All language subtitles for Emma (1996)

Ho, there!

Stop, thieves!

There is still time to reconsider, my dear
Miss Taylor. Come back home with us.

James will not mind
turning the carriage round.

Nobody you know will take it amiss.

Papa, Mr. Weston would
take it very much amiss.

Mr. Woodhouse, you are very kind.
I shall miss Hartfield.

But I am very happy to become
Mr. Weston's wife. Truly I am.

But it's all very disturbing, Emma!

Six good hens, and now Miss Taylor.

It's a sad business.

- Ah, good morning!
- Good morning!

Repeat after me.

I, William Francis Weston...

I, William Francis Weston...

take thee, Anna Taylor...

Poor Miss Taylor.

Oh, Father!

What a pity it is that Mr. Weston
ever thought of her.

But Father, you wouldn't have Miss Taylor
live with us forever

when she could have a house of her own.

It's been a long time
since I needed a governess.

She will never see us now.

Randalls is such a distance.

It's barely half a mile, Father.

Depend upon it, we shall see
Mrs. Weston nearly every day.

Well, I take it very ill when
people get married and go away.

I think they should not do it.

Will you play at backgammon, Father?

Well...

Oh!

Why will people call at such a late hour?

There you are.

How are you, Thomas? And your family?

Very well, Mr. Knightley. Thank you, sir.

Well, how did it go?
I'm sorry to have missed it.

How did you all behave? Hmm?

Who cried most?

Ah, poor Miss Taylor!

Poor Mr. Woodhouse... Poor Miss Woodhouse,
if you like

but I can't say "poor Miss Taylor".

At least she has only one
to please now, not two.

Especially when one of them is a
fanciful and troublesome creature?

Perhaps.

That's very true.
I am fanciful and troublesome.

Oh, dearest Papa! I didn't mean you.
I meant only myself.

Mr. Knightley loves to find fault with me,
you know.

Oh, dear!

In a joke, it's all a joke.

Oh, yes, of course!

We always say what we like to one another.

You want to hear about the wedding?

We all behaved charmingly.
Everybody punctual, in their best looks.

Not a tear and hardly
a long face to be seen.

Emma bears everything so well.

But every friend of Miss Taylor's
must be glad to see her married.

You've forgotten one matter of joy to me:

that I made the match myself.

You made a lucky guess, Emma.

I wish you would not make matches, my dear,

for whatever you say always comes to pass.

Pray, do not make any more of them, Emma.

Oh!, I promise to make
none for myself, Papa,

but I must, indeed, for other people.

Poor Mr. Elton, now... I must look
about for a wife for him.

You'd do better to leave
the poor man alone, Emma.

But he has been here a year, and has fitted
out the vicarage so comfortably,

it would be a shame
to have him single any longer.

"And for his sheep He doth us take..."

"All people that on Earth do dwell",

"Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice".

"Him serve with fear,
His praise forthtell".

"Come ye before him and rejoice".

Harriet Smith?

She is somebody's natural
daughter, you know.

She seems a very sweet, genteel girl.

Indeed she is.

She is just now returned to the school
as parlor-boarder.

She spent the summer at her friend's
house in the country.

It would be good for her to have the
benefit of more... varied society.

Would you like to send her on Tuesday
to my father's whist party?

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, that is very kind!

I should be glad to know her better.

Mrs. Bates, let me propose you
venturing on one of these eggs.

An egg boiled very soft,
you know, is not unwholesome.

Mr. Perry, in fact, is not
altogether against eggs.

Against eggs? No, indeed.

A soft-boiled egg will do you no harm.

There you are, Mrs. Bates.
Mr. Perry says it is all right.

Indeed, she dearly loves
a fresh egg softly boiled.

I think she does not hear, Miss Bates.

Mr. Knightley was so good as to let us
have three dozen of his fresh-laid eggs...

Serle understands boiling an egg
better than anybody.

And when his man, William Larkins,
brought them around, he said

Mr. Knightley is left without an egg.

I would not recommend an egg
boiled by anybody else.

Imagine, no eggs at Donwell Abbey!,

but then he is so very generous.

You need not be afraid.
These are very small, you see.

One of our small eggs will not hurt you.

I think she does not hear, Miss Bates.

Allow me to help you, Mrs. Bates.

Oh!, thank you so much,
Mr. Elton.

And they have eight cows,

two of them Alderneys and
one a little Welch cow,

a very pretty little Welch cow.

And Mrs. Martin said as I was so fond of it
it should be called "my" cow.

Do you know the Martins, Miss Woodhouse?

Mr. Martin knows you by sight very well.
His farm is very near to Donwell.

Then they must be Mr. Knightley's tenants.

I may have seen Mr. Martin 50 times,
without having any idea of his name.

A young farmer is not at all the sort
of person to raise my curiosity.

No, no, I suppose not.

But they have two parlors,
two very good parlors.

Indeed!

Well, Harriet, I'm sure these Martins
must feel very proud

to entertain a gentleman's daughter.

I do not know that my father
"is" a gentleman, Miss Woodhouse.

Oh!, I am quite sure he is.

But even so, and particularly bearing
in mind the misfortune of your birth,

you should be very careful
whom you choose as your friends.

Oh, do you think so?

I'm quite sure of it.

Miss Smith, what do you say
to a little bit of apple tart?

A very little bit?

Let Emma help you to a very little
bit of apple tart.

No, no, no, allow me!

Thank you, Mr. Elton.

How can I ever thank you
enough, Miss Woodhouse,

for showing me where
true joy was to be found?

Mrs. Elton and I are
eternally indebted to you.

And to think that I should turn out
to be the daughter of a baronet!

Why not? Stranger things have happened.

I do so wonder that you should not
be married so charming as you are.

I must find other people charming.
One person at least.

I have very little intention
of ever marrying at all.

Dear me!

Why should I? I lack neither fortune
nor consequence.

If I were to fall in love...
but then I have never been in love.

It is not my way, or my nature.

But then to be an old maid
like Miss Bates!

If I thought that I should be like
Miss Bates, I would marry tomorrow.

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, there is Mr. Martin.

Oh, really?

I never thought to meet you
walking here, Miss Smith.

Oh, dear! Perhaps I should... excuse me.

No, no, please!
I shall wait for you, Harriet.

Only think of our happening to meet him!

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, please say
what you think of him.

Do you think him so very plain?

He is very plain, undoubtedly.

But that is nothing compared with
his entire lack of gentility.

I did not expect much, but I had no idea he
could be so clownish,

so totally without air.

To be sure. He is not so genteel
as real gentlemen.

Indeed, no.

Consider Mr. Knightley. Consider Mr. Elton.

Certainly he is not like Mr. Knightley.

But Mr. Knightley is so very fine a man!

And Mr. Elton, who has paid
you such particular attentions.

You must see the difference.

Yes, I suppose there
is a great difference.

And I think Mr. Elton is
becoming very fond of you.

Harriet, have you ever had
your likeness taken?

My likeness?

Don't you think she
makes a charming picture?

Oh, yes, indeed.

You have given Miss Smith
all that she required.

She was beautiful when she came to you, but
you have made her... graceful... and easy.

Oh, no, no, she only wanted drawing out.

Oh, I shall never do justice to her!

Do you see, Mr. Elton?

Her features are so delicate, and yet

there's a peculiarity in the shape
of the eyes and the line about the mouth.

Exactly!, and that's just
what you've caught.

There she is, to the very life.

Mr. Elton, I've scarcely begun!

Oh!, but these are excellent.

No, nothing like. You
will see when they come.

My sister Isabella and her children.
They would never keep still.

Her husband, Mr. John Knightley...
he is not so bad,

but Isabella said
it didn't do him justice.

So I resolved to give up
portraits forever,

at least where there are husbands
and wives in the case.

Ah, yes! But there are no husbands
and wives in this case.

Or should I say, not at present?

Perfection! Absolute perfection!

Miss Smith has not
those eyebrows, I think.

Oh, no!, I cannot agree with you.

You've made her too tall.

Oh, no!, certainly not too tall.

