All language subtitles for Emma.en

[ Narrator ] ln a time
when 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 run.

The most beautiful thing
in the world is a match well made...

and a happy marriage
to you both.

Thank you, Emma. Your painting
grows more accomplished every day.

You are very kind,
but it would be all the better...

if I practiced my drawing
more as you urged me.

It's very beautiful.

I should never take side
against you, Miss Woodhouse,

but your friend is right.

It is indeed a job well done.

A 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're
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. Perry, the apothecary ?
He will support me.

He is over there, Mr. Woodhouse,
having some cake.

What ?

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 !

[ Woodhouse ] 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 said poor Miss Taylor
and poor, indeed, she is.

[ Man ] As an old friend of the family
I had to ask as soon as I got back:

Who cried the most
at the wedding ?

[ Chuckling ]

And how is my sister ? ls your brother
giving her the respect...

we Woodhouse ladies deserve ?

Poor lsabella.
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.
- [ Giggles ]

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'm practically a brother
to you, Emma.

Is it 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
as we do if she did not miss her friend.

Thank you.

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.

That should not matter as you
always did just as you pleased.

Yes. But I shall
miss her urging me.

She was as selfless a friend
as I have ever had.

I hope to say someday I have done
half as much for someone...

as Mrs. Weston did for me.

You must be happy
that she settled so well.

[ Emma ]
lndeed !

One matter of joy in this
is that I made the match myself.

People said Mr. Weston
would never marry again.

- And what a triumph.
- Triumph ?

- You made a lucky guess.
- Have you never known
the triumph of a lucky guess ?

Had I not promoted
Mr. Weston's visits...

and given encouragement
where encouragement was needed,

we might not have had
a wedding today.

Then please, my dear,
encourage no one else.

Marriage is so disrupting
to one's social circle.

Only one more, Papa.

When Mr. Elton
joined their hands today,

he looked very much as if he would like
the same kind office performed for him.

[ Sighs ]

Invite him for dinner.
That is kindness enough.

Mr. Elton is a man of 26.
He knows how to take care of himself.

One does not like to generalize about so
many people all at once, Mr. Knightley,

but you may be sure that men
know nothing about their hearts...

whether they be six and twenty
or six and eighty.

Excepting you, of course,
Father.

[ Chuckles ]

No.

Mr. Elton will be the next person
to benefit from my help.

[ Knightley ]
Poor Miss Taylor, indeed !

It is Mr. Elton
who deserves our pity.

[ Chuckling ]

[ Emma ]
Mr. Elton !

Welcome to our party.

Miss Woodhouse, thank you indeed
for including me.

A party is a party.
But a party on a summer's eve, mmm !

It relieves my mind
very much that you are here.

For there is someone new in our group.
Her name is Harriet Smith.

And she is a former pupil
of Mrs. Goddard's.

I had never met Miss Smith
before this evening...

and I'm already struck
by her charm.

I wondered
if I might ask you...

to make certain she is at ease
throughout the evening.

If helping Miss Smith
would help Miss Woodhouse,

then I'm happy
to be of service.

Come.
I shall make the introduction.

Miss Woodhouse,
we come quite overpowered.

Oh, Mrs. Bates, Miss Bates.
So happy you could come.

[ Miss Bates ]
No ! We are the happy ones.

W-Well, how do you do,
Mr. Elton ?

We are the happy ones,
not only to be here tonight,

but for the beautiful
hindquarter of pork you sent us.

It has been heaven itself. What
a happy porker it must have come from !

We're so obliged
for your sending it to us.

Pork ! And we're so obliged
for your having us tonight.

Very much indeed. I was
just saying to Mother, we should
be obliged and indeed we are.

Oh, doesn't your hair look pretty ?
Just like an angel.

Angel, Mother !

Oh, speaking of angels,
Mr. Elton,

your sermon on Daniel in the lion's den
was so inspiring.

So powerful in all its particulars.
It left us speechless.

Quite speechless, I tell you.
We have not stopped talking of it since.

Isn't this a lovely party ?

Lovely ! Lovely ! Lovely !

Where will you live now that
you've completed your education ?

Mrs. Goddard has been kind enough
to let me stay on with her.

- She's a great help to me.
If you'll excuse me.
- [ Woodhouse ] Mrs. Goddard.

- Mr. Knightley.
- Ah, Emma. I wondered where you were.

But now I see you've been hard at work
making Mr. Elton comfortable.

Yes, but I've been remiss
in doing the one thing...

that shall bring him
the greatest enjoyment.

[ Emma ]
Mr. Elton.

May I present Miss Smith ?

Any friend of Miss Woodhouse is--

Mr. Weston, have you had
any news of your son ?

Oh, indeed.

Miss Smith, I was married
many years ago...

to a woman whose life
was lost to illness...

just three years after
the birth of our son, Frank.

As I could not see to my business
and care for the infant,

I allowed him to be brought up
by my wife's brother...

and his wife, the Churchills.

He lives in London now,
a young man,

and has never been here.

His aunt is not well and she
does not care to be without him.

His coming would be the final blessing
for our marriage.

How lucky to have been
twice blessed in marriage.

It has been my belief
that one loves only once.

I'm happy to be wrong.

[ Weston ]
Not so happy as l, Miss Smith.

I had the most pleasing letter from him
on the occasion of our marriage.

I have it here if anyone
would care to see it.

A most charming and kindly letter.
Don't you think so, Mother ?

Have, have you ever read
such a letter, Mr. Knightley ?

Do you know, this... this reminds me
of Jane's style somewhat.

It's a very delicate style
which is more usual in a woman,

but a good sign in a man,
I think.

Nicely expressed.

But it sounds as though he eats
a worrisome amount of custard.

It's not merely
the feeling in it.

The penmanship
is so confident.

-Isn't Miss Smith delightful ?
-I watched her with continuous pleasure.

She is uncertain in these surroundings,
yet I thought perhaps...

I could be of service to her, undertake
her introduction into Highbury society.

I could never presume
to guide her as you did me.

Oh !

But I might be able to share
a little of what I know.

She could ask
for nothing better.

Come, Mr. Weston,
I must write to your son.

Good night, Mr. Woodhouse.

[ Weston ]
Good night, Mr. Woodhouse.

Good night, Emma.
Thank you for a wonderful dinner.

- Good night, Miss Taylor.
- Good night, Mrs. Weston, Mr. Weston.

[ Weston ]
Good night.

Poor Miss Taylor.
She so obviously wanted to stay.

How interesting, Miss Smith. And what
kind of people are your parents ?

I do not know.

Mrs. Goddard has said that I cannot
know them and so I have left it at that.

Because of her attentions
over the years, Mrs. Goddard
has been my true guardian.

[ Gasps ] Hurry along, dear.
It's Miss Bates coming.

[ Emma ]
As it is Tuesday...

she will have a letter
from her niece Jane Fairfax,

and she will want to
read us every word.

- Oh, I do not know Miss Fairfax.
- There's not much to be said for her.

When pressed,
I say she is elegant.

[ Miss Bates Giggles ]

[ Miss Bates Chatting ]

[ Harriet ]
Besides you and Mrs. Goddard,

the only other people I know here
are the Martins of Abbey Mill Farm.

Mrs. Martin had two parlors
and an upper maid and eight cows !

Mr. Martin used to cut fresh flowers
every day. [ Gasps ]

[ Emma ] How lucky for Mrs. Martin
to have such an agreeable husband !

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, Mr. Martin
is not her husband. He is her son.

Ahh ! I see.

And he is...

unmarried.

Mmm. Though
I cannot understand why.

He seems perfect
in every particular.

He brought me walnuts once,
and went three miles to get them...

just because he heard me
say I liked them.

Wasn't that kind ?
[ Gasps ]

[ Emma ] Tell me more about Mr. Martin.
Is he a man of information ?

[ Harriet ] Oh, yes.
He reads the agricultural reports.

And I recommended he read The Romance
of the Forest, and he said he would.

And what sort of looking man
is he ?

Mmm. I thought him
very plain at first,

but I do not think so now.

Have you never seen him
when he is in town ?

A family like the Martins...

are precisely the sort of people
with whom I have nothing to do.

A degree or two lower, and I might
be useful to their families.

But a farmer
needs none of my help...

and is therefore as much
above my notice as he is below it.

- In fact--
- Miss Woodhouse, there he is now !

- How do I look ?
- Fine, dear.

Good enough I'm sure
for Mr. Martin.

Good day. This is a bit
of a chance, isn't it ?

Good day, Mr. Martin. Miss Woodhouse,
may I present Mr. Martin ?

- This is Miss Woodhouse.
- Good day. How do you do ?

Oh. Were you able to find
The Romance of the Forest ?

Oh, blast ! I forgot.

But I go again tomorrow,

and I will make every effort
to get that thought into my head.

How's your mother ?

[ Thinking ] Really, Harriet,
we can do better than this.

[ Emma ]
lf you pull this way, dear,

you'll find it makes
a neater stitch.

Of course !

May I ask what you thought
of my friend, Robert Martin ?

Well, dear,

I imagined him
a degree nearer gentility.

True. He's not so genteel
as Mr. Knightley, but--

No !

Not one in a hundred men
has "gentleman"...

so plainly written across him
as Mr. Knightley.

