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　《爱玛》是简·奥斯汀继生前发表的最后一部作品。这个版本为2009年BBC推出的迷你剧。 

　　Emma Woodhouse（萝玛拉·嘉瑞 Romola Garai 饰）家境富有，聪颖美丽，伶牙俐齿又自命不凡。她自己打定主意不结婚，却有个有趣的爱好--爱当红娘。但每次她的牵线搭桥都是凭着异想天开或一时冲动，乱点鸳鸯谱，往往都是以失败告终。而Emma对别人的婚姻干预，引起了她家的老朋友Knightley（约翰尼·李·米勒 Jonny Lee Miller 饰）的不满。他告诫她应该让恋爱双方自主地处理婚姻大事，别人干预只会把事情搞糟。这也让Emma开始反思自己的行为。在和Knightley的逐渐相处中，Emma发现了他身上的发光点。最后Emma虽然没给别撮合成一对亲事，自己却和Knightley坠入情网，和喜结良缘。

 Emma Woodhouse was born with the sun shining.

 to a father who always expected the worst.

 and a carefree mother,

 whose smile Emma was not to remember.

 One day, the worst did happen.

 And as he watched his wife leave home for the last time,

 Mr Woodhouse resolved never to

 let his daughters out of sight again,

 except under the careful eye of their governess.

 Ann Taylor.

 And so the sun continued to shine brightly on Emma.

 We must hurry, Dr Perry, she has taken a turn for the worse.

 Come along, Emma.

 But other children in Highbury were not so fortunate.

 Young Frank Westons world was turned upside down.

 I will take the child, Mr Weston,

 for the sake of my foolish sister.

 But he will live with me always

 and his name will be Frank Churchill.

 And little Jane Fairfaxs life was never to be the same

 when her aunt fell on hard times.

 Its for the best, we must let Jane go.

 Captain Campbell is very well set up,

 he will give her the education we cannot.

 But we cant let the child go. Our lovely little girl...

 We will have to leave this house soon, for one smaller.

 We promised that we would do our best for Jane.

 Now remember, Jane, you write to us as often as you can.

 You will become wonderfully accomplished at everything.

 Captain Campbell is not frightening.

 Be a good girl, Jane.

 And so Jane and Frank were forced to leave Highbury

 and trust their fortune to strangers.

 - Look! - While Emma stayed comfortably at home.

 with very little to distress or vex her...

 Where she going, Miss Taylor?

 for many years to come.

 Miss Campbell was afraid that perhaps,

 they were too young,

 but Janes very keen, when she applies herself.

 She always excels, always has done.

 And then Jane says they are to go to the seaside.

 Isnt that splendid, Miss Taylor?

 Shh, Emma doesnt know anything about the seaside,

 Its best the children dont.

 Oh. Janes handwriting is so very accomplished.

 There is nothing she cannot do.

 She excels at everything, everything. I'm so glad,

 There was never a moments doubt that

 Colonel Campbell would look after her as his own daughter.

 Going away was the best thing that happened to her.

 Wasnt it, Mother?

 And then Jane says that she and Miss Campbell

 have begun learning the pianoforte.

 Colonel Campbell has a very large square.

 She played to the dinner guests.

 Did I tell you how well Jane plays, Miss Taylor?

 And she speaks French like a native though

 I'm not sure thats such a sensible thing.

 I'm going to ask Mr Knightley to teach me Chinese.

 Do you think Jane could read Chinese?

 Oh, I'm sure, I'm sure she could.

 I thought it was backwards.

 I'm sure Jane is equal to anything.

 Did I tell you

 she is halfway through her reading list of at least 100 titles.

100

 I suppose youve come to tell me off about the Chinese.

 Yes, I heard about that.

 I'm sure Miss Bates wasnt upset, but you should...

 Be kind to her.

 Yes, yes, I know! Thats just what Miss Taylor keeps telling me.

 Jane is an orphan and Miss Bates has come down in the world

 and I do try.

 Its just that Jane seems to write to her aunt every week

 and she seems to gain

 at least eight accomplishments between one and the next.

 And Miss Bates comes here every week to

 - Tell us about them.  - Emma!

 What are you doing?

 Ive compiled a list of books to read.

 101 titles.

 So that I might not be so uneducated

 compared to Jane Fairfax.

 - Oh, see I have started.  - Milton. impressive. Mmm.

 It is the first on the list.

 There are John and Isabella again.

 They are impossible.

 I'm sure Jane Fairfax is not remotely good

 at things I do well.

 She may excel at words and music but, but people,

 their hopes, their dreams, their aspirations,

 There I am the expert.

 Really? I dont imagine you could even tell us

 if we've got any hopes and dreams?

 Not you, silly.

 Youre not the romantic sort... but, er...

 but my sister and your brother.