Well, consider she's sitting down, and the
proportions, you know, must be preserved.

It's very pretty, but my dear,

she seems to be sitting out of doors
with only a little shawl.

It makes one think she must catch cold.

But Papa, it's supposed to be summer

A warm day in summer... look at the tree.

I regard it as a most happy thought

the placing of Miss Smith
out of doors...

And the tree is touched
with such inimitable spirit.

Miss Woodhouse, might I appeal for the
commissi�n of getting the picture framed?

If you would trust me with it I could
ride to London at any time.

No, no! I will be bold and insist that
you entrust it to no one but me.

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, you will never guess!

He has proposed.

Already? But, are you quite sure?

Yes!, he says so quite clearly
in this letter.

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, what am I to do?

But this letter is from
Mr. Robert Martin.

Yes!, didn't I say that?

Do you think it is a good letter?
Is it too short?

No, it is a good letter.
A very good letter.

Much better than I should have expected.

So... how should I reply?

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, please advise me.

Oh, no!, the letter had much
better be all your own.

But your meaning must be quite clear,

no doubts or demurs. Modest sorrow at
his disappointment.

You... you think I ought
to refuse him, then?

Harriet, are you in any doubt?

I had no notion that
he liked me so very much.

I lay it down as a general rule, Harriet,

that if a woman doubts, she certainly
ought to refuse him.

But do not imagine I want to influence you.

Oh, no!, I'm sure.

But if you would just advise me
what I had best...

I don't mean that.

As you say, one's mind
ought to be quite made up.

Do you think I had better say no?

Harriet, you must be the best
judge of your own happiness.

Do you truly prefer Mr. Martin to
every other man you've ever met?

Harriet... Harriet, do not
deceive yourself.

Do not be run away with
by gratitude and compassi�n.

Miss Woodhouse, as you won't
give me your opinion...

I think... yes.

I have now quite determined and have almost
made up my mind... To refuse Mr. Martin.

Do you think I am right?

Perfectly, perfectly right,

dearest Harriet... And now I can tell you
what I could not before

because I would not
influence you...

If had you accepted him I
would have lost my friend.

I could not visit Mrs. Robert Martin
of Abbey Mill farm.

Now I am secure of you forever.

She refused him?

Yes!

Harriet Smith refused Robert Martin?

Yes!

Then she's a greater simpleton
than I thought.

What is the foolish girl about?

A man imagines a woman ready
for anyone who asks her!

Nonsense! A man imagines no such thing.

I hope you're mistaken.

I saw her answer. Nothing could be clearer.

You saw her answer?

You wrote her answer!

Emma, this is your doing.
You persuaded her to refuse him.

If I did, I should not feel
that I had done wrong.

Mr. Martin is a very respectable young man,
I am sure, but he is not Harriet's equal.

No, he's not! He's her superior
in both sense and situation!

Harriet Smith is the natural
daughter of nobody knows whom.

A girl with no connections.
A parlor-boarder at a common school.

She's been taught nothing useful.

She is pretty, good-tempered,
and that is all!

My only scruple in recommending
the match to Robert Martin...

You recommended it?

Yes, and my only scruple
was on his account.

I felt he could do much better both as
to fortune and securing a useful helpmate.

But I could not reason so
to a man so much in love!

And depend upon it he had
encouragement from her.

She may have been inclined towards him
at one time,

but the case is altered now.

She knows what a gentleman is and only
a gentleman has any chance with Harriet.

Oh, that is nonsense!
That is arrant nonsense!

You're not thinking of Elton... are you?

If you are, depend upon it,
Elton won't do.

He may talk sentimentally,
but he will act rationally.

He knows the value of a good income.

Harriet Smith has no chance there!

I have no intention of marrying
Harriet to anybody!

You have done your friend
no favors, Emma.

You have spoilt her best
chance of happiness.

It was badly done. And I am sorry for it.

Good day to you!

You are wrong, Mr. Knightley.

And you will see you are wrong,
and then you will be sorry.

I beg you would not
toss them high, John!

Nonsense!, higher the better. Now, come.

Run for your uncle as fast as you can.

Fee, fi, fo, fum!

Oh John, Papa is distressed.!

Well, well, that'll do, no more.

Take them away, Betty. Off with them, Jane.

No, Papa!

No, no, no, no, no! No more!

Say good night to your grandpapa, sir.

- My little Emma stays.
- Aye, she makes no noise.

You look well thus, Emma.

Good night...

Good night.

Now then, sir, shall we
take you on a little horse?

Yes!, we will, sir. Yes, we will!

Night-night, sir.

I remember holding you thus,
once upon a time.

You and I must not be enemies.

No! you may do wrong,
and I may be angry with you,

but you and I shall never be enemies.

You forget that I have
not been proved wrong.

But I do hope that Mr. Martin
is not very disappointed.

A man could not be more so.

Then, indeed, I am very sorry.

No, Isabella. There is no avoiding it.

Mr. And Mrs. Weston have invited me,
and we must go,

Christmas Eve or not, whatever the weather.

She is a bride and the visit must be paid.

I do believe, whatever the consequences.

Aye!, Mr. Weston must have a very
good opinion of himself,

asking people to leave their own fireside,
in the depths of winter,

just for the sake
of coming to see him.

He must think himself
a most agreeable fellow.

Oh!

Go slowly, James. Go carefully.

Hey, go on!

Here we are, setting forward to spend five
dull hours in another man's house,

going in dismal weather,
to return probably in worse.

Actually snowing at this moment,
and more to come.

Four horses and four servants
taken out for nothing

but to convey four idle,
shivering creatures,

into colder rooms and worse company
than they might have had at home.

But you must know we are sure of excellent
fires, and everything in the greatest comfort.

Here's the parson. He looks keen enough.

My dear sir.
Words cannot express my gratitude.

On such a night as this,
a Christmas party.

Nothing could be pleasanter.

Miss Woodhouse, this is an honor. Nay...
a delight.

Well, get yourself in man, and get the
door shut. And the less said the better.

Ah!

A very happy gathering indeed.

We want only two more to
be just the right number:

Your pretty little friend Miss Smith...
a bad sore throat.

Oh, dear!

Has Perry been called?

Yes, and recommends she stay in bed.

A sad loss for us.

Indeed.

And... my son, Frank.

I thought Frank would be
here for Christmas, but...

it was not to be.

So, to absent friends!

Absent friends!

I'm beginning to fear I shall never meet
the famous Mr. Frank Churchill.

No, no, you are wrong... for he has
promised to be with us in two weeks' time.

Frank is the son of my first
marriage, Mr. Elton.

His poor mother died when
he was but two years old.

Her family undertook
his care and education.

And in gratitude, he took their name.

A deal of money in it, I daresay.

What age is the young man now?

He is three and 20 and
though I say it myself,

as fine a young man
as anyone could wish to see.

My only complaint is that Mrs. Churchill
keeps him at her beck and call in Yorkshire,

so he is unable to be here.

Indeed, I have never yet
set eyes on him.

He should have come before this.

To speak bluntly, ma'am,
it is his duty to his father and to you.

Well, I forgive him.
It is a delicate business.

Mrs. Churchill rules at Enscombe, and she
is a very odd-tempered woman.

And his coming now depends on
her being willing to spare him.

That is the young man
in question,

Frank to the very life.

And he is very handsome,
is he not, Mr. Elton?

I hardly know.
Appearances may often deceive.

As is well known,
I intend never to marry.

But I confess, if I were
to change my mind,

I have always thought Mr. Frank Churchill
might be the man;

for by all accounts, he seems to be
the epitome of manly excellence.

Apart from his disinclination to exert
himself, and do what he knows to be right?

Mr. Knightley, isn't it very unfair
to judge a person's conduct,

when we do not know his situation?

He may be unable to do
what he truly wishes.

There is one thing a man can always
do if he chooses, and that is his duty.

If he truly willed it,
he could be here tomorrow.

You seem determined to think ill of him.

I? Not at all!

He is a person I never think of
from one month's end to another.

How well she looks tonight!

Oh!, as to her beauty,
she always looks well,

but as to her character, I...

