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1It was a dislike so little just--every imputed fault was so magnified by fancy, that she never saw Jane Fairfax the
2first time after any considerable absence, without feeling that she had injured her; and now, when the due visit was
3paid, on her arrival, after a two years' interval, she was particularly struck with the very appearance and manners,
4which for those two whole years she had been depreciating. Jane Fairfax was very elegant, remarkably elegant; and she
5had herself the highest value for elegance. Her height was pretty, just such as almost every body would think tall, and
6nobody could think very tall; her figure particularly graceful; her size a most becoming medium, between fat and thin,
7though a slight appearance of ill-health seemed to point out the likeliest evil of the two. Emma could not but feel all
8this; and then, her face--her features--there was more beauty in them altogether than she had remembered; it was not
9regular, but it was very pleasing beauty. Her eyes, a deep grey, with dark eye-lashes and eyebrows, had never been
10denied their praise; but the skin, which she had been used to cavil at, as wanting colour, had a clearness and delicacy
11which really needed no fuller bloom. It was a style of beauty, of which elegance was the reigning character, and as
12such, she must, in honour, by all her principles, admire it:--elegance, which, whether of person or of mind, she saw so
13little in Highbury. There, not to be vulgar, was distinction, and merit. In short, she sat, during the first visit,
14looking at Jane Fairfax with twofold complacency; the sense of pleasure and the sense of rendering justice, and was
15determining that she would dislike her no longer. When she took in her history, indeed, her situation, as well as her
16beauty; when she considered what all this elegance was destined to, what she was going to sink from, how she was going
17to live, it seemed impossible to feel any thing but compassion and respect; especially, if to every well-known
18particular entitling her to interest, were added the highly probable circumstance of an attachment to Mr. Dixon, which
19she had so naturally started to herself. In that case, nothing could be more pitiable or more honourable than the
20sacrifices she had resolved on. Emma was very willing now to acquit her of having seduced Mr. Dixon's affections from
21his wife, or of any thing mischievous which her imagination had suggested at first. If it were love, it might be simple,
22single, successless love on her side alone. She might have been unconsciously sucking in the sad poison, while a sharer
23of his conversation with her friend; and from the best, the purest of motives, might now be denying herself this visit
24to Ireland, and resolving to divide herself effectually from him and his connexions by soon beginning her career of
25laborious duty. Upon the whole, Emma left her with such softened, charitable feelings, as made her look around in
26walking home, and lament that Highbury afforded no young man worthy of giving her independence; nobody that she could
27wish to scheme about for her. These were charming feelings--but not lasting. Before she had committed herself by any
28public profession of eternal friendship for Jane Fairfax, or done more towards a recantation of past prejudices and
29errors, than saying to Mr. Knightley, "She certainly is handsome; she is better than handsome!" Jane had spent an
30evening at Hartfield with her grandmother and aunt, and every thing was relapsing much into its usual state. Former
31provocations reappeared. The aunt was as tiresome as ever; more tiresome, because anxiety for her health was now added
32to admiration of her powers; and they had to listen to the description of exactly how little bread and butter she ate
33for breakfast, and how small a slice of mutton for dinner, as well as to see exhibitions of new caps and new workbags
34for her mother and herself; and Jane's offences rose again. They had music; Emma was obliged to play; and the thanks and
35praise which necessarily followed appeared to her an affectation of candour, an air of greatness, meaning only to shew
36off in higher style her own very superior performance. She was, besides, which was the worst of all, so cold, so
37cautious! There was no getting at her real opinion. Wrapt up in a cloak of politeness, she seemed determined to hazard
38nothing. She was disgustingly, was suspiciously reserved. If any thing could be more, where all was most, she was more
39reserved on the subject of Weymouth and the Dixons than any thing. She seemed bent on giving no real insight into Mr.
40Dixon's character, or her own value for his company, or opinion of the suitableness of the match. It was all general
41approbation and smoothness; nothing delineated or distinguished. It did her no service however. Her caution was thrown
42away. Emma saw its artifice, and returned to her first surmises. There probably was something more to conceal than her
43own preference; Mr. Dixon, perhaps, had been very near changing one friend for the other, or been fixed only to Miss
44Campbell, for the sake of the future twelve thousand pounds. The like reserve prevailed on other topics. She and Mr.
45Frank Churchill had been at Weymouth at the same time. It was known that they were a little acquainted; but not a
46syllable of real information could Emma procure as to what he truly was. "Was he handsome?"--"She believed he was
47reckoned a very fine young man." "Was he agreeable?"--"He was generally thought so." "Did he appear a sensible young
48man; a young man of information?"--"At a watering-place, or in a common London acquaintance, it was difficult to decide
49on such points. Manners were all that could be safely judged of, under a much longer knowledge than they had yet had of
50Mr. Churchill. She believed every body found his manners pleasing." Emma could not forgive her.
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