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Her
sister
,
though
comparatively
but
little
removed
by
matrimony
,
being
settled
in
London
,
only
sixteen
miles
off
,
was
much
beyond
her
daily
reach
;
and
many
a
long
October
and
November
evening
must
be
struggled
through
at
Hartfield
,
before
Christmas
brought
the
next
visit
from
Isabella
and
her
husband
,
and
their
little
children
,
to
fill
the
house
,
and
give
her
pleasant
society
again
.
Highbury
,
the
large
and
populous
village
,
almost
amounting
to
a
town
,
to
which
Hartfield
,
in
spite
of
its
separate
lawn
,
and
shrubberies
,
and
name
,
did
really
belong
,
afforded
her
no
equals
.
The
Woodhouses
were
first
in
consequence
there
.
All
looked
up
to
them
.
She
had
many
acquaintance
in
the
place
,
for
her
father
was
universally
civil
,
but
not
one
among
them
who
could
be
accepted
in
lieu
of
Miss
Taylor
for
even
half
a
day
.
It
was
a
melancholy
change
;
and
Emma
could
not
but
sigh
over
it
,
and
wish
for
impossible
things
,
till
her
father
awoke
,
and
made
it
necessary
to
be
cheerful
.
His
spirits
required
support
.
He
was
a
nervous
man
,
easily
depressed
;
fond
of
every
body
that
he
was
used
to
,
and
hating
to
part
with
them
;
hating
change
of
every
kind
.
Matrimony
,
as
the
origin
of
change
,
was
always
disagreeable
;
and
he
was
by
no
means
yet
reconciled
to
his
own
daughter
's
marrying
,
nor
could
ever
speak
of
her
but
with
compassion
,
though
it
had
been
entirely
a
match
of
affection
,
when
he
was
now
obliged
to
part
with
Miss
Taylor
too
;
and
from
his
habits
of
gentle
selfishness
,
and
of
being
never
able
to
suppose
that
other
people
could
feel
differently
from
himself
,
he
was
very
much
disposed
to
think
Miss
Taylor
had
done
as
sad
a
thing
for
herself
as
for
them
,
and
would
have
been
a
great
deal
happier
if
she
had
spent
all
the
rest
of
her
life
at
Hartfield
.
Emma
smiled
and
chatted
as
cheerfully
as
she
could
,
to
keep
him
from
such
thoughts
;
but
when
tea
came
,
it
was
impossible
for
him
not
to
say
exactly
as
he
had
said
at
dinner
,
"
Poor
Miss
Taylor
!
--
I
wish
she
were
here
again
.
What
a
pity
it
is
that
Mr.
Weston
ever
thought
of
her
!
"
"
I
can
not
agree
with
you
,
papa
;
you
know
I
can
not
.
Mr.
Weston
is
such
a
good-humoured
,
pleasant
,
excellent
man
,
that
he
thoroughly
deserves
a
good
wife
--
and
you
would
not
have
had
Miss
Taylor
live
with
us
for
ever
,
and
bear
all
my
odd
humours
,
when
she
might
have
a
house
of
her
own
?
"
"
A
house
of
her
own
!
--
But
where
is
the
advantage
of
a
house
of
her
own
?
This
is
three
times
as
large
.
--
And
you
have
never
any
odd
humours
,
my
dear
.
"
"
How
often
we
shall
be
going
to
see
them
,
and
they
coming
to
see
us
!
--
We
shall
be
always
meeting
!
We
must
begin
;
we
must
go
and
pay
wedding
visit
very
soon
.
"
"
My
dear
,
how
am
I
to
get
so
far
?
Randalls
is
such
a
distance
.
I
could
not
walk
half
so
far
.
"
"
No
,
papa
,
nobody
thought
of
your
walking
.
We
must
go
in
the
carriage
,
to
be
sure
.
"