Come, Mr. Knightley.

With all her faults, you know she is
an excellent creature.

Perhaps she is, but she thinks she has
nothing to learn.

I should like to see her in love
and in some doubt of a return.

Would you? Really?

It would do her good.

Well, the snow is lying
three inches deep!

A spirited beginning for your
winter engagements, Mr. Woodhouse.

Oh... oh, Isabella. Emma... Emma?

What can we do?

I'm sure it's not so very bad, Papa.

I admired your determination in
setting out sir. And I daresay

we shall get home alive.

We are two carriages. If one is blown over
there will be the other at hand.

Mrs. Weston... How can I thank you for
such a splendid evening?

Miss Woodhouse... We meet at last!

Emma!

John Knightley went in the first carriage
with Mrs. Knightley and your father.

I am to have the pleasure
of escorting you.

Oh!, thank you.

Pity our party had to... Mr. Elton!

Forgive me, I must...

I must avail myself of
this God-given opportunity,

to tell you what I am sure
you must already know.

That I adore you, worship you...
passionately!

Mr. Elton, please!

Forgive me, I can't help myself!

Dearest Miss Woodhouse...

Emma... release me from torment.
Tell me you return my love.

Tell me you will be my wife,
and make me the happiest man on earth.

Oh, Emma! I read my answer in your eyes.

Mr. Elton, I am astonished!

No, no. I am sure you cannot be.

Lovely. Lovely as you are.

Mr. Elton, I think you have drunk too
much of Mr. Weston's good wine.

You have forgot yourself.

I am not Miss Smith, but I shall be happy
to take any message to her.

Miss Smith? What have I to do with her?
What do I care about her?

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

No, no! You are all
loveliness and modesty,

but I am sure you could not
have mistaken my intentions.

No, indeed you could not.

Charming Miss Woodhouse!

Allow me to interpret
this interesting silence.

It confesses that you
have long understood me.

Does it not, lovely...
lovely Miss Woodhouse?

No, sir! It confesses no such thing!

I have seen you as my friend's admirer.

In no other light could you be more to me
than an acquaintance.

After all your attentions to Miss Smith,
you never thought seriously of her?

Miss Smith?
I think seriously of Miss Smith?

No doubt there are men who might
not object. Everyone has their level.

But I am not quite so much at a loss.

No, madam! My visits
have been for yourself only.

After all the encouragement
I received.

Encouragement?

Sir, you've been entirely mistaken
in supposing it.

I'm exceedingly sorry, but it's as well
the mistake ends where it does.

I trust your disappointment
will not be lasting.

I have no thoughts
of matrimony at present.

Good night, Mr. Elton!

Good night!

Oh... Harriet! Harriet!

Stand up now, gentlemen, please.

It is all my fault!

Oh, Harriet, can you
ever forgive me?

There is nothing to forgive,
dear... dear Miss Woodhouse.

I have nothing to complain of. I could
never deserve such a man as Mr. Elton.

Indeed, now I believe
he does not deserve you.

I'm heartily ashamed of myself,
and I am determined to mend my ways.

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, I am sure
none would ever blame you!

Well, if you forgive me,
I'm not entirely cast down.

I'm going to Ford's.
Would you walk with me?

Yes!

Miss Woodhouse!

Oh, Lord, Miss Bates!

Forgive me, I could not help
but see you.

Jane is here. She arrived this morning.

Mother and I would take it so kindly
if you would step up, Miss Woodhouse.

Miss Smith, too.

- Oh, that is very kind, but...
- Thank you Miss Bates, but we cannot stay long.

Jane will be beside herself with joy.

I doubt it.

Mrs. Goddard told me that Miss Fairfax is to
stay in Highbury with her aunt all summer.

What is she like, Miss Woodhouse?

Jane Fairfax is a penniless orphan,
brought up in some style

by Colonel Campbell as
a companion to his daughter.

But now the daughter's married
and so Jane must find employment.

Everyone speaks highly of her.

I wish her well, but I'm sick
of the very name of her.

Oh, Miss Woodhouse!

It was a surprise.

We thought Colonel Campbell
would need the carriage himself,

and you know he would never
send dear Jane post, but as it turned out

they went off to Ireland
two days early.

Indeed!

Are the whole family gone,
Miss Fairfax?

Yes, they are in...

Baly-Craig, you know.
A beautiful place, I fancy.

Miss Campbell is married to Mr. Dixon now,
so I should call her Mrs. Dixon,

but I always forget.

We should call Miss Campbell Mrs.
Dixon now, mother, should we not?

She's only a little deaf.

She always hears what Jane says,
but then Jane always speaks so distinct!

Yes, Mr. Dixon always
thought so highly of Jane,

but in the end, I believe they are
very happy

and both very fond of Jane.

We thought she would accompany them.

Jane heard about its beauty from Mr. Dixon,

and because she often walked out with them.

He is a most amiable, charming young man.

Jane was longing to go to Ireland
from his account of things.

But you did not go with them after all!

I thought it better I should not..

I shall have to earn my bread
sooner or later,

and so resolved that the sooner I made up my
mind, the less pain I should inflict or endure.

Mr... and Mrs... Dixon must
have been very disappointed.

Indeed, they must have been.
Nothing could have been more kind.

Mr. Dixon is not backward
in any attention.

He is a most charming young man ever since
the service he rendered Jane at Weymouth.

Please, aunt!

No, you will not mind my telling it to
Miss Woodhouse and Miss Smith.

Jane nearly met with a terrible calamity.

They were on the water in a boating party.

Jane, Mr. Dixon and Miss Campbell...
for thus she was then.

And... I think they had gone out rather far
for a squall blew up. And poor Jane,

at the sudden whirling round of something
or other among the sails,

would have been dashed
into the sea at once, oh!

- Oh!
- Take my hand!

Be careful!

And ever since I have been so fond of
Mr. Dixon. we had the history of that day,

- Oh, what a shocking tale!
- But one with a happy ending.

No one plays better.

Mr. Dixon would not allow that even
his fiancee was Jane's equal.

She does play and sing
infuriatingly well.

I've rarely heard anything to equal her.

Certainly not from me.

As you say.

But you will not take the pains
to aspire to true excellence.

She would make a good companion for you.

I'm sure you're right,
but I cannot warm to her.

I don't know why.
I wish I could, but I can't.

Perhaps because you see in her
the truly accomplished young lady,

you would like to be thought yourself?

You will make me quite ashamed of myself.

Did you enjoy the music, Mrs. Bates?

She's only a very little deaf,
you know.

Beautifully played, did not you
think so, Miss Woodhouse?

Oh, yes!

Mrs. Weston tells me Mr. Frank Churchill
was at Weymouth.

Was he there at the same time as you?

Yes, I think he was for some of the time.

Were you acquainted with him?
Did you have any conversation?

A little, yes.

I have to tell you he is a young gentleman
in whom I have the keenest interest.

You know he is Mr. Weston's son,
and we expect a visit from him very soon.

We've never seem him in Highbury.

What is he really like? Is he handsome?

He's reckoned to be a very fine young man.

And is he agreeable?

He is generally thought so.

But... what did you think of him?

When one's in company all the time,
at such a place as Weymouth,

it is difficult to form a just impressi�n.

I think everybody found
his manners pleasing.

I see I shall have to be content with that.

And all this is Mr. Knightley's?

Of course!

There is Donwell Abbey.

And all these farms belong
to the Donwell estate,

and everyone who lives here is a tenant
of Mr. Knightley's, or his servant.

I should never have thought that one man
could own so much.

The sparrows and the skylarks
don't belong to Mr. Knightley, do they?

Perhaps not, but the woodcock
and the pheasant certainly do.

Drive on!

Hup!

Don't you think it is pretty
and well-kept, Miss Woodhouse?

Very well kept.

Oh, dear!, now the time is come I feel
so very strange and not quite easy,

about seeing the Martins after.

But I must be sensible.

Yes, you must, Harriet.

Tell your friends you
can only stay 15 minutes.

There will be no danger in that.

Yes!

Yes!

