well, we don't want to
encourage people to take
unnecessary risks now.

Well, I do not see
how it could be bettered.

You have captured Miss Smith
to perfection.

We must get it properly framed.

Next time John and Isabella come,
we'll get them to take it to London,
have it framed for you.

But that may be some weeks away.

Might I offer my services?

I could ride to town and back
in a day on such a precious errand.

Emma, my dear.

I have done one of my three turns.

Could I ask you for some help?

Could you tie my scarf,
make it a bit more secure?

Do you think I should
finish my walk?

Of course, we must keep to routine.

Ah, Mr Knightley.
Do forgive me, I have to walk
and when I've started, I can't stop.

Will you be all right with just Emma
for company? Because I can always...

Oh, I think Emma and I can
manage by ourselves for now.

No Miss Smith today,
looking fetching amongst the roses?

I thought she was becoming a fixture?

No, no, I'm not teasing you.

Miss Smith is a pretty little
creature and I am inclined to
think her character improved.

And I think she has
improved due to your influence.

Thank you. And as you never praise
me unless you can possibly help it
that must be a compliment.

She will be here soon if she can
extricate herself from the Highbury
gossips. Tiresome wretches.

Huh, it's possible that she is
more tolerant of tiresome
wretches than you are.

But maybe she is delayed on
far more pleasant business?

Really? I have good reason
to believe that your friend
will soon receive good news.

And it is news that
will appeal to you.

Any of your brides and
bridegrooms still live under there?

No. I am quite grown out of dolls.

So, let me tell you.

Mr Robert Martin is desperately
in love with your Miss Smith
and means to marry her.

There. I have surprised you for once.

He came to speak to me about it, and
despite my doubts about the match

I gave my blessing.
This was the day before yesterday.

I'm surprised your friend
has been able to keep
the good news to herself.

I thought he would have spoken
yesterday.

How do you know that Mr Martin did
not voice his thoughts yesterday?

I do not know it absolutely.
I thought she spent
the whole day with you.

Now I will tell you something.

Mr Martin did speak yesterday. That
is, he wrote and he was refused.

Then she is an even greater
simpleton than I thought!

Oh, of course, it's incomprehensible
that a woman would ever
refuse an offer of marriage.

A man imagines a woman ready for
anyone who asks her. A man
does not imagine any such thing.

Harriet Smith refuse Robert Martin?

It's madness. Maybe you are mistaken.

I saw her answer.
Nothing could be clearer.

You saw her answer?

Hello.

You wrote it.

You persuaded her to refuse him.
Emma, look at me!

This is your doing. I am sure of it.

You could never lie
to me with any success.

Mr Martin is a very
respectable young man, I am sure.

But I will not agree
that he is Harriet's equal.

No, he is not her equal.
He is far her superior. Ha!

Harriet Smith is the natural
daughter of nobody knows whom.

She's not a sensible girl and
has been taught nothing useful.

She has no experience and little wit.

She is pretty, good tempered, maybe.

But that is all. I felt that in
all respects he could do no worse.

But he was so in love with her,
he IS so in love with her
that he would not be reasoned with.

I even thought, "Even Emma will
think that this is a good match."

I can't believe you know so little
of Emma as to say such a thing.

A farmer,
a good match for MY intimate friend?
It would be a degradation.

A degradation? For illegitimacy
and ignorance to be married to a
respectable, intelligent farmer?

There can scarcely be any doubt
that her father WAS a gentleman,
and a gentleman of fortune.

Nothing has been begrudged her.
Why should the child pay
for the offences of others?

Harriet IS a gentleman's daughter,
she associates
with gentlemen's daughters.

She is therefore superior
to your Robert Martin.

Emma, Emma, we live in the real
world, where children do pay
for the offence of their parents,

and it does not appear to be in their
plans to introduce Harriet into
their society, whoever they may be.

But we live here in Highbury,
where we treat people with the
respect and courtesy they deserve.

Harriet's friends, whoever
they may be, thought Mrs Goddard's
boarding school and company

good enough for Harriet.