But let us judge him next to
another man. Oh, say... Mr. Elton.

Mr. Elton is a fine man.

Thoughtful in ways
Mr. Martin can never be.

Miss Woodhouse, whatever his faults,
Mr. Martin is thoughtful.

I see.

Did he take your advice and get
the book you asked him to read ?

Um--

Well... no.

Yes.

Yes !

I wonder that he
did not remember it.

Oh, well.

Mr. Elton said something very kind
about you the other day.

- Can you not tell me what it was ?
- Oh !

It is not my place to intrude
in personal matters.

But, as your friend, I could
make an exception if you wish.

[ Elton ] Miss Smith
was always a beautiful creature.

But the attractions
you have added are far superior.

Oh, I have done very little.

If it were admissible
to contradict a lady--

I cannot take credit for her beauty,
nor her sweetness, nor--

An idea has just dropped into my mind,
surely from heaven itself.

What if you were to exercise
your artistic talents...

and draw a portrait
of Miss Smith ?

How I would love
to watch you draw her.

Mr. Elton, my skills
are slender indeed,

and we must not forget
how shy Miss Smith is.

Oh.

Do you think it would help
if I asked her to pose ?

Oh, Miss Woodhouse,
may I look, please ?

I cannot wait another second.

Incredible.

You have expressed her
completely.

Mr. Elton, really !

You exaggerate.

[ Elton ]
lndeed, I do not. Nor cannot.

The reason I have not done
a portrait in so long...

is because the spouse
always complains.

As there are no husbands or wives here,
I trust I may proceed safely.

No husbands or wives...
at present, Miss Woodhouse.

You've made her too tall.

It... may not be Miss Smith's height
in terms of measurement,

but it is surely the height
of her character.

My dear, I would paint
a shawl on her...

as one can't help feeling
that she will catch cold.

Otherwise,
it is quite splendid.

It only wants a suitable frame.

We will have to get it to London.

Might I be entrusted
with such a commission ?

I would be gratified
more than words can express.

[ People Chatting, Cows Mooing,
Sheep Bleating ]

[ Tapping ]

He wants to marry me !
Would you mind reading this ?

Certainly not !
I cannot believe Mr. Elton proposed !

- He surely is--
- Not Mr. Elton. Mr. Martin, my friend !

Is it a good letter
or too... short ?

It is a good letter !

One of his sisters
must have helped him.

Yet, it is not in the style
of a woman.

Well, it is a good letter,
and you must answer it immediately.

He must have his disappointment
and move on.

Well, you think
I should refuse him ?

You did not plan to return an answer
favorable to this claim ?

No, I did not.

That is, I did not mean--

Um, well... I was not sure.
That is why I came to you.

- It's not my place to intrude !
- I depend so on what you think.

I would not advise you
for the world !

If you prefer Mr. Martin to every
other person you know, or may ever know,

if you think him the most agreeable man
you have ever been...

or ever will be in company with,
then why should you hesitate ?

But if you'll not influence me,
I must do as well as I can by myself.

So--

Well, I am determined to.

And I have really almost
made up my mind to...

refuse Mr. Martin ?

Oh, do you think that's right
or wrong ? ls it wrong ?

Now that you have decided, I will share
the feelings I kept you in suspense of.

I think you are perfectly right.

Yes. But--

Oh, dear, it will make
his mother and sisters most unhappy.

Let us think of
other mothers and sisters...

who may be more cheerfully
employed at this moment.

I believe Mr. Elton is showing your
picture to his mother and sisters...

telling them how the subject
is more beautiful than the portrait.

If he shows it, I am sure
it is only to praise your artistry.

If you are sure,
then you are surely wrong.

By showing it to them,
he is revealing his deeper intentions...

which may produce a letter
of his own.

Oh !

[ Knightley ]
Very well, I admit it.

You have improved
Harriet Smith.

I hope you're not
the only man to have noticed.

I'm not.

I believe your friend
will soon hear something serious.

Something to her advantage.

Who makes you his confidant ?

I have reason to believe
that Harriet Smith will soon receive...

an offer of marriage from a man
desperately in love with her.

Robert Martin.

He came here two evenings ago
to consult about it.

He's a tenant, you know,
and a good friend.

He asked whether it would be
imprudent of him to settle so early.

Whether she was too young
or whether he was beneath her.

Better questions for Mr. Martin
I could not have chosen myself.

I never hear better sense from anyone
than from Robert Martin.

He proved he could afford
to marry,

and I said
he could not do better.

No, indeed, he could not.

Come. I will tell you
something in return.

- He wrote to Harriet yesterday.
- Oh, yes ?

Yes. He was refused.

I'm not sure I understand.

He asked and she refused.

Then she is a greater simpleton
than I believed.

The most incomprehensible
thing in the world to a man...

is a woman who rejects
his offer of marriage.

I do not comprehend it
because it is madness.

- I hope you're wrong !
- I could not be. I saw her answer.

You saw her answer ?

Emma.

You wrote her answer,
didn't you ?

If I did,
I would have done no wrong.

He is not Harriet's equal.

- I agree, he is not her equal.
- Good.

He is her superior
in sense and situation.

What are Harriet Smith's claims
of birth or education...

that make her higher
than Robert Martin ?

She is the natural daughter
of nobody knows whom.

The advantage of the match
was entirely on her side.

What ? A farmer ?

Even with all his merit,
a match for my dear friend ?

It would be a degradation
for her to marry a person...

whom I could not admit
as my own acquaintance.

A degradation ?
For illegitimacy and ignorance...

to marry to a respected,
intelligent farmer ?

She is a gentleman's daughter.

Whoever her parents, they made no plans
to introduce her into good society.

She was left with Mrs. Goddard
for an indifferent education.

Her friends evidently thought this
was good enough for her, and it was.

And she thought so too
until you began to puff her up !

Vanity working on a weak mind
produces every kind of mischief.

Hmm. You dismiss her beauty
and good nature.

Yet I would be very much mistaken
if your sex in general...

does not think those claims
the highest a woman could possess.

Men of sense,
whatever you may say,

do not want silly wives.

Upon my word, Emma,

better be without sense
than misapply it as you do.

[ Whimpers ]

Try not to kill my dogs.

We see so differently on this point
that there can be no use canvassing it.

We shall only
make each other angry !

Ah, I see the tea is ready.

Let's stop and have some.

Clearly, Emma, you have someone else
in mind for your friend.

But if the gentleman
you dream of is Mr. Elton,

your labor is in vain.

As vicar, Elton is unlikely
to make an imprudent match,

especially to a girl of obscurity
who may bring him disgrace.

In unreserved moments,
when only men are present,

I have heard him speak of a large family
of young ladies from Bath...

who all have 20,000 pounds apiece.

Believe me when I tell you
that he may talk sentimentally,

but he will act rationally.

If I had my heart set
on Mr. Elton,

then your opening my eyes
would have been a kind service.

- But I care only to watch her grow.
- No more, please ! No more.

[ Applause ]

Bravo.

Thank you, Charles.

- Mr. Elton.
- Hmm ?

Harriet is collecting
riddles for a little book,

and we knew you would come up
with something cunning.

No, no, no.
I'm not nearly clever enough.

Emma, you didn't ask me
to contribute a riddle.

Your entire personality is a riddle.
I thought you overqualified.

[ Chuckling ]

- Whoa. Stand.
- Good morning, Miss Woodhouse.

Morning, Peter.

This just came from Mr. Elton.

He claims it is a riddle
for your collection,

but I think it is much better !

- Is it about sharks ?
- For heaven's sake, why would
he write a riddle about sharks ?

Oh, please, I'm in a tremor.
Tell me what it means.

We shall read it aloud
so that we may decipher it.

"For Miss--"

I think we can safely
put in Smith.

Line one. "My first displays
the wealth and pomp of kings,

Iords of the earth
their luxury and ease."

- A king displays his pomp in court.
- Court.

Next line.
"Another view of man, my second brings;

behold him there,
the monarch of the seas !"

- That is ?
- A mermaid ? A trident ?

- Oh, do you think we shall ever know ?
- Ship, dear.

The thing which brings
the "king of the sea" is a ship.

Now for the cream.
"But are united."

- The two terms should be united !
- Um--

The ship and court--

Court--

Courtship.
He writes to me about courtship ?

Harriet, I think we can have no doubt
as to Mr. Elton's intentions.

You are his desire.

The only thing remaining
is for him to find the perfect
opportunity to offer proof.

We must find a way
for the two of you to be alone.

Let's read it again and again !

I only wish Mr. Knightley would walk by
so that he could read it.

[ Giggling ]

- Good afternoon !
- Good day, Miss Woodhouse.

Mrs. Clark, how are we ?

- Mustn't grumble.
- No better ?

[ Mrs. Clark ]
What have you brought us ?

[ Baby Crying ]

[ Coughing ]

[ Baby Crying Continues ]

I am sorry
I was not more help.

I'm always afraid I will somehow
make a sick person worse.

Not at all !

[ Children Laughing ]

[ Gasps ] Look, Harriet.
Mr. Elton's house.

[ Sighs ] Oh, pity I cannot
contrive a reason for us to go in.