Drive on, James, to the end of the lane,
and turn the carriage.

It was not quite comfortable at first.

But then Mrs. Martin said she thought
I'd grown since the summer.

And we went to see the marks on the
wainscot, where Mr. Martin had measured us,

and they measured me again.

And Mrs. Martin said I had
grown a good half inch.

And we were all beginning
to be ourselves again.

And then just at the end,
What do you think?

Mr. Martin himself came in.

And what then?

Oh, nothing!

He excused himself for being dirty
and went away to wash himself.

And then it was time for me to come away.

- I must come.
- I shall come.

Ah, Miss Woodhouse!

Emma, allow me to present to you my son,
Mr. Frank Churchill.

Miss Woodhouse.

We meet at last!

How do you like my son, Mr. Woodhouse?

I was extremely happy to meet Mrs. Weston.

I was sure I would like her, from her letters,
but I didn't expect to see such beauty.

I had imagined...

Well, a tolerably well-looking
woman of a certain age.

I didn't expect to see a
pretty, young woman.

Mr. Churchill, you couldn't
praise her too highly for me,

but you mustn't let Mrs. Weston hear you
speaking of her as a pretty, young woman.

Oh!, I hope I should know better.

I know whom I might praise without
being thought extravagant in my terms.

I must be going.
I have business at the Crown.

But I needn't hurry anybody else.

If you have business, sir,
perhaps I should pay a visit.

A neighbor of yours... the name is Fairfax?

I believe the family are
called Barnes... or Bates?

Of course we know Mrs. Bates.

We passed by the house.
Miss Bates was at the window.

Miss Fairfax, of course,
you met at Weymouth.

A fine girl... call upon her.

Oh, it is of little matter.
Another day would do as well.

But there was that degree
of acquaintance at Weymouth...

Go today, go today! What's right to be done
cannot be done too soon.

If you don't call early,
it will be a slight.

Nothing for it, then.

I hope that you will have time to
introduce me to Highbury, Miss Woodhouse.

And show me all the points
of interest.

This is the Crown Inn.

That looks a fine room on the first floor.

One could hold a very good ball there.

I believe it was a ballroom
many years ago.

Then we must revive it,
restore its former glory.

Are you fond of dancing?

Oh, very fond, indeed!,

but there are too few young people
in the village now to hold a dance.

Surely not!

I'm sure we shall find enough, even if
we have to send out as far as Leatherhead.

No, a ball there shall be!
And you and I shall dance at it.

And there's the Bates house.

You see, I am getting to be quite at home
in Highbury already.

Did you pay your visit yesterday?

Yes... Oh, yes!,
I was just going to mention it.

I thought it would never end.

Ten minutes would have sufficed,
but there was no getting away.

The talking aunt, you know.

I was there three quarters of an hour.

How did Miss Fairfax look?

�Oh... Very ill!

If ladies can be allowed to look ill.

A most deplorable want of complexion.

No, I won't allow that!

Miss Fairfax has her own style of beauty.
Perhaps it's not to your taste.

Yes, perhaps that's it.

Yes. I believe you're right.

Did you see her often at Weymouth?
Were you often in the same society?

Ah! This must be Ford's

that everybody attends
every day of their lives.

Let's go in!, then I can prove myself
a true citizen of Highbury.

I must buy something at Ford's.

I daresay they sell gloves?

Oh, yes!, lay out half a guinea in Ford's
and you'll be adored by all Highbury.

And what more delights does Highbury
have in store for me?

Oh!, I fear we are coming
to the end of them.

This is Mr. Elton's house.

Ah!

It's rather small, of course,
but quite suitable for him.

Mr. Elton is the vicar, and considered
by some to be a very fine young man.

Oh, I know a good deal of Mr. Elton
though I've never met him.

Really?

I know he is at present in
Bath, just recently engaged

and shortly to be married to a
Miss Augusta Hawkins of Bristol

with a fortune of 10,000 pounds.

Then you know more than I do.

Oh, I had it from Miss Bates.

Everybody is full of it...
agog to see Mr. Elton's bride.

So, this is where they will live.

I think they'll be very snug and happy.

It's a perfectly good house
to share with a woman you truly love.

A man would be a blockhead who wanted more.

You can say this... you, who have been used
to Enscombe with every degree of luxury?

Oh, I care nothing for Enscombe.

What is the good of wealth and luxury
where there is no true happiness?

Shall we make the full circle to Randalls?

You see? I have got my bearings.

Thank you, Jane.

This is a handsome instrument.

Do you play, Miss Woodhouse?

Of course! but not very well.

Not nearly as well as Jane Fairfax.

Have you heard her play?

Yes, once or twice at Weymouth.

She appeared to me to play well, but
I know nothing of the matter myself.

Though one of the party always
preferred Miss Fairfax's playing

to that of his fiancee.

So, Mr. Dixon is musical, is he?

Yes, Mr. And Mrs. Dixon were the persons.

I thought it a very strong proof
of Miss Fairfax's excellence.

Proof, indeed!

But, wasn't Miss Fairfax embarrassed
at this preference of Mr. Dixon's?

And did he perhaps prefer her
in other ways, too?

I... I really cannot say.

No, who can tell what
Jane Fairfax is feeling?

She is so very reserved.

I could never attach myself to anyone
so completely reserved.

�No!

There is safety in
reserve, but no attraction.

One cannot love a reserved person.

Father, I believe I must
go to London tomorrow.

To London?

Whatever for?

To get his hair cut?

I fear he has, Mr. Knightley.
16 miles there and 16 miles back.

I called him a coxcomb,
but he would not be dissuaded.

Foppery and nonsense!

All young people will have their
little whims, Mr. Knightley.

Yes, I see!

Just the sort of trifling,
silly fellow I took him for!

I hope he will not get it cut too short, I'm
very much afraid he will catch cold from it.

You will excuse me now, Mr. Woodhouse.

I have some business to attend to,
which I postponed to be here.

I shall meet this young man
at your party for him, Mrs. Weston.

I bid you all good day.

It is a pianoforte, mother.!

This is coming as you should do.

Using your carriage for once like a
gentleman, instead of walking everywhere.

Lucky we should arrive at the same moment,

or you wouldn't have noticed
that I'm more of a gentleman than usual.

Yes, I should, I'm sure I should!

Nonsensical girl!

It was the greatest surprise!

Really quite the finest you could wish for.

Not a grand, but a large-sized square one.

A very elegant-looking instrument.

It arrived just yesterday
without any direction.

Jane herself was at a loss
who it could be from.

What a mystery!

Ah, but now we conclude it could only be
from one quarter, do we not, Jane?

For, who else could it be from
but Colonel Campbell?

I declare, I don't know...

What are they talking about?

It seems that some mysterious person

has made Miss Fairfax
the present of a pianoforte.

Why do you smile?

Nay, why do you? I smile because you smile.

Why, do you suspect something?

If Colonel Campbell is not the giver,
who can be?

What do you say to Mr. Dixon?

I cannot help suspecting that he may have had
the misfortune to fall in love with her.

You're sure it couldn't
have come from the colonel?

If it was the colonel, she would have
guessed at once and not been puzzled.

I have no doubt at all
it was an offering of love.

An offering of love?

You have convinced me... I believe it was.

"It was early in the month of may".

"Down by the green fields
I chanced to stray".

"I heard a young maiden sigh",

"and say that the man she loved"

"had strayed away".

"Oh, father, father!, build me a boat"

"for it's over to Ireland".

"I'm yearning to float,
to search for my true love",

"through tempest and storm",

"for I know in her arms
I'm safe from all harm".

Encore! Encore!

No, no! I thank you,
but you have had quite enough from me.

Miss Fairfax, would you give us
the great pleasure of hearing you?

Yes, if you wish, Mr. Knightley.

Ah, Miss Smith! Keeping well, I trust.

No more throats?

�Oh, no!, I'm very well now.
Thank you, Mr. Perry.

I shall have been here a week tomorrow...
half my time.

I never knew days fly so fast.

Perhaps you now regret spending one of them
in having your hair cut.

