Isabella Knightley

Kitty, a fair but frozen maid.

The name makes me think of poor Isabella, for she was very near being christened Catherine after her grandmama.

I hope we shall have her here next week.

Have you thought, my dear, where you shall put her, and what room there will be for the children? Oh, yes, she will have her own room, of course, replied Emma.

Why should there be any change? I do not know, my dear, but it is so long since she was here, not since last Easter, and then only for a few days.

Mr. John Knightley's being a lawyer is very inconvenient.

Poor Isabella, she's sadly taken away from us all, and how sorry she will be when she comes not to see Miss Taylor here.

She will not be surprised, Papa, at least.