I do so wonder, Miss Woodhouse,
that you're not married.

I have no inducements
to marry.

I lack neither fortune
nor position,

and never could I be so important
in a man's eyes as I am in my father's.

But to be an old maid
like Miss Bates.

She is a poor old maid,

and it is only poverty
which makes celibacy contemptible.

A single woman of good fortune
is always respectable.

[ Gasps ]

- Mr. Elton !
- Mr. Elton.

Miss Woodhouse ! Miss Smith !

How fortunate !

I was just on my way
to visit the Clarks.

- We were just there.
- Oh.

Harriet was kind enough
to let me join her.

Ah, Miss Woodhouse--

Um, may I escort you home ?

Indeed !

[ Sighs ]
Harriet,

tell Mr. Elton
what you did at the Clarks.

Oh.

Um--

Well, she seemed to have
the chills, so Miss Woodhouse--

Watched...

as Harriet tucked
that poor lady in,

warming her with a blanket
and her kind nature.

- Tell him about the soup, dear.
- The soup ?

- [ Cat Screeches ]
- Oh ! Sorry.

Oh, well,
I couldn't really say.

- [ Elton ] Don't be so modest.
- [ Harriet ] Um, well,

- I heated some--
- Soup ?

- Yes, soup.
- Oh, dear ! Oh !

My lace. Oh.

Please have the goodness to go on
and I will rejoin you as soon as I can.

[ Harriet ] Well, after having
fed her the soup, I lifted her up,

- and carried her to the, uh--
- Chair ?

- [ Harriet ] Fire.
- The fire.

Good afternoon.
Where are you off to ?

To town, ma'am,
to get some broth.

Would you let me
walk with you ?

Dear, must we walk
so quickly ?

- Mum said I should hurry.
- Would you like to play a game ?

- Do you mean it ?
- I do. I swear I do.

- Oh, it's too wonderful !
- I love--

[ Thinking ]
Can this be ? The declaration ?

I simply love...
celery root !

[ Elton ] And what
should they be serving but...

[ Together Laughing ]
celery root !

[ Woodhouse ]
Emma, be careful ! The baby !

It might have an infection.

- This may be the finest Knightley yet.
- Thank you.

You and lsabella should
have brought her sooner.

And she looks so fetching
in the arms of her aunt.

[ John ] Yes, don't they make
a splendid pair ?

[ Woodhouse ]
The journey from London, how was it ?

If you accepted adults with
as little whim as you do these children,

we might always agree.

How fascinating that
any discordancy between us...

must always arise
from my being wrong.

Not fascinating,
but true.

Perhaps it has something to do
with the gap in our ages.

I was 16 years old
when you were born.

Undoubtedly
you're my superior then.

But hasn't the lapse of 21 years
closed the gap ?

Narrowed it.

[ Laughing ]

Come, dear Emma, let us be friends
and quarrel no more.

Very well.

And might I say that we were both right
as far as good intentions went.

I only hope Mr. Martin
was not too disappointed.

Hmm.
No man could be more so.

I'm very sorry.

Come...
shake hands with me.

- [ Charles ] Dinner is served.
- [ Woodhouse ] Good.

John.

Sister, dear, when shall we meet
your new friend, Miss Smith ?

She will be with us on Friday
at the Weston's Christmas Eve party.

It looks as though it will be
a very rewarding holiday for her.

[ Elton ] I am so looking forward
to this evening.

A party is a party,
but a Christmas party !

Where is Miss Smith ?

I have some sad news.

Miss Smith is ill and cannot
be with us this evening.

Sad loss to our party.

She will be missed
at every moment.

However, I feel,
and I hope you will concur...

that small parties are the best.

I would rather fall short by two
than exceed by two.

And how fortunate...

that the snow comes now
instead of yesterday when it might
have made our party impossible.

Now that would have been a real cause
for sadness, would it not ?

- Yes, would you like a whiskey ?
- Not at the moment.

Oh, thank you, thank you, yes.

Weather of this severity
is no friend of mine, I fear.

I know that too well,
Mr. Woodhouse.

My son Frank has written
and told us something most exciting.

- Miss Woodhouse, are you warm enough ?
- Yes, thank you.

- When did you receive his news ?
- The letter arrived today.

And on the opening we had the most
wonderful surprise. Frank said--

Some of the other ladies were saying
they were not warm enough.

I am quite comfortable.
Yes.

I saw how close you were to the fire and
thought perhaps you might be too warm.

Mr. Elton, I am in
the perfect state of warmness.

[ Weston ] At first
I could not believe it,

so I asked Mrs. Weston
to read the letter herself...

to make sure I was not dreaming,
but indeed Frank said--

Miss Woodhouse, is there
any effort I might make...

on behalf of your father's comfort ?

You are very kind, but I can only
imagine that he's quite comfortable.

Thank you for being
so thoughtful.

No. Thank you
for thinking I am thoughtful.

I wondered if perhaps...

you might be so kind
as to bring me some punch ?

I only hope I can complete
the task quickly enough.

Please... I could not enjoy it
if I knew that you had hurried.

[ Miss Bates ]
Thrilling. Simply thrilling news.

- And that was the end of the letter.
- [ Sighs ]

[ Miss Bates ] Cranberry, Mother.
It will soon be spring.

Emma, I'm not sure I had
your attention earlier...

with others so desirous
of your company,

but I wanted to tell you
that Frank is coming at last.

I so look forward
to meeting him,

that is if you can bear
to share him.

That is if his aunt will share him
with us. That's what this depends on.

She has said yes,
but has not given a date.

Very prudent. This weather is by no
means clement for the traveler abroad.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

- I hope I'm not intruding.
- No.

But I cannot stop thinking
of Miss Smith's condition.

She will be happy to know
of your concern.

How could I
not be concerned ?

The whole situation
is most alarming.

There is nothing worse
than a sore throat.

Its effects
are exceedingly bleak.

And that is why I must,

in the presence of your friend,
ask you to stop visiting her.

- What ?
- You are putting yourself at risk...

and we cannot allow that,
can we, Knightley ?

- I mean, is this fair ?
- [ Woodhouse Coughs ]

Have I not some right
to complain ?

[ John ] Emma, the weather's
distressing your father.

He wants to leave. Isabella and I
will take him home now in our carriage.

- Will you--
- Not to worry, sir.

- I will insure that
your sister-in-law is safe.
- Thank you.

[ Mrs. Weston ]
Mr. Weston ?

Come, Mr. Woodhouse.
Let's wrap you up warmly.

- Certainly the weather has--
- Miss Woodhouse, please !

- Fate has left us alone for a reason.
- Release my hand !

I do not seize your hand so much as
the opportunity to declare that l--

- Good heavens, go back !
- Please.

I am hoping--

No, fearing--

Ready to die
if you refuse me.

Surely my ardent attachment
to you,

my love and passion cannot help
but have made an impression, and now--

- Mr. Elton, this is l, Miss Woodhouse.
- Mm-hmm.

The party spirit
has confused you.

I am happy to deliver
your message to Miss Smith.

- You must direct no more of it to me.
- Miss Smith ?

What sort of message would I want
to send to her ? [ Laughing ]

- Miss Smith ?
- Mr. Elton, the wine has weakened you.

If the wine has had any effect,
it has been to strengthen my will
to tell you I love you !

My astonishment is beyond
anything I can express.

For you to address me in this manner
after your behavior to Miss Smith--

I never cared whether Miss Smith
were dead or alive,

except that she was your friend.

Who can think of Miss Smith
when Miss Woodhouse is near ?

Oh, no.

Everything I have said or done
has been to prove my adoration for you.

Why else would I go to London
to have your picture framed ?

[ Groans ]

[ Whispering ]
Allow me to--

Allow me to interpret the silence.
You have long understood me.

Sit back and kindly refrain
from the intimacy of whispering !

Am I to understand that you never sought
to recommend yourself to Miss Smith ?

How can you be surprised ? Did you
not understand the riddle I wrote ?

That was for Harriet !

I most obviously did not address it
to her, and left it at your home.

But-- Oh.

She's a very good sort of girl. I'm sure
there are men who would not object to--

Everybody has their level.

But I need not so totally despair
of an equal alliance...

as to address myself
to Miss Smith.

- Sir.
- No !

I sought to recommend myself
to you through those visits.

Sir, I have seen you only
as the admirer of my friend.

I cannot believe that.

- It is well that the mistake
ends where it does.
- It is her mistake.

- It is mine as well.
- She will manage her disappointment.

Leave her out of it.

How do you feel
about what I have said ?

Mr. Elton,

any hopes I had with regard to you
were for Harriet...

and Harriet alone.

- [ Door Opens, Closes ]
- My dear child.

- What is it ?
- Oh, Miss Taylor-- Mrs. Weston.

There has been an overthrow of
everything I've been wishing for...

for Harriet and Mr. Elton.

A development most unwelcome,
most painful.

Oh, dear !

You will not believe it,
but...

Mr. Elton,
now prepare yourself, but--

Mr. Elton
is in love with you.

You knew ?

I had my suspicions,
but the party confirmed it.

The worst of it is that I
persuaded her to care for him.

Had I not done that, I could bear
anything, but it was I and I alone.

- Even Mr. Knightley warned me.
- Mr. Knightley ?