No, that is nosubject of regret.

What's the matter?

I was struck by...

Really, Miss Fairfax has done
her hair in so very odd a way.

I never saw anything so outr�!

I must go and ask her whether it's
an Irish fashion... Shall I?

No, no, you shouldn't.

Yes, I will!

You shall see how she takes it.
See whether she blushes.

Do excuse me, Miss Bates.

I have been making discoveries, Emma.

Did you know that Miss Bates
and Miss Fairfax came here

in Mr. Knightley's own carriage,

and are to go home again The same way?

Is that not a marked attention from Mr. Knightley
who never uses his carriage himself?

Yes, it is, but it is just the sort of
kindness I would expect from him.

He's not a gallant man,
but he's a very humane one.

"Toil when on my
charmless breast repose",

"and I would love you all the day".

"Every night we will..."

What do you say to Mr. Knightley
and Miss Fairfax?

�No! and cut my little nephew, Henry
out of inheriting Donwell?

Never!

Besides, he does not care
about Jane Fairfax...

in the way of love.

I am sure he does not.

He is a great admirer of her talents.

What if he should have
sent for this pianoforte?

One tiny one, I insist!
I absolutely insist!

My dear sir, I must intervene.

If Miss Fairfax says she is tired, Then we
should have the courtesy to believe her.

Would you have her sing herself hoarse?

Come, Miss Fairfax, you have earned a rest.

Thank you.

Miss Woodhouse, I have come here
determined to dance,

and nothing will satisfy me
but that you and I shall show the way.

Will you?

With pleasure.

But what about little Henry?

So obliged to you for your visit.

Jane will be so pleased
to show you the new instrument.

Mr. Frank Churchill is here already fastening
the rivets of my mother's spectacles.

He really is so very...

Pray take care, Miss Woodhouse,
remember the step at the turning.

Miss Smith, the step at the turning.

Ah! This is a pleasure.

You find me occupied
in trying to be useful.

The pianoforte would not stand steady.

You see, we've been wedging it with paper.

Will you try it now, Miss Fairfax?
Just a few notes.

Ah, yes!

You hear that softness in the upper notes.

Just what those in Mr. Dixon's
party particularly prized.

I think it is such a fine instrument,

and suits Jane's style
of playing very well.

Mr. Dixon, I believe valued
that tone particularly.

It isn't fair. Don't distress her.

Oh, what felicity to hear that tune again!

If I mistake not,
that was danced at Weymouth.

Now, here's something new...

A set of Irish melodies.

Now, that was thoughtful of
whoever sent the instrument.

That betokens true affection, I believe.

Oh, but I'm forgetting!

Our ball is arranged for
next Saturday at the Crown.

My father is all enthusiasm..

I have permissi�n from
Enscombe to extend my stay,

so I shall hope to see you all there.

And, Miss Woodhouse,
I hope it is not too soon,

to secure you for the first
two dances of the evening.

Why!, I could almost fancy
myself at Maple Grove.

My brother-in-law, Mr. Suckling's seat,
you know?

Yes!, the morning room there is
just such a shape and size as this.

- Mr. E!
- Yes, my love?

Is this room not astonishingly like the
morning room at Maple Grove?

Very like indeed, Augusta.
No one observes things as you do.

I am extremely partial to Maple Grove.

My relations will be
enchanted with this place.

People with extensive grounds always enjoy
anything in the same style.

When you've seen more of the country,
you may think you've overrated Hartfield.

Surrey is full of beauties.

Oh, yes!, I am aware of that.

It is the garden of England, you know.

Surrey is the garden of England!

Many counties, I believe, are
called "The Garden of England".

Kent, and Evesham too.

No, I fancy not.

I never heard any county
but Surrey called so.

My brother and sister have promised
us a visit in the summer.

They will have their
"barouche-landau", of course.

But, you will have many parties
of that kind, Miss Woodhouse?

No, not many...
we are a very quiet set of people.

Well!, we must do something about that,
must we not, Mr. E?

Indeed, Augusta!

We've been calling at Randalls,

and very pleasant people they seem to be.

Mr. Weston seems an excellent creature.

Quite a first-rate
favorite with me already.

And Mrs. Weston... she was your governess?

I was astonished to find her so ladylike.

Quite the gentlewoman.

.Ah! And, who do you think came
in while we were there?

Knightley! Knightley himself!

My "caro sposo" had spoken
of "my friend Knightley".

Well!, he need not be ashamed of his
friend. Knightley is quite the gentleman.

And then Jane Fairfax.

Oh!, I quite rave about poor Jane Fairfax.

And I've resolved to do what I can for her.

I shall look out for a situation for her
as a governess.

Insufferable woman!

With her "caro sposo" and her "Mr. E."!

Actually, to discover that
Mr. Knightley is a gentleman!

I thought she was a very
pretty sort of young lady,

though she speaks a little too quick.

No doubt she will make him a good wife.

But I think he had better not have married.

Come, come, Mr. Woodhouse.

You mustn't be an enemy to every marriage.

And poor Jane Fairfax! Whatever her faults,
has not deserved this.

To be pitied and patronized
by such a person!

And now she must spend almost
every day with the Eltons!

With her taste and her pride!

How could she endure it?

Perhaps it is better than
being always at home.

You're right, Mrs. Weston! Miss Fairfax
might prefer to be invited by others,

but she receives attentions from Mrs. Elton
which no one else pays her.

She deserves better.

I know how highly you
think of Jane Fairfax.

Yes! Anybody may know how
highly I think of her.

Mr. Churchill, ma'am.

I come as the bearer of evil tidings.

For me they are.

Mrs. Churchill is ill.

I must leave immediately for Enscombe.

�Oh!, I am very sorry to hear it.

I hope it is not very severe.

Who can tell?

But it would seem she is far too
unwell to do without me.

I daresay I shall arrive at Enscombe
and find her quite recovered.

You see how it is... I cannot refuse to go.

No, of course you cannot!

Of all horrid things,
leave-taking is the worst.

But you will come again.

This will not be your
only visit to Highbury.

Ah!, I suppose our poor
ball must be quite given up.

For the present.

But if and when I get
away, we shall have it.

Don't forget your engagement.

No, I promise you that!
The first two dances!

It has been... such a fortnight!

Every day more precious
than the day before.

Every day... making me less fit to bear
any other place.

And you must be off this very morning?

S�! my father is to join me here.

We will walk back together,
and I must be off immediately.

Not five minutes to spare
even for Miss Fairfaxand Miss Bates?

Oh, yes!, I have called there...

passing the door.
I thought it the right thing to do.

In short...

Perhaps, Miss. Woodhouse...

I think you can hardly be
quite without suspici�n...

Ah!

This will be my father.

Better not to disturb Mr. Woodhouse.

I... hope we shall meet
again before too long.

Good-bye!

I have been thinking...

Forgive me, Miss Woodhouse,

but, are you very sad that Mr. Frank
Churchill has had to go away?

I had thought that...

Yes, so did I, Harriet, but I find
I bear his absence very well.

I believe I've enjoyed every moment
I've spent in his company.

But I suspect he's not
necessary to my happiness.

Now, Jane, you shall not escape me.

Here is April come and
June will soon be here!

I get quite anxious about you.

Have your really heard of nothing?

Oh! A situation such as you deserve
is no everyday occurrence!

You've already missed the
opportunity with Mrs. Bragge,

a cousin of Mr. Suckling of Maple Grove.

The whole worid was dying to
be governess in that family.

Wax candles in the schoolroom!

You may imagine how desirable.

But let us not lose hope.

We must begin inquiring for you directly.

I beg you would not, Mrs. Elton.

There are places in town where...
an enquiry would soon produce employment...

Offices for the sale, not quite of
human flesh, but of human intellect.

My dear, you quite shock me!

If you mean a fling at the slave trade,

I assure you Mr. Suckling was
a friend to the abolition.

No, no! The governess trade
was all I had in view.

Different as to the guilt
of those who carry it on.

But as to the misery of its victims,
I'm not sure where it lies.

Mr. Weston!

Mr. Weston, have you dined?

