Mr. Weston

Oh, no, not in the least.

I never saw Mrs. Weston better in my life.

Never looking so well.

Papa is only speaking his own regret.

Not near so often, my dear, as I could wish.

Oh, Papa, we have missed seeing them but one entire day since they married, replied Emma.

Either in the morning or evening of every day, excepting one, have we seen either Mr. Weston or Mrs. Weston, and generally both, either at Randalls or here.

And as you may suppose, Isabella most frequently here.

To her voluntary communications Emma could get no more approving reply, than, "Very well.

If the Westons think it worth while to be at all this trouble for a few hours of noisy entertainment, I have nothing to say against it, but that they shall not chuse pleasures for me.—Oh! yes, I must be there; I could not refuse; and I will keep as much awake as I can; but I would rather be at home, looking over William Larkins's week's account; much rather, I confess.—Pleasure in seeing dancing!—not I, indeed—I never look at it—I do not know who does.—Fine dancing, I believe, like virtue, must be its own reward.

Those who are standing by are usually thinking of something very different." This Emma felt was aimed at her; and it made her quite angry.

It was not in compliment to Jane Fairfax, however, that he was so indifferent, or indignant; he was not guided by her feelings in reprobating the ball, for she enjoyed the thought of it to an extraordinary degree.

After Emma had talked about it for ten minutes, Mr. Woodhouse felt no unwillingness, and only made the usual stipulation of not sitting at the bottom of the table himself, with the usual regular difficulty of deciding who should do it for him.

The persons to be invited required little thought.

Besides the Eltons, it must be the Westons and Mr. Knightley.

So far it was all of course.

And though Harriet might already have caught the eye of Mr. Martin, Emma could not countenance such a match with a mere gentleman farmer, especially one who she believes can barely read.

We now join Emma's friends, Mr. Knightley and Mrs. Weston, who perhaps know her better than anyone, but what do they make of her new friendship with Harriet? And how will Emma step up her campaign to bring her timid new acquaintance into Mr.

Elton's orbit? Now, if you're sitting comfortably, then I'll begin.

From the Noiser Podcast Network, this is Emma, Part Three.

Chapter Five.

"I do not know what your opinion may be, Mrs. Weston," said Mr. Knightley, "of this great intimacy between Emma and Harriet Smith, but I think it a bad thing." "A bad thing? Do, do you really think it a bad thing? Why so?" "I think they will neither of them do the other any good." "You surprise me," replied Mrs.

Weston.

"Emma must do Harriet good, and by supplying her with a new object of interest, Harriet may be said to do Emma good.