He was very cross because
I had urged Harriet to reject
a proposal from Robert Martin.

- That nice farmer ?
- At least there I was right.

Well done, Emma !

But otherwise I have made
a dreadful mistake.

I sought to bring two people together
and I shall never do it again. Never !

[ Sighs ]
That poor girl.

She'll recover.
She's young.

I wish I could ease the pain
of this for her, but I have no idea
who might be right for her.

- William Coxe ?
- Emma !

Too pert ?

My dear, you said you would never
try to match anyone again.

Yes. Indeed.

I just wish there were some way I
could soften the news when I tell her.

I'm afraid the best way is always
the most straightforward.

Yes.

I suppose I'll just say,
"Harriet--"

I have some news
about Mr. Elton.

He--

- He's had to leave town.
- Why ?

In his letter to Father,

he wrote he is going to Bath
to relax and meet new people.

And this brings me
to something most unpleasant.

Miss Woodhouse, nothing you could
ever say would be unpleasant.

This is, for I must acknowledge
myself grossly mistaken...

on the one subject which
has occupied us for some time past.

Mr. Elton ?

While expressing his fervent
admiration for you as a person,

it is unhappily I
who have captured his fancy.

Naturally I do not return
the feelings,

but that does not make it
any less of an embarrassment.

And I place the responsibility
for this directly on my own shoulders.

Oh, no !

I have always felt that I did not
deserve Mr. Elton's affections...

so I cannot blame him
for believing the same.

And I could never blame you,

for only so kind a friend would
have ever dreamed it possible.

Harriet,

I had always hoped that I might
have something to teach you.

Now I see I should be lucky
to resemble you in any small way.

They have just been weaned.
I thought you might enjoy them.

They cannot help
but lift the spirits.

Do you suppose Mr. Elton is meeting
young ladies while he is away ?

I do not know.
Feel her paws.

I would not blame him.

I wonder when he will return.

Dear, you must try to empty your mind
of Mr. Elton, really.

Oh, yes, I'm sorry.
It was kind of you to invite me.

Look at her eyes !

Mr. Elton had brown eyes too.

- [ Crying ]
- Oh ! Harriet,

there is only one place I
can think of where you will not
be able to speak of Mr. Elton.

Indeed, you may not
be able to speak at all.

Oh, Miss Woodhouse,
what a special, special treat !

It's so lovely of you to come
and visit us. Isn't it, Mother. Treat ?

[ Miss Bates ] But the best of it is,
the best of it is...

that we were just speaking of a topic
that would interest you both.

[ Thinking ] Please do not let it be
a letter from that ninny Jane Fairfax.

[ Miss Bates ] Yes, here it is,
a letter from Mrs. Cole...

who has news of Mr. Elton !
[ Giggles ]

Um, now.

Yes, here we are.
"He has been the toast...

of every young lady's eye."

[ Miss Bates ] Of course that can
be of no surprise to any of us.

Oh dear, Miss Smith, you look pale.
You must be hungry.

Let me get you some cake.
Isn't it nice to have visitors, Mother ?

[ Miss Bates Laughs ]
The most amusing thing just happened.

Mother was asking about Jane Fairfax,
asking if there was any news from her,

even though she said she knew
it was not Jane's day for writing.

Remember, Mother ? Not Jane's day !
Oh, napkin. Sorry.

You see, we always have a letter
from Jane on Tuesdays,

and today, as you must know,
is Thursday.

So I said, "Mother, we have had
a letter from Jane this very morning."

And Mother said,
"But it's Thursday !" [ Giggles ]

Well, you see, Jane writes on Tuesdays
and this is Thursday.

And, um, I said,
"Upon my honor !"

[ Giggling ]

Here you are, Miss-- Oh, napkin.
Sorry. There you are.

And might you summarize the letter
in your own delightful words ?

Oh, and cheat you out of the pleasure
of hearing it, Miss Woodhouse,

as only Jane can put things ?

Upon my honor, I would not.
Where's that letter ? Yes, here it is.

[ Miss Bates ]
Um, and now. Oh, yes.

The bad news is she has a cold.

Oh, no !

Oh, yes. But the good news
far outweighs it. Far, far, far !

She is coming to visit !

You must be here to help us with her,
Miss Woodhouse, when she comes...

because it wouldn't
be a proper visit otherwise.

You must sit right where you are.
And, and you must say--

We are so glad
to have you with us.

How were you able
to get away ?

The Campbells have gone
to lreland on a holiday.

So I've come here, which
is better than any holiday.

[ Thinking ] Mmm.
She is more giving than I expected.

Tell Miss Woodhouse
whom you saw in Weymouth.

Frank Churchill. That's whom she saw.
Mr. Frank Churchill !

Oh, we hear much of him, but have
never seen him. Was he handsome ?

Many say he is.

- Was he agreeable ?
- He was in no way disagreeable.

Was he a man of information ?

All his statements
seemed correct.

[ Thinking ]
I take it back. She is--

Absolutely impossible !

She wouldn't tell me anything
about Frank Churchill.

Why should you care so much
about Frank Churchill ?

I was merely being sociable,
that's all, and she was not.

Perhaps you dislike her because
she divides our attentions from you.

[ Laughs ] Really, Mr. Knightley,
you are so comical.

You ought to perform
in the town square.

Oh, I have some news.
And I know how you like news.

Oh, yes !
I always like news.

Mr. Elton
is going to marry.

I don't know what to say,
except that I am--

In a state
of complete shock !

- You've heard ?
- About what ?

Oh ! Never mind.

[ Harriet ]
I was on my way here for our visit.

It started raining, so I ducked
into Ford's to wait it out.

- Miss Smith.
- Miss Smith.

Good day, Mr. Ford,
Mr. Ford.

[ Harriet Continues ] As I admired
some fabric, who should come in...

but Elizabeth Martin
and her brother.

I thought I should have fainted.
They saw me and began whispering.

- [ Gasps ]
- And then, oh, Miss Woodhouse,

I really could not believe this.
She came up to me and spoke ! She said--

I'm sorry we never meet now.

- And I said--
- You are too kind.

Then I saw that he,
Mr. Martin,

my Mr. Martin,
was coming toward me.

- Good day, Miss Smith.
- Good day, Mr. Martin.

I managed to read The Romance
of the Forest. It was very good.

Finally I said I had to go.
But then he followed me.

I was not three steps outside
and he said--

Miss Smith !

You better go
by Mr. Cole's stable.

The near way is flooded.

Thank you.

[ Sighs ] Miss Woodhouse,
do talk and make me comfortable again.

[ Thinking ] I suppose this
would not be the right time...

to mention that Mr. Elton
is engaged.

This was awkward because
it was the first time...

- you've seen Mr. Martin
since refusing his proposal.
- No.

You, and I must say he,
behaved very well !

Now, the kindest thing
you can do for yourself...

is to put Mr. Martin
out of your head for good.

Yes, I will.

I shall do so immediately.

- He's behind me now. [ Giggles ]
- Wonderful !

I thought I might sketch the puppies.
Would you join me ?

Oh, yes, please !

It was awfully kind of him
to warn me about the flooding.

- Yes, dear.
- He got his coat wet
coming out to tell me.

That's the coat Mrs. Martin
gave him for his birthday.

I do hope he does not catch cold.

[ Clanking Sound ]

Oh, good heavens.

[ Laughing ]

Is your horse just washing his feet or
are there darker forces at work here ?

[ Laughing ]
The latter, I'm afraid.

Something has happened
to the wheel and I cannot move.

You'll just have to live here then.
Bye, bye.

I suppose that won't do.

I'll help you home.

Thank you so much, Mr.--

Churchill.
Frank Churchill.

A name I know as well as my own
so long I have heard it spoken.

Your father's wife
was my governess.

Then you are Miss Woodhouse !

How delightful.
I, I hear of nothing but you.

The last I heard from Mrs. Weston,
you were not due 'til tomorrow.

It is always a pleasure to come in on
one's friends before the lookout begins.

I would not presume to do so
in most cases,

but I felt in coming home,
I might be forgiven.

Then you have not seen them ?

We shall have to go there first.
They will be overjoyed.

Overjoyed, I think,
that we are both there together.

As I am.

Oh, Miss Woodhouse,
have you heard ?

- Frank Churchill is here !
- Yes ! ln fact...

- I met him yesterday.
- No ?

Yes. He did me quite
a service when my horse--

Is he handsome ?
ls he everything everyone says he is ?

I have not yet seen him myself,
though, um, Jane saw him...

and she said he was
not at all unpleasant to look at.

I suppose I shan't see him
until the Cole's party...

which seems like
such an age from now.

But I'm sure, simply sure,
will be upon us before...

well, we are sufficiently prepared.
[ Giggles ]

Has an invitation arrived
for a party at the Cole's ?

No, thank heaven !

The Coles are nice people, but we
should have to go outside to get there.

Of course we shall have to decline
as they are beneath us.

But I don't wish them
to hope falsely.

[ Footsteps ]

- Has James brought the letters yet ?
- I don't know.

I never pay any attention
to the mail.

Why do they not write ?

Perhaps they know
I must reject them.

Still, as close friends
of the Westons,

they should have the courtesy
to extend the invitation.