And Harriet also thought it good
enough until you encouraged
her to think above her station.

She was as happy as possible
with the Martins in the summer.
And Robert has no vanity.

He would not have proposed if he
thought that she did not favour him.
She must have encouraged him.

Well then, let us, as you say,
live in the real world,

where men of course always reject a
girl with a pretty face in favour
of one with a well informed mind.

What? Oh, no, no, no. I bow to your
superior knowledge, your 16 years
more experience. You must know best.

Harriet, with her good looks and
easy temperament will be right at
the back of the queue with your sex

when it comes to choosing a mate.
Now we have both made our
argument, let us not quarrel.

Hmm! Really, it is better to be
without wits than
apply them as you do, Emma.

There. Don't you see how
you add force to my argument?

Men don't like girls who argue.

Harriet is just the sort
of girl every man wants.

She bewitches his senses
and satisfies him that
he is always right.

Were you ever to marry, she'll be
just the sort of woman for you. Ha!

Mark my words -
Harriet can pick and choose.

Here she is,
right at the beginning of her life.

Why should she accept the
first offer she receives?

Excuse me.

Thank you so much, Mr Elton.

Harriet will be so very grateful.

How can we wait a moment longer
than necessary to see this painting
framed and hung for all to see?

Well then, goodbye, Mr Elton.

Safe journey.

That man is so full of himself I'm
surprised he can stay on that horse.

SHE GIGGLES

HE SIGHS

I've always thought it a
bad friendship for you, Emma.

But now that I think of it,
I think it is worse for Miss Smith.

Men of sense do not want silly wives.

And most men of family
will be afraid of the disgrace
that they get caught up in

if and when the mystery of
her parentage is revealed.

You let her marry Robert Martin,
she's respectable and happy forever.

Set her sights higher, and
she may end up at Mrs Goddard's
for the rest of her life.

We think so differently
about this I think
we should stop talking about it.

And as for my letting her marry
Robert Martin, it is impossible.
Harriet has refused him.

She must abide by her decision.

I do not pretend to have that
much influence, just a little.

But really, his appearance was
so much against him and his manner

so bad that if she ever were
disposed to favour him,
she certainly doesn't now.

What nonsense.

I really think it is time for tea
and yet it has not appeared. Do
you think I should call Father in?

Well, I suppose it is no great loss -
for Mr Martin, that is.

He'll get over her soon, I hope.

But I know that your love
of matchmaking means that you

are more to do with this
than you so modestly deny.

That is the real
reason you are annoyed.

I gave my advice and you gave yours,

but it was mine that prevailed
and you do not want to admit it.

I am so pleased you have come back,
for we will always be friends.

No, I came back to say this, Emma.

As you make no secret
of your matchmaking,

I assume that you would not have
taken this drastic step unless
you had another suitor in mind.

And as a friend,
I will just hint to you that if Elton
is the chosen man, Elton will not do.

He knows he is a very handsome young
man and will never marry cheaply.

I have heard him speak with great
animation of a large family of young
ladies who all have 20,000 apiece.

Harriet and Robert
are not your playthings, your dolls,

to be told what to do and to marry
under the table at your bidding.

They're flesh and blood!

And one day you will
bitterly regret your meddling.

Mr Knightley?

I didn't realise Mr Knightley
would be leaving so soon.

I knew I shouldn't
have taken that last turn.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Miss Fairfax.
I'm so pleased to see you again.

You seem lost, Sir.

I'm not lost.

Mr Frank Churchill.

I've heard so much about you, it
is almost as if we had already met.

It's, it's just a small verse
of a romantic nature.

I would like to know
that Mr Martin is not so very
bitterly disappointed.

I've never seen
a man more disappointed.

Mr Dixon saved her life.

It was nothing.

Why would she move home to Miss
Bates' tiny little cottage when she

could go to Ireland
to Mr Dixon's, no doubt, boundlessly
beautiful estate?

I'm ashamed to arrive with you.
Oh, don't be ridiculous, Emma.

It is all my fault?

I blame myself.

Oh!

I adore you.

I think that I might die
if you refuse me.

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