No, no, no, don't disturb yourselves!
Yes, I have dined.

I just returned from London
and I came straight round.

My dear, Frank is coming again.

Next week. The whole family.

Milder air, you know, for Mrs. Churchill.

They have taken a house at Richmond.

He'll be able to ride over every day.

Well, Emma, this is good news for you.

You shall have your ball
at the Crown after all.

- This is admirable!
- Excellently contrived.

Upon my word, nothing lacking.
Could not have imagined it!

Jane, Jane, look!
Did you ever see anything like it?

Mr. Knightley, it was...

A very fine young man, indeed, Mr. Weston.

You may believe me, I never compliment.

So truly the gentleman,
without the least conceit or puppyism.

I am extremely pleased with him.

Thank you, Mrs. Elton.

I have yet to meet anyone
who did not like my son.

Ah!, but you must know I can be
very severe upon young men.

I have a vast dislike of
puppies, quite a horror of them.

Had he turned out to be a puppy,

I might have said some very
cutting things, you may be sure.

I am a scourge of
puppies, am I not, Mr. E.?

Indeed you are, Augusta.

Woe betide any puppy who
ventures into your society.

Oh, Mr. Weston, you must
have had Aladdin's lamp!

Good Mrs. Stokes would
never know her room again.

I saw her just now.

"Did you not wet
your feet?", she said.

"No, we did not", I said, "did we, Jane?".

There was a mat, and Mr. Frank Churchill
was so extremely...

And there he is now, dancing.

Mr. Frank Churchill cuts a very fine
figure, does he not, Mr. Knightley?

Very sprightly.

Very sprightly... indeed, that is the word.

And so well partnered in Miss Woodhouse!

They make a pretty pair, do they not, Jane?

They might have been made
to stand up together.

Do you not dance, Mr. Elton?

Most readily, Mrs. Weston,
if you will dance with me.

Me? Oh, no!
I would get you a better partner.

If Mrs. Gilbert wishes to dance, it would
give me very great pleasure, I'm sure.

Mrs. Gilbert does not mean to dance,

but here is a young lady disengaged...
Miss Smith.

Miss Smith!

I am much obliged to you.

I did not notice... Miss Smith.

But I am an old married man now.
My dancing days are over.

You will excuse me, Mrs. Weston.

Ah, Mr. Knightley!

Excuse me, sir!

I see Knightley has taken pity
on poor little Miss Smith!

Very good-natured, I declare.

That was well done!

I think they aimed at
wounding more than Harriet.

Why are they your enemies, Emma?

Perhaps I can guess in Mr. Elton's case.

Confess, you did want him to marry Harriet?

Yes, I did, and they cannot forgive me.

I admit now, I was completely mistaken
in Mr. Elton.

There is a littleness about him
which you discovered, and I did not.

Well, in my turn, I'll admit
I underestimated Harriet Smith.

She has some first-rate qualities,
which Mrs. Elton is totally without.

An unpretending,
single-minded, artless girl.

Infinitely to be preferred by any
man of sense and taste

to such a woman as Mrs. Elton.

Come, Miss Woodhouse! Miss Otway,
Miss Smith! What are you doing?

Emma, set your companions the example.

I'm ready.

Who will you dance with?

With you, if you would ask me.

Will you?

Indeed I will!
I have seen how well you dance now.

And we're not so much brother and sister
as to make it improper.

Brother and sister?

No, indeed!

No, no, I don't think him old at all.

When you talk to him,
he seems quite different.

But I was very surprised at first.

Go on, then!

Oh, no, you are not to think that!

Pretty lady, pretty lady,
give us a penny, please!

Please, pretty lady, only a penny!

Please!

Come, Harriet!

Oh, no!

What the devil do you do here?

Stand away from that lady! Go on!

The most extraordinary good fortune,
I happened to come at that moment.

I was on my way to return a pair
of scissors to Miss Bates.

God knows what might have
happened if I hadn't.!

It does seem like providence, or something out
of a romance full of brigands and outlaws.

But for this to happen in Highbury!

How can I ever thank you
enough, Mr. Churchill?

I'm... happy to have been of
service, Miss Smith.

"Mr. Knightley invites you
to taste his strawberries,

which are ripening fast".

Quite delightful, Knightley!

Everything simple,
natural, just as I like it.

No form or parade.

We shall be just like gypsies.

Well, not in every respect, I trust.

Oh!, I wish we had come on a donkey...

Miss Bates and I, with my "caro sposo"
walking by...

Nothing could be more natural than
that, I suppose.

Some might consider it so, madam.

But Knightley,
you should have left it to me.

The invitations, everything.

I should have been glad to be lady patroness.
It would have been no trouble to me.

Perhaps not.

But there is only one woman
I could ever allow

to invite what guests
she pleased to Donwell.

Mrs. Weston... I suppose.

No, Mrs. Knightley!

And until she is in being, I will
manage such matters myself.

Well... here we are!

You're all very welcome..

Oh! The finest fruit in England!

I believe they're everybody's
favorite, always wholesome.

How delightful to gather for oneself.

The only way of really enjoying them.

With one's basket over one's arm.

So simple and natural.

I fancy myself as a sort of
shepherdess, you know.

Oh!, are you fond of
sheep, then, Mrs. Elton?

I thought Mr. Churchill
was to be with us today.

He hoped to ride over from Richmond.

He should have been here by now.

I must confess, I am a little anxious.
I have fears of his horse.

More likely Mrs. Churchill has produce
some new symptom to keep him.

Oh, look! Poor Jane Fairfax!

How can she bear it?

Now I really will not take
"no" for an answer, Jane.

This is a friend of Mrs. Bragge's.

A very superior situation, with only two
daughters, and very close to Maple Grove.

Say the word, Jane, I shall
write this very day.

I beg you would excuse me, Mrs. Elton.

Miss Fairfax, are you quite well?
Is there anything I can do?

This heat really is most oppressive.

Will you walk into the house with me?

Miss Woodhouse, I must go home.

I am quite well, but I think I must...
make sure my grandmother lacks nothing.

Will you be so kind as to say
that when I am missed?

Yes!, but let me order our carriage for
you. It can be here in five minutes.

No, please!

The greatest kindness you could do
me is to... let me have my own way.

And only say I'm gone when it's necessary.

Will you do that?

Yes, of course, if you wish it.

Thank you.

Oh, Miss Woodhouse,
the comfort of being sometimes alone!

Ah! Ah, there you are, my dear!

I hope you're being
careful as to the drafts.

You see, I am well here with a small fire.,

but this can be a very drafty house.

Ah... Miss Woodhouse!

Where is everybody?

I suppose there was hardly
much point in my coming.

The party will be breaking up, I suppose.

I met one as I came in.

Madness in such weather! Absolute madness!

What delayed you?

Oh, Mrs. Churchill,
one of her nervous seizures.

This heat is really too much!

You will be cooler if you stand still.

Yes, thank you, but I must go back again.

I could very ill be spared, but, such a
point was made of my coming!

But you will come with
us tomorrow to Box Hill?

No. It will not be worthwhile.
If I come, I shall be cross.

Then, pray stay at Richmond.

If I do, I shall be crosser still.
You all there without me!

These are difficulties
you must settle for yourself.

Choose your own degree of crossness.

You're quite right.
I'm an absolute bear today.

I will leave you.

If I come to Box Hill,
I promise to be in good temper.

Good day!

So this is Box Hill!

Well, I am very glad to see it.

Let me say at once how much I'm obliged
to you for telling me to come today.

Miss Woodhouse found me very cross
and fatigued yesterday.

And almost determined to go away forever.

Forever?

Well, for awhile...
and at least as far as Switzerland.

But thanks to her, you see, here I am.

I am very glad she did persuade you.

Thank you, Miss Smith.

Oh!, we passed Dr. Perry on
our way here on horseback.

What happened to Perry's plan
to set up a carriage, Father?

I heard of no such plan.

Yes, you wrote of it in a letter!

No, not I... I never heard of it.

Lord, how strange!

Then I suppose...

Then I suppose I must have dreamt it.