Unless they don't want me.
But I cannot--

Tell you how delighted I am
to have been invited, Mrs. Cole.

- [ Churchill ] lsn't it handsome ?
- Thank you.

But from today there's
a much prettier one in town.

- It has been sent to Jane Fairfax.
- Really ? Who sent it to her ?

That's the exciting part ! There was
no identification of the donor.

- Must be from Colonel Campbell.
- Jane's parents died.

And the Bates, of course, are quite
without the resources to, you know.

And Colonel Campbell was
a great friend of her father's,

so he and his family
have raised her.

Well, then they must have sent it.

Jane has just had a letter from them,
and not a word was said of it.

Perhaps it's a surprise.

We expect Miss Fairfax soon.
Perhaps she may know more.

Why do you smile ?

I'm smiling because I wonder
if there's anyone else...

whom we should suspect of being
Miss Fairfax's musical patron ?

- Do you know her ?
- Oh, yes, she's very elegant. Yes.

Colonel Campbell's daughter, Mrs. Dixon,
is Miss Fairfax's dearest friend,

so perhaps Mrs. Dixon
sent the piano.

Mrs. Dixon ?
That makes sense.

As much sense do you think
as Mr. Dixon ?

I cannot help suspecting that
after his proposal to Miss Campbell,

a sweet
but rather a plain girl,

Mr. Dixon fell in love with Miss Fairfax
who is, after all--

Very elegant, yes.
But what makes you say that ?

Well, she must think so too.

That is why she did not go
on the holiday with the Campbells.

Instead she came here.
Do you see ?

Now that Mr. Dixon has married into
the Campbells, he would have been there.

I think that in coming here,
Miss Fairfax was telling Mr. Dixon...

that she wanted to forget him.

And I think with the pianoforte,
Mr. Dixon wasn't allowing her to.

[ Mrs. Cole ] Mrs. Bates, Miss Bates,
do come in. Welcome to our house.

Of course it's just a theory.

But let us see how she reacts at some
time if we say the name, Mr. Dixon.

My dear, do you know how Miss Bates
and Jane Fairfax came here tonight ?

Mr. Knightley
sent his carriage.

Well, yes, he's very kind.

You give him credit for more
disinterested benevolence than l.

A suspicion has darted into my head
which I simply cannot get rid of.

Mr. Knightley and
Jane Fairfax are a couple.

[ Laughs ] Mrs. Weston, do not
take to matchmaking. You do it ill.

Jane Fairfax and Mr. Knightley ?
Every feeling revolts !

- Apart from every other--
- [ Mrs. Weston ] Oh, my goodness !

What if the pianoforte
is from Mr. Knightley ?

You have taken up an idea and run wild
with it. He is not even with her.

[ Emma ]
She is with Frank, poor man.

Perhaps the two of them stay apart
publicly to keep it a secret.

[ Gasps ] Hush, friend.
Here comes-- Mr. Cole !

Miss Woodhouse, would you do us
the honor of trying our pianoforte ?

Oh.

I fear I lack the talent.

Perhaps I should ask
Miss Fairfax ?

*music**music* [ Piano ]

*music* Did you not hear my lady *music*

*music* Go down the garden singing *music*

*music* Blackbird and thrush
were silent *music*

*music* To hear the earlies ringing *music*

*music* Oh, saw you not my lady *music*

*music* Out in the garden there *music*

*music* Shaming the rose and lily *music*

*music* For she is twice as fair *music*

*music* Though I am nothing to her *music*

*music* Though she must rarely
look at me *music*

*music* And though
I could never woo her *music*

*music* I'll love her 'til I die *music*

[ Together ]
*music* Surely you heard my lady *music*

*music* Go down the garden singing *music*

*music* Silencing all the songbirds *music*

*music* And setting the earlies ringing *music*

*music* But surely you see my lady *music*

*music* Out in the garden there *music*

*music* Rivalling
the glittering sunshine *music*

*music* With the glory
of golden hair *music**music*

[ Guests Muttering,
Applauding ]

Excuse me.

Do you know that piece
from The Beggar's Opera ?

- [ Jane ] Oh, yes.
- Shall we ?

*music**music* [ Piano ]

*music* Virgins are like
the fair flower *music*

*music* ln its luster *music*

*music* Which in the garden *music*

*music* Enamels the ground *music*

[ Churchill ]
*music* Near it the bees in play *music*

*music* Flutter and cluster *music*

*music* And gaudy butterflies *music*

*music* Frolic around *music*

- *music**music* [ Singing Continues ]
- Isn't she playing marvelously ?

Yes.

How sweet to have lent
your carriage to her...

so that her fingers would
be warm enough for the performance.

- Your playing was lovely.
- [ Sighs ]

- Much inferior to Miss Fairfax's.
- No !

No.
It was... very elegant.

[ Churchill ]
*music* Rots, stinks and dies *music**music*

Was not that sweet of the Campbells
to give her so generous a gift ?

I don't approve of surprises.

The pleasure is never enhanced,
and the inconvenience is considerable.

- [ Guests Applauding ]
- Bad judgment on the Campbell's part.

Miss Fairfax,
shall we sing another ?

That fellow thinks of nothing
but showing off.

Jane will sing herself hoarse.
Miss Bates ?

- Yes, Mr. Knightley ?
- You must put a stop to this.

- She'll make herself ill.
- Oh, do you think so ?

- Yes.
- Well, I shall. Jane ?

- [ Jane ] Yes, Aunt ?
- Dear, I wonder if I
might say a word to you...

before you and Mr. Churchill
begin another song.

Your voice is so lovely, Jane,

I think you should make every--

[ Churchill ]
Miss Woodhouse,

you must forgive my intrusion,
but my aunt has become ill.

It is nothing serious,
but my presence might bring her solace.

Therefore, I must return. And although
I expect my father at any moment,

I could not leave
without stopping here.

Not even five minutes to spare for your
friends, Miss Fairfax and Miss Bates ?

- How unlucky !
- No. I stopped there on my way here.

After all their kindness,
I don't wish to slight them.

But it is not the Bates nor my aunt
that occupies my thoughts...

as I prepare to leave.

There is something much more personal
that I must say to you.

I think you can hardly be without
suspicion that I have developed...

certain feelings for someone
of a most tender and devoted nature,

which so far
I have striven to hide.

Yet you have always made me feel
so wonderfully at ease,

such a friend,
since my very arrival...

that it not longer seems honorable
to keep them from you.

In short, Miss Woodhouse,
I cannot help but say to you--

[ Charles ]
Mr. Weston.

[ Churchill ] Mrs. Weston
has promised to correspond.

The blessings of a female correspondent
when one wants news.

In her letters
I shall be at Highbury,

and here again... with you.

[ Emma Thinking ]
Well, he loves me.

He was on the verge of telling me
when his father burst in.

I felt listless after he left
and had some sort of headache,

so I must be in love as well.

I must confess I expected love
to feel somewhat different than this.

I may determine how deep a love
I feel through his absence.

How I wish he would be here tomorrow
because there is a grim job to be done.

Mr. Elton is bringing
his new wife to tea.

Oh, you know, your home
reminds me of Maple Grove,

- which is the seat
of my brother, Mr. Suckling.
- Suckling.

- The hall? And the size of the rooms?
- Yes.

I'm really quite struck by it.

- I almost fancy myself there.
- [ Chuckles ]

[ Emma ]
I'm glad you can feel so at ease.

My brother and sister will
be enchanted with this place.

[ Chuckles ]

People who have extensive grounds are
always pleased to meet other people...

with extensive grounds.

I'm afraid you overrate Hartfield.
Surrey is full of beauties.

Don't tell me about Surrey ! I always
say it is "the garden of England."

Yes, but many counties
are called that.

Oh ? I fancy not.

I never heard any county
but Surrey called so.

Mmm. Hmm.

Oh ! Ah.

Well, I know little
of other places.

We are...
a quiet set of people.

- More disposed to stay at home.
- Yes.

Your father's health must be a great
drawback to your seeing the country.

Why does he not try Bath ?
It would do him the world of good !

He has... tried it before
without receiving any benefit.

Oh, it will do him good
if only to improve his spirits,

which, I understand,
are sometimes much depressed.

You must take him !
A line from me and...

you would have some of
the best society in the place.

And my particular friend there,
Mrs. Partridge--

Thank you, but our going to Bath
is out of the question.

Mrs. Elton, I have not
asked you if you are musical,

and that is because
your reputation has preceded you.

Oh, well--

All the town knows
you are a superior performer.

- Well, I am dotingly fond of music.
- Yes, my wife--

And my friends say I'm not
entirely devoid of taste.

In fact, I told Mr. "E"
when he asked me to marry,

I said I did not have to have
two carriages as I did before,

and I could even accept
a smaller house.

My house before was
a good deal roomier, I assure you.

But, no, the world
is not necessary to me...

because I am blessed
with so many resources... in here.

"But," said l, "without music
my life would be a blank."

In fact, you and I
must establish a musical club !

We could have regular meetings
at your house or ours.

Because I don't want
to give up my talent.

- Do I ?
- Mrs. Elton,

I am certain it would take something
more dramatic than a change of towns...

to dislodge a thing
as great as your talent.

