change being so very material to Hartfield as you
apprehended; and now you have Emma's account, I hope
you will be satisfied.'
`Why, to be sure,' said Mr. Woodhouse--`yes,
certainly--I cannot deny that Mrs. Weston, poor Mrs.
Weston, does come and see us pretty often-- but then--
she is always obliged to go away again.'
`It would be very hard upon Mr. Weston if she did not,
papa.-- You quite forget poor Mr. Weston.'
`I think, indeed,' said John Knightley pleasantly, `that
Mr. Weston has some little claim. You and I, Emma, will
venture to take the part of the poor husband. I, being a
husband, and you not being a wife, the claims of the man
may very likely strike us with equal force. As for Isabella,
she has been married long enough to see the convenience
of putting all the Mr. Westons aside as much as she can.'
`Me, my love,' cried his wife, hearing and
understanding only in part.-- `Are you talking about
me?--I am sure nobody ought to be, or can be, a greater
advocate for matrimony than I am; and if it had not been
for the misery of her leaving Hartfield, I should never have
thought of Miss Taylor but as the most fortunate woman
in the world; and as to slighting Mr. Weston, that
excellent Mr. Weston, I think there is nothing he does not