Come, Miss Woodhouse! Come, Miss Smith!
Best foot forward!

Yes, as I was saying, we came in a party,

and Captain Fitzwilloughby
was of our party.

I remember that and such a day we had.
And then...

I do not know what happened.

Captain Fitzwilloughby was called away by
his colonel, and then it came on to rain...

Are you going to play anagrams?

I'm never any good at them.

But Miss Fairfax is to be a governess,
so she can teach us all.

What do you think this could
be, Miss Fairfax?

Oh! May I try?

B...

U...

L...

No. I can't do it at all.

May I?

Oh, please!

"Blunder!". Oh!, why could I not see it?

Here's one for you, Miss Woodhouse.

For shame. Here! Take it, I don't want it!

Shall I give it to her?

No, you mustn't!

Miss Fairfax... would you care
to apply yourself to this?

I didn't know...

I didn't know proper names were allowed.

Come! What do you all do there?
Are you not hungry?

Thank you.

May I ask what the joke was,

that caused so much entertainment on one
side, and so much distress on the other?

Nothing. It was a silly
private joke, that's all.

Was it?

Emma, are you sure you understand the
degree of acquaintance between those two?

Between Frank Churchill and Jane Fairfax?

Could you really think that?

But there is nothing between them...
no attachment at all.

That is, I presume there
is none on her side...

but I know there is nothing on his.

How strange that Mr. Frank Churchill
should dream of Mr. Perry's carriage,

for it was quite a secret...
nobody knew of it but ourselves and Jane,

and now for Mr. Frank
Churchill to dream about it!

Dreams are extraordinary things!

You are in much better spirits today.

That is because I am under your command.

Can't you command yourself?

I don't believe I can.
I'm completely under your influence.

Since when?

Since I saw you first in March.

I think you should lower your voice.
No one else is speaking.

I'm saying nothing to be ashamed of.

I saw you first in March!

Let everybody hear, Mickleham to Dorking!

I saw Miss Emma Woodhouse first in March!

There. Now... we are a very dull party,
and that will not do.

I'm ordered by Miss Woodhouse to say she
desires to know what you are all thinking.

Is Miss Woodhouse sure she would
like to hear what we're all thinking?

No, upon no account!

It is the very last thing
I would stand the brunt of just now.

Ordered? By Miss Woodhouse, indeed!

Well, I was never in any circle before where
I was ordered or required to do anything...

or one where young ladies ordered
married women to do this or that.

I think it is only a kind of joke, Augusta.

Joke, indeed!

Some people don't seem to
understand proper decorum.

In that case,
Miss Woodhouse orders me to say

that she requires something entertaining
from each of you.

It can be one very clever thing,
or two moderately clever things,

or three very dull things indeed.

More of her orders?

Intolerable!

Well, I am happy to oblige, Miss Woodhouse.

"Three very dull things indeed..."
That will just do for me.

I shall be sure to say three very dull things
as soon as ever I open my mouth, shan't I?

Do not you all think I shall?

But there may be a difficulty
for you, Miss Bates!

You'll be limited as to number...
Only three at once.

Ah... yes, to be sure!

I see what she means,
and I will try to hold my tongue.

I must make myself very disagreeable,

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

Shall we walk Augusta?

Happy couple!

How well they suit each other!

Very lucky, marrying as they did,

on such a short acquaintance
formed in a public place.

How many a man has committed himself
on a short acquaintance,

and regretted it the rest of his life?

These things do occur, undoubtedly.

But only the weakest character will allow

such an unfortunate acquaintance
to be an oppressi�n forever.

Emma!

How could you be so
unfeeling to Miss Bates?

So insolent in your wit to a woman
of her age and of her situation?

I couldn't help myself!

She is a good creature, but ridiculous.
You must allow.

I daresay she didn't understand me.

I assure you she did.
She felt your full meaning.

She has talked of it since with more candor
and generosity than she got from you!

When you were a little girl, it was an
honor for you to be noticed by Miss Bates.

Now it's the other way round.

She is poor. She has sunk from the comfort
she was born to.

And you chose to humble her?

To laugh at her, openly, in company?

Her situation should secure your
compassi�n... not your ridicule.

It was badly done, Emma!

Badly done indeed!

It is so very good of you! Always so good!

Jane is not well...
she has a fearful headache.

It came upon her at Box Hill
and has got worse.

She asks me to make her apologies to you.
She cannot leave her bed.

But even so, she has determined
to accept the post with Mrs. Smallridge.

She would write today,
and so we are to lose her.

But it is very good of you to come
Miss Woodhouse! So very good!

You are always very good.

Ah!, there you are, my dear..

I wouldn't leave without seeing you.

I'm going to London, to spend a few
days with John and Isabella.

Have you anything to send or say,
besides the love which no one carries?

No, nothing!

Isn't this rather a sudden scheme?

Yes... Or rather...

I have been thinking of
it for some little time.

Dear Emma has been to call on Mrs.
And Miss Bates, Mr. Knightley.

She's always so attentive to them!

I must go.

I do not like it Emma, when people go away.

I know they must do sometimes,
but I do not like it.

Nor I.

I have made up my mind
that I shall never marry.

Harriet, what makes you say this?

I hope it's not in compliment to Mr. Elton.

Oh, no!

There is a person I admire.
But he is not someone I could ever...

I owe so much to him! And how could
anyone not admire him?

And this dates from the
service he rendered you?

Oh, yes!

When I saw him coming,
how noble he looked...

What a change! from perfect
misery to perfect happiness.

But I mustn't think of him, must I?

Well, stranger things have...

No!

Dear Harriet, you mustn't let yourself be
influenced, especially by me.

From now on, I am determined
to lead a better life.

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, what can I say?

We have such kind neighbours!

But Jane has told me to say that she still
feels quite unequal to receiving anybody.

Oh, Miss Woodhouse,
her spirits are quite overcome!

She has not left her room
for three days.

"Father... It is with the deepest sorrow
that I must inform you"

"of the death of my aunt, Mrs. Churchill".

"She was carried off by a seizure
early on Tuesday morning".

"I was glad to be with her at the last".

"As to the future,
that seems at present uncertain".

"I shall visit you again as soon as I can".

Well, I am heartily sorry for almost everything
I said and thought about Mrs. Churchill.

Yes, poor lady! Very sad.
So ill, and everyone vexed with her.

Mmm. Two interesting questions remain:

Will she have left Mr. Frank Churchill
enough money to make him independent?

And given that, who will he marry
now he is free to make his own choice?

I gather that the stepfather is a very
easygoing man, and quite unlike his wife.

Yes! Who will he marry,
now he has his choice?

Harriet, I have reformed.
My lips are sealed.

Miss Woodhouse? Ah, Miss Woodhouse!

Can you come to Randalls at any time
this morning? Mrs. Weston wants to see you.

Can you come?

Yes, of course. This moment, if you please.

But what is the matter? Is she ill?

No, no, no, no! It's something else. Be
patient. It will all come out soon enough.

Mrs. Weston will break it to you
better than I can.

Good God, what? Something has
happened to Isabella? To the children?

No, indeed!

It's nothing to do with anyone
by the name of Knightley.

It, it is to do with... Come, walk with me.

Mrs. Weston will not be easy
until she has seen you.

What is it, my dear friend?
Tell me at once.

It will do you good to
speak of your distress.

I will tell you, Emma...
Frank was here this morning.

He came to speak to his father
on a subject...

to announce an attachment.

Emma... Frank is engaged to Jane Fairfax.

He has been secretly engaged to her since
October last, when they met at Weymouth.

It was he who sent the piano.

Emma, he was engaged to Jane Fairfax
before he ever came here!

"What is the matter?".

"I have no doubt at all,
it was an offering of love".

"An offering of love?".

"You have convinced me. I believe it was".

It seems the engagement had to be secret.

He deceived us because he feared
his aunt's disapproval.

Or feared she would disinherit him.

It has hurt me, Emma, very much.

It has hurt his father, too.

Some part of his conduct we cannot excuse.

Let me relieve you on that score at least.