[ Laughing ] Oh, well,
I myself don't call it great.

I only know that
my friends think so.

- [ Clears Throat ]
- [ Sighs ]

Ooh ! Mmm.

We met the Westons.

Mmm, she is already
a favorite with me.

And I was astonished
that she was so ladylike !

Was she not your governess ?

Mrs. Weston's modest propriety
makes her a model for any woman.

Do you know who came in
while we were there ?

I cannot imagine.

Knightley.

Knightley ?

Knightley !
Mr. "E's" friend.

Well, there's one friend
of whom he need not be ashamed.

Quite the gentleman.

[ Thinking ]
Knightley ?

- Never seen him before
and she called him Knightley !
- I saw her at church.

- She seemed--
- Vulgar ? Base ? Conceited ? Crass ?

- How do you do, Mrs. Starr ?
- Good morning, Miss Woodhouse.

She actually seemed pleased to discover
that Mr. Knightley was a gentleman.

I doubt he'll return the compliment
and find her a lady.

- Mr. Simons, good morning.
- Morning, Miss Woodhouse.

She proposed that we form
a musical club.

Is it possible
that Mr. Elton met her...

while doing charitable work
in a mental infirmary ?

[ Sighs ]

There is only one thing to do
with a person as impossible as she.

- What ?
- I must throw a party for her,

otherwise everyone will feel at once
how much I dislike her.

[ Sighs ]

We're so excited about the party.

Do you know whom I just adore ?

- Who I want to wrap up
and put in my pocket ?
- Knightley ?

Jane Fairfax ! Oh ! Ah !

I rave about her.

Do you know what
I admire most about her ?

She's timid.
I'm a great advocate for timidity.

But I daresay you know
the lines of the poet:

"Full many a flower
is born to blush unseen."

We must not allow them
to be verified by sweet Jane.

There is no danger of that.
The Campbells take great care of her.

Whatever advantages she's got from the
Campbells have palpably come to an end.

But if you and I set the example,
many will follow.

Oh, we live in a style which could not
make the addition of Jane Fairfax...

the least inconvenient.

I'm simply going to adopt her,

and I think that you
should do it with me.

[ Emma ]
For the first time in my life,

I felt sorry
for Jane Fairfax.

Whatever she may have done,
she does not deserve Mrs. Elton.

Jane may be glad
of Mrs. Elton's attentions,

since they are available
from no one else.

She seems to receive
ample attention from you.

- Anyone may know my regard for her.
- Oh ?

- Do you know how high it is ?
- [ Clears Throat ]

Oh, so, you two
have been settling...

- that I should marry Jane Fairfax ?
- No !

You could not come and sit with us
if you were married.

Jane Fairfax
is a very charming young woman.

But she lacks an open temper,
which a man wishes for in a wife.

I have admiration for her,

but no thought beyond,
not at all.

No.
[ Chuckles ]

Ah, I see Mr. Weston is at home.
I'll go and see him.

Well, Mrs. Weston, what do you say
about your suspicions now ?

He's so very occupied with his
not being in love with her,

it seems certain that he is.

- Help yourself.
- Thank you.

It was most kind of you
to invite Jane Fairfax this evening.

Your words the other day
shamed me.

I have not tried as I should have.

You're capable of great kindness.

I fall short so often.

And I highly doubt
she will find this a kindness.

Jane, you're a very,
very fragile creature.

You pay no regard to the delicacy
of your constitution.

Jane. Knightley !

Help us ! Knightley !

Jane went to the post office
today in the rain...

at great peril to her health !

Oh, Jane, you sad girl !

This is a sign that I was
not there to take care of you.

Knightley !

Tell her. Tell her !

I'm sure she knows what
she can endure, Mrs. Elton.

But, of course.

Do take care of yourself.

Thank you.

Mr. Weston.

[ Woodhouse ] We had quite given you up.
I'm afraid we had to start without you.

Oh, forgive me, Mr. Woodhouse, Emma.
No, please.

The journey from London was especially
slow, or perhaps it just seemed so...

as I had some good news
that I was eager to share.

Frank's aunt is on the mend,

and Frank is taking a house
in Highbury.

Oh !

- [ Woodhouse ] Good news, indeed !
- [ Mrs. Elton ] Well, well, well.

I shall have to do something
with Mr. "E" to welcome him.

- [ Chuckling ] Mr. "E" ?
- Yes, indeed, we--

Highbury's a little different
since he left, you know.

There's been an addition,

if I may presume to call myself
an addition.

Uh, personally
I wouldn't presume to.

I'm simply quoting other people.

But I think Mr. Frank Churchill
will find one or two small changes...

in the vicinity since he last came
to visit his good father.

[ Thinking ]
Frank Churchill. Hmm.

I must own that I am not in love
with Frank. I have not thought of him...

since he left, except for the mention
Harriet made of him the other day.

Harriet ! And Frank !

Oh, wouldn't they be charming ?

[ Thinking ] It would so relieve me
to know Harriet was well taken care of.

Perhaps I can bring them
together at the ball.

Lucky the man who exchanges
Emma for Harriet.

I can think
of nothing less appealing...

than an evening
of watching other people dance.

- Go on !
- Then you shall have to dance yourself.

I have no taste for it.
I'd rather fetch that stick.

I'll try to remember
to bring it to the ball.

I just want to stay here
where it's cozy.

- Miss Woodhouse.
- Mr. Churchill !

I came early to see if I could
be of service to your father.

You're late. The whole party is here
to help my father prepare for the party.

- Even Hampstead.
- [ Laughing ]

- Are you waiting for someone ?
- Hmm, Mrs. Elton.

- Mrs. Elton ? Why ever for ?
- I hear much of her.

She is bringing Jane Fairfax
in the carriage.

Perhaps tonight we can finally
ask Jane Fairfax about Mr. Dixon.

Or did you acquire the courage
during my absence ?

Oh, is that they ?

Do, do excuse me.

- Frank just told me
the most fascinating thing.
- Tell me.

He's heard about Mrs. Elton
and he still wants to meet her.

I always say, always,

there is no place where the people
are as nice as in Highbury.

We were not two steps out of the
carriage, not two, it was possibly less,

when Frank Churchill,
he came bounding up.

He was bounding, I tell you,
to see if we needed any assistance.

- He is so obliging.
- [ Churchill ] Good evening, Mr. Cole.

Oh, Mr. Churchill, l, I was just telling
Miss Woodhouse and Mrs. Weston...

how obliging you are.

I, I shall never forget your kindness,
not as long as I live.

Nor, well, nor shall Mother.

Since you replaced the rivet
in her spectacles,

not only have they been as good as new,
they have been better.

[ Giggling ]
We are so obliged.

Oh, look ! lsn't this room
just like a fairyland ?

How do you like Jane's hair ?
She did it herself.

Oh, look ! There are the Hugheses.
I must go and say hello.

*music**music* [ Instruments Tuning ]

[ Bow Tapping ]

*music**music* [ Dance ]

Harriet is all alone.

Do you not dance,
Mr. Elton ?

Most readily, Mrs. Weston,
if you will be my partner.

Dear me, I'm no dancer.
Let me find a better partner for you.

Though I am
an old married man,

I should enjoy dancing
with Mrs. Gilbert.

Mrs. Gilbert told me she does not
mean to dance this evening,

but I do see a young lady whom I
should like to see dancing: Miss Smith.

[ Elton ]
Miss Smith.

I had not observed her there.

Well, you're most obliging
to have pointed her out to me,

and were I not an old married man,
I should gladly do the job.

But my dancing days are over.

[ Applause ]

I can only say that at that moment
you took her to the floor...

I was proud
to call you my friend.

The Eltons are unpardonable.

I must say, they aim at wounding
more than just Harriet.

They seem to want to
snub you, too, Emma. Why ?

Certainly Mrs. Elton
has no reason to dislike you.

Confess now, old friend.

You did want him
to marry Harriet.

I did, and they
cannot forgive me.

Oh, dear. How could I have
made such a misjudgment ?

What is the point
in me being almost 22...

if there is still so much
for me to learn ?

You know more
than you realize.

I know I must own to you
to be completely wrong about Mr. Elton.

There is a littleness to him
which you discovered that I did not.

In return for
your acknowledging so much,

I say that you chose for him
better than he chose for himself.

But Harriet Smith has some
first-rate qualities about her...

which Mrs. Elton
is entirely without.

Your friend surprised me,
most pleasantly.

Emma, it's the last dance. Will you come
set the example for your companions ?

Gladly.

Whom are you going
to dance with ?

With you,
if you will ask me.

You've shown yourself a fine dancer
despite all your protests,

and it should not be
improper for us to dance.

After all, we are not
brother and sister.

Brother and sister ?
No, no.

*music**music* [ Music Begins ]

Indeed we're not.

What of your news ?

We must wait until we're at your house
in front of the fireplace.

- It must happen there.
- [ Sighs ] Very well.

Wasn't the ball lovely ?

I had the most wonderful time.
It was out of a dream.

- [ Twig Snaps ]
- [ Gasps ]

It's all right, dear.
Just let's move a touch more quickly.

- Tell me more about the ball.
- Um, I had such--

- It was very--
- Quick, get her purse !