 John and Isabella?! Surely not.

 Surely yes. Its been my express wish and intent for six months now.

 But they have known each other all their lives,

 as long as you and I. In fact, longer.

 Indeed, so a little careful prodding was necessary.

 If, if they like each other enough to marry

 It will be because they themselves wish it, not because you do.

 But I think theres nothing in it.

 You are mistaken, as always.

 I, Isabella Woodhouse take thee,

 John Knightley, to be my wedded husband.

 London.

 London, all the way to London

 might as well be the moon.

 I will look after you.

 All will be as before.

 Lucky guess.

 Nothing lucky about it.

 Just talent and intuition.

 Right, who will be next?

 I wonder.

 And so the years passed

 and the seasons change...

 and we give thanks to

 the Lord for his mercy.

 And in the Lord's own book

 we find the words to voice our thanks for these natural wonders.

 God of salvation...

 you who are the hope of all the ends of the Earth,

 by whose power...

 Good morning, Mr Elton.

 Good morning, Miss Woodhouse. I trust you are in good health.

 Very well, thank you.

 Good morning, Mr Weston.

 - Yes, my dear.  - Mr Weston.

 And the more so for this very morning

 I have finally secured the purchase of Randalls estate.

 Oh, congratulations! It is such a fine house

 and so close to us at Hartfield.

 We will be neighbours.

 What does Mr Frank Churchill think about this?

 Surely he must come home, at long last,

 to visit us and to see your new house?

 I have written to hI'm already.

 Dont worry, ladies,

 I always bring a spare umbrella with me for spring walks.

 We are in your debt, Mr Weston.

 But a man with two umbrellas cannot get wet.

 I'm sure theres room under the large one, for both of you.

 Miss Taylor, it would be an honour

 to receive you one day, at Randalls...

 - I would be delighted, Mr Weston.  - Splendid.

 Oh, dear, oh, dear!

 Poor Miss Taylor!

 You must stop this at once,

 Emma, this matchmaking.

 It is of the greatest misfortune for poor Miss Taylor.

 Just think, shes been with us and our family for 17 years.

 She might have stayed here till she died!

 If youd left well alone.

 Misfortune!? But now she has the greatest future ahead,

 a husband she loves, a house and maybe even a family.

 A family! Surely not?

 Surely you would not deny her that,

 shes looked after us so well and for so long?

 Mothers die and that is a fact.

 Miss Taylor is not young.

 Oh, dear, you should not make matches

 or predictions.

 Unfortunately they all come true.

 Everybody said that Mr Weston would never remarry.

 Yet I knew from that day with the umbrellas

 that he would marry Miss Taylor. It is my greatest success!

 Success?! And how do you reckon that?

 Success implies endeavour.

 Just saying to yourself, "I think it would be a fine thing

 if Miss Taylor and Mr Weston were to marry,"

 and then repeating it to yourself every so often

 is not the same as bringing it about.

 Just at the moment when Mr Weston bought Randalls and

 was considering how to fill it,

 I was there to smooth the way.

 Ah, just in time.

 Emma was in the process of likening you to some new drapes or a sofa.

 I believe congratulations are in order.

 Oh, we have so much to plan for,

 of course, as Hartfield is as much your home as mine,

 we will have the wedding here.

 Then there is the guest list to compile.

 Will Frank Churchill be coming?

 Well, he has written to congratulate us and

 assures us he will be here.

 You would think so.

 It would be the least he could do for his father.

 Oh, then there is the cake to think about.

 Oh, no, no, no cake, surely not!

 Well, yes, Father.

 - You would not wish to appear ungenerous. - Ungenerous?

 I am the soul of generosity!

 Yes, of course you are, so there must be cake!

 No, no cake is bad for you, especially the young.

 No cake.

 James, Henry, out!

 - Hey, come back here.  - Never!

 I've no wonder Father is concerned for Miss Taylor.

 After all shes not young

 and uprooting to Randalls,

 though it is but half a mile, will be an upheaval for all.

 You moved here, my love,

 all the way to Brunswick Square, London.

 Oh, yes, of course, but I would never have done so

 unless there was Emma to leave in charge of Hartfield and Father.

 So Emma must never be allowed to marry?

 Well, she has no wish to. She does not need to.

 Anyway, a husband might expect to tell her what to do

 and she wont like that at all.

 She is busy marrying off the whole of Highbury to each other.

 You will return to find Miss Bates engaged!

 Uncle George, Uncle George!

 Yes, I know, I know, I promised.

 Put me down, Uncle George.

 Put me down!

 Oh, Dr Perry, I do so wish I could have prevented the cake.

 I know how strongly you disapprove.

 I'm so sorry that Frank was not able to come after all.

 Yes, my dear. He was very sorry to miss the occasion.