There was a time, I
confess, when I liked him.

When I liked him very much.

And how it came to cease, I do not know.
But you may believe me, I am safe.

But his behavior to her, and to us all!

What hypocrisy, what deceit!

Here we have been, all winter and spring!,

fancying ourselves on an equal
footing of truth and honor!,

and all this time, he has!

Oh, Lord!, How shall I break it to Harriet?

Harriet?

Me?

Why should you think it would affect me?
You don't think I care for Mr. Churchill!

But, Harriet, didn't you say so yourself?

Considering the service he rendered you,
it was extremely natural.

No! Oh, you have misunderstood me!

I meant a much more precious circumstance.

I meant Mr. Knightley...
when he asked me to dance.

Oh, good God!

Oh, Harriet!, if I had known
you meant Mr. Knightley

I should never in a million
years, have encouraged you.

Why should you not? You said that
more wonderful things had happened

And why should it not be so?

And you believe he returns your affection?

Yes, I must say that I do!

But has he said anything directly?

No... but he has talked to me
in a very particular way.

He seemed to be asking whether
my affections were engaged.

He was not thinking of Mr. Martin?

Mr. Martin! No, indeed!

I hope I know better now
than to care for Mr. Martin.

I would never have thought of Mr. Knightley,
you know had you not encouraged me.

Oh, God, that I'd never met her!

No!

Did you say anything, my dear?

Nothing, Papa.

"You and I shall never be enemies".

"Never be enemies, never be enemies..."

"I've seen how well you dance now".

"And we are not so much brother and sister
as to make it improper".

"Brother and sister?".

"No, indeed!".

"Her situation should secure your
compassi�n... not your ridicule".

"It was badly done, Emma!".

"Badly done, indeed!".

I love him!

I've always loved him.

Oh!, what have I done?

I did not expect to see you so soon.

I rode back this morning.

You must have had a wet ride.

Yes!

I have some news for you.

I have some news for you. I've heard it.

I... had a letter from Mr. Weston,
and came back directly.

You were probably less surprised
than anyone, you had your suspicions.

I wish I had attended to them...

But I seem to have been
doomed to blindness.

My dearest Emma, time will heal the wound.

I cannot tell you what I feel.

Abominable scoundrel!

He will soon be gone.

They will soon be in Yorkshire.

I feel sorry for her.
She deserves a better fate.

You're very kind, but you are mistaken.

I have never really been
attached to Mr. Churchill.

I'm sorry if I gave that impressi�n,
as I am sure I did.

I have very little to
say for my own conduct.

My vanity was flattered,
and I allowed his attentions.

He never wished to make me
fall in love with him.

It was a blind to conceal
his real situation.

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

You know, he is a most fortunate man!
Everything turns out for his good!

He meets a young woman
at a watering place!,

gains her affections,
she consents to an engagement!

He treats her abominably,
she bears it like a saint!

His aunt is in the way! His aunt dies!

He has used everybody ill, and they are
all delighted to forgive him!

He is a most fortunate man, indeed!

You speak as if you envied him.

I do envy him, Emma!

In one respect, I envy him very much.

You don't wish to know what that is?

You are determined, I see,
to have no curiosity.

Emma... I must tell you
what you will not ask,

though I may wish it unsaid
the next moment.

Oh, then don't speak it! Take a
little time, don't commit yourself.

I stopped you ungraciously just then.

Yes, I will hear you!

If you wish to tell me
you are contemplating something,

yes, you may speak to me as a friend.

As a friend?

Emma, that I fear...

No, I have gone too far for concealment.

Tell me, then,
have I no chance of ever succeeding?

My dearest Emma...

For dearest you will always be...

Tell me at once.
Say "no" if it is to be said.

I can't make speeches, Emma.

If I loved you less,
I might be able to talk about it more.

But you know what I am.
You hear nothing but truth from me.

I've blamed you. I've lectured you.

And you have borne it as no other
woman would have borne it.

Well, bear with the truth I tell you now.

My manners may not have much
to recommend them but...

Oh, you understand me!

Yes, you understand my feelings,
and will return them if you can.

I can... I do return them.

I do love you!

I believe I always have thought I didn't
know it until yesterday, I think.

Then you do consent?

I do! I do!

This is so strange!

I held you in my arms when
you were three weeks old.

Do you like me as well now
as you did then?

Oh, Lord... Harriet!

Miss Woodhouse! I was coming to see you!

I was just going to the school!

You'll be so angry with me!

No, no, quite the opposite!

I must tell you now for
you'll know soon enough.

I'm going to be married...
to Mr. Robert Martin.

He came to the school.

He was so gentlemanlike... And told me
his feelings had never changed.

That he tried to overcome his love,
but not been able to,

and Mr. Knightley
encouraged him to try again.

He is so good!
And I found I couldn't say no.

In fact, I believe I have truly been
in love with dear Robert all the time.

Oh, Miss Woodhouse!, say you will
forgive me, and think kindly of me.

Although I understand you
will not see me anymore.

Oh, Harriet!,
this is very good news, indeed.

What are you thinking of, Emma? No, I do
not think this is a good idea at all.

Think of poor Isabella.
Think of poor Miss Taylor.

But I love him, Father. And he loves me.

Yes, that may very well be,
but you'd much better not get married.

I mean, what would I do...

if you... went from Hartfield?

My dear sir,
Emma and I have discussed this,

and agree there could be no question
of Emma's leaving you.

And we understand you would be much
happier at Hartfield,

rather than removing to Donwell Abbey.

Therefore...

Mr. Knightley has offered to come and
live here as long as... you wish it, Papa.

Isn't that good of him?

But we see him every day as it is.

Why can we not go on as we did before?

We see him every day
but we are alone at night.

Papa, I have heard that the chicken thieves
have returned to the neighbourhood.

Not two nights ago they broke into Mrs.
Weston's poultry house and stole her turkeys.

Oh!

Would you not be happier knowing
Mr. Knightley were in the house?

Why! Why, yes, Emma!

I believe I would.

Best harvest, sir!

Well, I declare,
Knightley invited his tenants!

Are we to sit down with hobbledehoys?

These great men can be
eccentric, Augusta my love.

And I believe harvest
suppers are traditional.

In my opinion, eccentricity can go too far.

�Knightley!

Ladies and gentleman! Friends!

We have been blessed this year again with a
good harvest.

I have been blessed in another way too.

By next harvest...
I shall be living at Hartfield,

although I assure you all I shall be
farming my estate,

and looking after you all.

There will be stability...

There will be... continuation...

Though my life is to change.

I ask you all to drink
the healt of the lady

who has made me the
happiest men in the earth.

Miss Emma Woodhouse!

Miss Emma Woodhouse!

Ah! Mr. Knightley!

Mr. Knightley!

Miss Woodhouse, may I have the honour of
presenting Mr. Robert Martin?

Delighted, ma'am.

And so am I.

I hope you will both very happy and that you
will come and visit us soon at Hartfield,

with your sister, of
course, and Miss Smith.

Did you see that, Mr. E?

Well, I suppose she always meant to
catch Knightley, if she could.

I hope her pride will be contented now.

Oh, Emma! Such happiness!

Congratulations, Emma!

I know you think the good
fortune is all on my side.

I? Not at all, not at all!

You needn't deny it,
for once I agree with you.

Excuse me please.

Isn't she lovely?

Did you ever see such a skin?
Such smoothness?

I have always admired her complexion,

though I remember a time when you found
fault with her for being too pale.

What an impudent dog I am!

Can you forgive me, Miss Woodhouse?

If she can forgive you,
so can I, I suppose.

Oh!, she does forgive me.
She's a complete �ngel!

Look at her!
Observe the turn of her throat.

You'll be glad to hear my uncle Churchill
means to giver her all my aunt's jewels.

Won't they look beautiful against the skin?

Very beautiful.

She hears us, she hears us.
I see it in her cheek.

She pretends to listen to the others,
but she can attend to nothing else.

Will you dance with me, Emma?

You and I are not so much brother
and sister as make it improper.

Brother and sister?

No, indeed!