- [ Screams ]
- Get around them, damn it !

Stop ! Stop !

[ Arguing, Yelling ]

[ Churchill ]
Stand aside !

How can I ever thank you ?
How brave you were !

- I owe you everything !
- Miss Woodhouse will make things right.

If I'm no longer needed,
I must leave now to meet my father.

Of course. Bless you for your help.
Bless you again and again.

Goodness.
[ Sighs ]

What an afternoon !

All this trouble to do something
I should have done long ago.

I have come to a decision
about Mr. Elton.

I am done with him.

I shall never forget him
or his wife at the ball.

To prove my sincerity,
I shall now destroy something...

which I had thought
to treasure always.

You know what this is,
of course.

Can you have forgotten ?

Mr. Elton cut his finger,
and you urged me to bind the wound.

I cut too much bandage,
so I trimmed it...

and he played with the extra
little bit while I finished it up.

He left it by his chair.

And l, in my nonsense,
made a treasure of it.

- Dear Harriet.
- Now that was silly.

But here is something
which truly was his.

He left it here once
and I took it.

I used to take it...

and hold it.

But no more.

I want to be rid of these things
with you as my witness.

I think I should burn them.

I think it would be a wise
and relieving thing to do.

Good-bye, Mr. Elton.

[ Thinking ]
Hello, Mr. Churchill.

Mmm.

When you get married, you must
eat strawberries at your wedding.

I shall never marry.

Really ?

I was certain you were
developing feelings for someone.

The service he rendered you
would endear him naturally.

Oh, I cannot tell you how I felt
when I saw him coming to my rescue.

I went from agony to utter happiness
at the sight of him !

He is a fine choice for you.

But do not let your feelings go
until you are sure of his.

I give you this caution now because
I am determined never to interfere.

I will not even say
his name to you.

Only that raising your thoughts to him
is a mark of your very good taste.

- [ Giggling ]
- [ Laughing ]

[ Laughing Continues ]

I have some wonderful news.

I have found a position
for you.

It is with a choice family
in Bath,

- and the position is one of--
- [ Jane ] I'm most obliged,

but I would not consider
leaving Highbury.

As your protector, I cannot
allow you to feel that way.

I'm sure everyone
agrees with me.

What are your options
after all, Jane, hmm ?

These sandwiches
are delicious, Mrs. Elton.

- You really are a gourmet.
- [ Laughs ]

Well, I never compliment
myself, but...

my friends tell me I certainly
know how to make a sandwich.

- Now, Jane--
- Shall we all play a game ?

I command that we each tell
Miss Woodhouse something entertaining.

You may offer one thing
very clever,

two things moderately clever,

or three things very dull indeed.

In return, Miss Woodhouse
will laugh heartily at them all.

[ Mrs. Elton ]
I do not pretend to be a wit,

though I have a great deal
of vivacity in my own way, of course.

These diversions are tolerable at
Christmas when one is around the fire.

But in my opinion,
it wastes the outdoors.

Miss Woodhouse,
you must excuse me.

[ Elton ]
And me.

I am an old married man.

I have nothing to say that
would please Miss Woodhouse...

or any young lady.

Oh, [ Chuckles ]
well.

I need not be uneasy, as long
as we're allowed three dull things.

[ Laughing ] Very dull, in fact. I shall
be sure to say three very dull things...

as soon as I open my mouth,
shan't I ?

There may be a difficulty.

[ Miss Bates ] I doubt that. I'm sure
I never fail to say things very dull.

Yes, dear, but you'll be limited
as to number. Only three.

Oh !
[ Giggles ]

To be sure.

[ Miss Bates ]
Yes.

[ Miss Bates ]
l, l--

I, l--

I, I see. I see.
I see what she means.

Hmm. I will try
and hold my tongue.

Oh, I must make myself
very... disagreeable.

Or, or she would not have said
such a thing to an old... friend.

Well, [ Giggles ]
just three.

Yes.

Miss Bates, will you give me
the pleasure of your company...

- whilst I pick some more strawberries ?
- Oh, thank you,

Mr. Knightley.

That would be charming.

Emma ?

How could you be so unfeeling
to Miss Bates ?

How could you be so insolent
to a woman of her age and situation ?

I'd not thought it possible.

How could I help saying it ?
I daresay she did not understand me.

I assure you she felt
your full meaning.

She cannot stop mentioning it.

I wish you could have heard
her honor your forbearance
in putting up with her...

when her society is so irksome !

I know there is no better creature
in all the world, but you must allow...

that blended alongside the good,
there is an equal amount
of the ridiculous in her.

Were she prosperous or a woman
equal to you in situation,

I would not quarrel
about any liberties of manner.

But she is poor !

Even more so
than when she was born !

And should she live to be an old lady,
she will sink further still.

Her situation being in every way below
you should secure your compassion !

Badly done, Emma.

Badly done.

She has watched you grow from a time
when her notice of you was an honor...

to this.

Humbling her
and laughing at her...

in front of people who would be guided
by your treatment of her.

Ah !

It is not pleasant
for me to say these things.

But I must tell you the truth
while I can.

Proving myself your friend
by the most faithful counsel,

and trusting that sometime you will
do my faith in you greater justice...

than you do it now.

Oh, good afternoon,
Miss Woodhouse.

Please come in.

Just a moment, please.

Just tell her I'm unwell, Mother,
and laid down upon the bed.

[ Knightley ]
I've been planning a visit--

- ...first and say good-bye.
- [ Woodhouse ] You mean, you walked...

- all the way, and on such a cold night?
- Certainly I walked.

My dear, how did you find
my old friend and her daughter ?

Emma has called on
Mrs. and Miss Bates.

- She always shows them such kindness.
- No, Father.

They have been the ones
to forebear and show me kindness.

Nonsense, daughter !
The charity you have given them--

I have given them charity
but not kindness,

a virtue which some friends
may doubt I still have.

The truest friend
does not doubt...

but hope.

I must go.

I'm leaving town
to visit John and lsabella.

I'm sorry
I was not here sooner...

so that we could have talked.

So am l.

When will you be back ?

I don't know.

There is a delicate
and perplexing matter...

I must discuss
with my brother.

Well, then--

Well, then--

[ Chuckles ]

[ Thinking ] Frank Churchill's aunt
has died, taking him away.

This strengthens Harriet's chances with
him, since the aunt was sure to object.

I continue in my efforts
to make amends with Miss Bates.

Though matters are not yet
fully repaired,

I feel that a renewal
of our friendship is ahead of us.

Above all,
I am most gratified to say...

that could Mr. Knightley--

Mr. Knightley--

Hmm.

Had been privy to my attempts,
could he have seen into my heart,

I think he would not, on this occasion,
have found anything to reprove.

[ Panting ]

Frank... is engaged.

[ Gasps ] I cannot believe it !
So quickly ?

Quickly ? The engagement
has been in place for some time.

Emma, Frank has been
secretly engaged...

to Jane Fairfax.

Good God !

- This cannot be the truth !
- They've been engaged since October,

formed at Weymouth
through their friend, Charles Dixon.

Mr. Dixon !

He kept it secret because
he feared his aunt's disapproval.

It has hurt
both his father and me,

most especially because
of whom else it might hurt.

I cannot pretend that I do not
understand what you mean by that.

But let me give you
all the relief in my power.

There was a time
when I was attached to Frank.

Fortunately, that ceased and for
some time I have felt nothing for him.

This was my greatest worry.

I'm certain you knew it was
our wish you might be attached.

- Imagine what we felt on your account.
- There is no need to worry about that.

Although how could he have come here
and treated me in this fashion ?

It is cruel !
Truly cruel !

Yes, dear. But I thought you said
you felt nothing for him.

Yes, but he did not know that.

He is benefiting from
a very lucky coincidence.

Now, Emma, he's a good man,

however wrong
this action might be.

Dear, might I entreat you
to put Mr. Weston's heart at ease ?

He's been as worried
about you as l.

Could you let him know
how glad you are for Frank...

to have found a girl
of such steady character ?

I do not know how steady her character
can be, engaging herself to a man...

who pretends not to be engaged,

and then deceives attractive
and feeling young women.

[ Door Opens ]

Here is the luckiest father
in all of England !

Thank you.

- [ Door Opens ]
- Is this not the oddest news
you've ever heard about...

Mr. Churchill and Miss Fairfax ?

- Had you any idea of it ?
- Can you imagine that I knew...

when I was encouraging you
to give way to your own feelings ?

Had I known,
I would have cautioned you.

Cautioned me ? Why ?

You do not think that I care
about Frank Churchill !

Wha-- What do you mean ?

- You, you said that you loved a man--
- I did not name him,

but I hope I have developed better taste
than to choose Frank Churchill over him.

Frank Churchill.
[ Laughs ]

Furthermore, I would never
have even dreamed of him...

except that you told me
he was wonderful.

Yes, but I thought
you meant--

That raising my thoughts to him
was a sign of my good taste.

- Those were your words.
- But I meant them in reference to--

Without having heard them,
I would never have dared to hope.

Harriet, please !

Before we can go on,
there is something that I must clarify.

Is it possible
that you are speaking of...

Mr. Knightley ?

To be sure.

But, y-you spoke of the service
that Frank had done you...