 His aunt could not spare him.

 She is so very ill.

 I think he does it to increase his mysteriousness.

 He deliberately has not come back to Highbury all these years,

 since he was a little boy.

 We ladies can only be more intrigued and savour our anticipation,

 until he does visit,

 which will be very soon, I'm sure.

 Mr Weston.

 Though she would never have admitted it to anyone,

 Emma felt, just for one moment,

 a strange sensation,

 that maybe,

 through her own endeavours,

 she was about to lose something that might never be recovered.

 Can we have some. Please!

 No, cake, no cake, go away.

 - But, Father!  - What?

 The children are allowed to eat the cake.

 Its not good for them, makes them too excited.

 Then they run around.

 Now, Emma, enough is enough.

 No more match-making.

 This house cannot stand another departure.

 Oh, certainly, your father is right, Miss Woodhouse.

 This is a poor empty old house now

 theres just you and your father here.

 A ghost house. I wonder youll be able to sleep at night.

 I am sure my mother and I are so very pleased

 that our little home is so very cosy.

 We have no time to feel lonely

 or as if the world has left us behind.

 Well, then, what a happy day that weve had.

 I'm sure, Mother. Dont you think?

 We really had a wonderful time.

 I feel quite exhausted, I'm sure you must, too.

 Well have a very happy journey home.

 With the sun on our faces.

 Emma, let me give him some food.

 Ann said I could feed him, then I'm going to put him to bed.

 It's my turn, Isabella.

 He's not tired yet.

 He wants something to eat.

 He wants some toast.

 Here look, he wants to kiss...

 Emma, Isabella, its time to go.

 Come and get your hats on.

 Come on, lets go find Miss Taylor.

 So, how was the wedding? Who cried most?

 Cook told me the Perry children took all the cake.

 I dont believe her.

 Its good of you to exert yourself this evening,

 to visit us here after your journey.

 It is a short walk and I am fond of it.

 I think we are part of his exercise regime.

 A miles walk and a daily scolding of Emma

 is just what Dr Perry prescribes!

 Randalls is only half a mile away.

 Its an easy walk, and by carriage

 you might visit the Westons several times a day,

 - if you chose. - True.

 I have already had the coach man measure the journey.

 And now that I have returned from London,

 I thought you might like to hear more about

 the new addition to our family.

 Baby Emma...

 is already looking every bit as lively and mischievous as her aunt.

 Mrs Goddard, you have such a lovely school!

 If Jane had not had the good fortune to stay with the Campbells,

 I always say

 that this school with its

 wonderful gardens and so much...fresh air.

 Dont I always say?

 Well, we see you all at church on Sundays.

 You and a long line of little ones walking after you.

 Its a lovely sight.

 Oh, my goodness!

 Oh, Miss Woodhouse, walking alone!

 Why, yes.

 It is not safe and

 now Miss Taylor has become Mrs Weston

 you must find a walking companion.

 What if youd met the gypsies!

 Oh, but they are on the west fields and

 Mr Knightley says they are not bad sorts of travellers,

 indeed they travel here every year.

 All the other paths are safe.

 I have walked here all my life.

 I am not going to stay inside just because miss Taylor is married.

 Is she settled at Randalls?

 Oh, you must miss her very much, Miss Woodhouse.

 Are we always to expect you without her company on your future visits?

 Alone, that is?

 Oh... I hope not.

 I mean,

 naturally, we will not be so much together,

 out and about as we used to be,

 but then we were always inseparable and

 it is natural that things will be...

 different.

 To be sure.

 I'm sure youll find another companion.

 Who is that young woman?

 Wait!

 That is Harriet Smith,

 one of our most popular boarders.

 Harriet has been with us since she was a very pretty young girl.

 She will remain here to help with the little ones.

 She has been to stay at her friends, the Martins, for the holidays.

 She likes them so much she cannot say goodbye.

 What a pretty girl! Where does she come from?

 Who are her family?

 Oh, she is the, er, the,

 the natural daughter of...

 well, we dont really know who, but they are very generous.

 She has wanted for no comfort all these years

 and everything is extremely regular and paid up front.

 She is obviously the daughter of someone very refined.

 Nobility, probably, since money is no object.

 Do come for supper at Hartfield next Tuesday, Mrs Goddard.

 And bring Harriet Smith,

 if you would be so kind.

 Just for a moment there, I imagined that nothing had changed.

 Miss Taylor in her usual place and

 nothing unpleasant occurred.

 Mrs Weston, Father!

 And we have a delightful new addition to our party.

 Excuse me, Miss Woodhouse.

 I have been delayed in the village

 on the errand of one

 whose business I hold only just in higher regard than yours.

 On whose business?

 - The Almightys. - Gods?

 Oh! Of course.

 Gods business, just a little more regard than Miss Woodhouse.