- in rescuing you from the gypsies.
- I never said that.

I recall it
with perfect clarity.

If I spoke of being rescued,
I was thinking of Mr. Knightley's...

asking me to dance
after Mr. Elton snubbed me.

That was when I knew
how superior a man he was.

Good God !
This is a horrible mistake.

What is to be done ?

Must something be done about it ?

You must think him 500 million times
more above me than Mr. Churchill.

- Yet, you did say--
- Harriet ?

Have--

Have you any idea of Mr. Knightley's
returning your affection ?

Yes, I must say that I have.
You told me...

to let his behavior be the rule
of mine, and so I have.

Am I wrong to hope as I do ?

Harriet,

I can only venture to declare
that Mr. Knightley...

is the last man on earth who would
intentionally give any woman...

the idea of his feeling more
for her than he really does.

[ Emma ]
This is tragic.

[ Mrs. Weston ] Why is it tragic
that Harriet should attach herself...

to a man who you admire so much ?

I have asked myself many times
why this should have unsettled me,

and I came to see that I do not admire
Mr. Knightley as I have so long thought.

I love him...

so dearly, so greatly.

Outside of you and Father,
his is the opinion which matters most.

- Oh, my dearest child !
- I did not know it...

until poor Harriet said she had
the hope of him returning her feelings.

Then I felt ill
that I could lose him,

and I knew that no one
must marry Mr. Knightley...

- but me.
- How heavenly !

But I am too late.

Just before he left town
he said--

There is a delicate and perplexing
matter I must discuss with my brother.

I hope his brother
advises him to be careful.

After all, we know nothing about
her parents. They could be pirates.

My dear, I like Harriet very much,
as I might remind you, do you.

But remember, her feelings
are evidence of her feelings only.

Nothing can be known
until Mr. Knightley returns.

Oh, I long for it
and fear it at the same time.

I shall not know how to behave
when I see him.

- Let his behavior be your guide.
- But, oh, dear !

If he seems happy, I shall know
that he has decided to marry Harriet,

and I will not, I know I will not
be able to let him tell me.

I could not bear
to hear the words.

If he seems sad, I shall know that John
has advised him not to marry Harriet.

I love John !

Or, he may seem sad because he fears
telling me he will marry my friend.

How could John let him do that ?
I hate John !

My dear, nothing can be done
until he returns.

And until he does, you must try
to put him out of your mind.

Can you ?

Certainly I can.

I may have lost my heart,
but not my self-control.

[ Thinking ]
Dear diary.

Today I tried not
to think about Mr. Knightley.

I tried not to think about him
when I spoke about the menu with cook.

- Oh, is Mr. Knightley coming ?
- Why do you say that ?

Lamb stew's his favorite.

I tried not to think about him
in the garden...

where I thrice plucked
the petals off a daisy...

to ascertain his feelings
for Harriet.

I don't think we should
keep daisies in the garden.

They really are
drab little flowers.

And I tried not to think
about him when I went to bed.

But something had to be done.

Dear Lord, if he cannot share
a life with me,

is it wrong to ask
that he not share it with anyone ?

That we go on
as we go on now,

him stopping by at any hour,

always the brightest part
of our lives,

a natural and easy member
of the family ?

I would be content if he
would just stay single, Lord.

That's it. If he would
just stay single, Lord,

that would be enough for me
to be perfectly satisfied.

Almost.

Amen.

[ Bell Rings ]

Emma !

- [ Clears Throat ]
- Forgive me.

Uh, I was, uh--
I was lost in my thoughts.

And how are you ?

Happy ?

W-Well, I'm...

- happy to see you, as always.
- Ah.

- I didn't, uh, know that you were back.
- Just.

Oh.

- Yes, just.
- Oh. Yes.

I'm on my way home.

I was just there.

- May I join you ?
- Of course.

[ Sighs ]
Oh, dear.

- What ?
- What ? Oh. Oh !

Something about the deer we need
for the venison stew.

Uh-huh.

- There's something I have to ask you.
- Oh, wait.

Now that you are back, there is
some news that will surprise you.

Of what nature is this news ?

The very best.
It is a wedding between two people--

Oh, yes, between Jane
and Mr. Churchill.

Mr. Weston wrote to me.

- Undoubtedly you were not surprised.
- Well--

But I seem doomed
to blindness.

Time will heal your wound.

- My wound ?
- I know you must've been...

cruelly disappointed
by his secret.

[ Sighs ]
He's a scoundrel.

You are kind.

But I must tell you that I quickly saw
that Frank lacked qualities,

honesty being one of them, which are
essential to me in any kind of friend.

Emma, uh-- Is that true ?

He imposed on me,
but he has not injured me.

Yes.

He got everything he wanted
at great expense to others...

and at no cost to himself.

He offends me deeply.

Yet, there is, there's something
in his situation that I envy.

Did I mention that we are
having a new drain installed ?

You will not ask me
the point of my envy ?

Well, perhaps you are wise.

But l--

I cannot be wise. Emma,
I must tell you what you will not ask,

- though I may wish it unsaid
the next moment.
- Then do not speak it.

Do not commit yourself to something
which may injure us both to have said.

Very well.

Very well... good day.

Mr. Knightley ?

Mr. Knightley,

I stopped you ungraciously
just now and gave you pain.

If you have any wish to speak
to me openly about anything
you might have in contemplation,

as your friend
I cannot refuse you.

Indeed,
as your old friend,

I will hear whatever it is
you wish to tell me.

Emma !

You want our friendship to remain
the same as it has always been.

- But I cannot desire that.
- But why ?

I know I made mistakes, but had you
been here the last few days...

you would have seen
how I have tried to change.

Please, tell me
I am your friend.

I do not wish to call you
my friend because...

I hope to call you something
infinitely more dear.

Have you not wondered why I never
befriended Frank Churchill ?

It was because I knew
he was intended for you.

Indeed, when you insulted
Miss Bates at the picnic,

I thought that evidence
of his influence over you.

And I could not bear
to see it.

So I went away.

But I went to the wrong place.

My brother's house is usually
a place of comfort to me,

but seeing your sister there
kept you fresh in my mind.

And the torture,
I assure you,

was acute.

I only felt hope again...

when I heard of
Mr. Churchill's engagement.

And I rushed back,

anxious for your feelings.

Came to be near you.

I rode through the rain.

I-- I'd ride through
worse than that...

if I could just hear your voice
telling me...

that I might at least have...

some chance to win you.

Mr. Knightley,
if I have not spoken...

it is because I am afraid
I will awaken myself from this dream.

It cannot be true.

But I feel so full of error,
so mistaken in my makeup to deserve you.

What of my flaws ?

I've humbled you
and I've lectured you,

and you have borne it
as no one could have borne it.

Maybe it is our imperfections which
make us so perfect for one another.

Marry me ?

Marry me,
my wonderful, darling friend.

Let's go to your father.

- Oh, dear.
- What ?

- I cannot marry you.
- Why ever not ?

My father.
First my sister, then Mrs. Weston.

I don't think he could bear
my leaving, even for a man
he regards as highly as you.

I cannot marry you.
I cannot abandon him. I cannot !

I could not secure your happiness
while attacking your father's.

As long as his joy requires
your being at Hartfield,

Iet it be my home too.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Now I need not call you
Mr. Knightley.

I may call you my Mr. Knightley.

[ Mrs. Weston ] The elation Mr.
Woodhouse felt was soon shared by many.

While these exchanges
lifted the hearts of the couple,

there was one visit
which did not.

Emma knew that the best chance
for Harriet's happiness...

was that she might marry as well.

But it seemed too much to hope
that even Harriet Smith...

could be in love with more
than three men in one year.

Miss Woodhouse,
may I come in ?

You know you need never ask.

Please do,
and tell me how you've been.

It seems weeks
since you've been here.

Yes. I stayed away at first because
I thought it would be easier for me.

Then I stayed away because
I have something to tell you...

which I'm afraid you will not like.

Harriet, nothing you could say
would ever be unpleasant.

This is. That is,
I'm afraid you'll think it is,

though I think it
as beautiful as a dream.

I have consented
to marry Robert Martin.

- Whatever happened ?
- After I left here the last time,

I saw his sister at a party.

I fell easily
into conversation with her,

and soon enough
she invited me to dinner.

Mr. Martin was there,
of course,

and we talked as though
we had never been apart.

As I left, he asked if he
could see me the next day.

I said that he could,
and on the next day...

he asked if he could see me
the day after that.

And on the day after that,

he asked if he could see me
all the days ever after.

- Harriet.
- I know this disappoints you, but--

Harriet, you mistake me.

This is the perfect end
for my sad career as a matchmaker,

a role I gladly relinquish by being
instead so happily matched myself.

I hope you know that I
only wanted your happiness.

Now that you have found it,
it makes my own complete.

[ Cheers, Applause ]

[ Narrator ] There were those
who thought the wedding a little shabby.

I do not profess to be an expert
in the field of fashion,

though my friends say
I have quite the eye.

But I can tell you,
there is a shocking lack of satin.

Bravo ! Bravo !

[ Narrator ] However, the wishes,
the faith and the predictions...

of the small band of true friends
who witnessed the ceremony...

were fully answered
in the perfect happiness of the union.