 Yes. I see, how very civil.

 You are most welcome, Mr Elton, as always.

 I think I only have one introduction to make.

 My special friend, Miss Harriet Smith.

 Well, Miss Woodhouses special friend, can be one, no less to me.

 Harriet will be joining me this week when I go to visit the poor.

 Bravo.

 I dont know what you think of this

 new intimacy between emma and Harriet Smith,

 but I think it could be a bad thing.

 Oh, do you really?

 How very differently we feel.

 Are we going to have one of our quarrels about Emma, Mr Knightley?

 Well, perhaps you think I came down here

 on purpose to quarrel with you, knowing Mr Weston to be out

 and you must argue your own case.

 Well, Mr Weston would certainly support me if he were here.

 You live alone, Mr Knightley,

 and I do not think it possible for a man to appreciate

 how much a woman needs the companionship of another woman.

 and though I am but half a mile away,

 I know that in all modesty,

 Emma will miss my company dreadfully.

 It was the one drawback to my accepting my husbands proposal.

 How we are all drawn to Hartfield like magnets

 and cannot leave.

 Ive heard Emma say a dozen times she will never marry.

 If you find it difficult to leave her,

 imagine how she will ever leave her father!

 Well, we will see.

 I'm sure that obstacle can be surmounted in the event of a happy liaison

 But not just yet.

 Did she not look well last night?

 Have you ever seen such loveliness!

 Such good health and bloom!

 I have never had any fault to find in Emmas person.

 Shes always been the cleverest and the prettiest of the family.

 Emma has always been of special regard.

 I love to look at her and she's not vain about her looks.

 No, her vanity lies in another direction

 and you have cleverly put me off its discussion.

 I am not to be talked out of

 my dislike of her intimacy with harriet Smith

 and my fear it will do them both harm.

 It will play to Emmas vanity.

 And I see no harm at all.

 Harriet will benefit from Emmas superior position.

 Of course she is not the ideal companion for her

 but then, who is her equal, in Highbury?

 And Harriet can, in return, she...

 well, they can read together.

 You are always telling Emma she should read more.

 Emmas been meaning to read more since she was ten years old.

 She makes a good list, Ill concede,

 but I dont see how Harriet Smith

 could get her to read any of the books on it

 any more than you could.

 Dont worry, Harriet,

 you are doing well indeed, for a beginner.

 - Good morning, Miss Smith. - Good morning, Mr Martin.

 - I hope I find you well?  - Very well indeed, thank you.

 I do hope that your mother and sisters are in good health?

 Very good health, thank you.

 I wonder, did you manage to find the book I recommended?

 The Romance of The Forest.

 No, I'm afraid I didnt.

 But Ive asked my sisters to look out for it.

 And will read it as soon as I can manage.

 Well, good day.

 Harriet, who was that young man?

 Oh, that was my Mr Martin.

 You know, my friend that I spent such a happy summer with.

 But I thought the Martins were

 - a middle aged couple with two daughters? - Oh, no!

 There is no older Mr Martin.

 Young Mr Martin runs the farm.

 I'm surprised you do not know him.

 He often visits Mr Knightley and I am sure he knows you.

 Three apples, please.

 It would be that way around.

 He would know me

 but I'm not sure why I would know a farmer.

 Thank you.

 Harriet, is there any reason

 why you would call that young man "your Mr Martin"?

 I meant my friend Mr Martin.

 Tell me, what do you think of him?

 Is he so very plain? Do you think?

 He is remarkably plain.

 I suppose one would not expect very much of a farmer

 but I had no notion he would be so very clownish.

 To be sure. He is not so genteel as a real gentleman.

 Oh, I mean no offence, I'm sure.

 A farmer has no need to be genteel,

 but I would have thought that now

 you have been exposed to some

 very good specimens of well bred, well educated men at Hartfield,

 you would be struck by

 how unfavourable a companion your Robert Martin presents.

 Miss Woodhouse. Another letter from Jane!

 Wont you and Miss Smith step inside for tea

 while I read it to you?

 Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Bates.

 Harriet and I are going to visit the poor.

 We will come and listen tomorrow on our usual visit.

 Ah well, good then. Well, till tomorrow.

 That was a very lucky escape.

 I hope I never bore people a tenth

 as much about all the little Knightleys

 as Miss Bates does about Jane Fairfax.

 I am sick of the very name Jane Fairfax.

 Every letter must be read 40 times over. She bores me to death!

 Which is a pity, because Jane, Frank Churchill and I

 are bound together in a mysterious sort of way.

 Frank is like a lost boy, never to return home.

 Not even for his fathers wedding.

 How sad.

 A letter from Jane, Mother, to warm us.

 I asked Miss Woodhouse if she would like to hear it,

 but she cannot.

 She is so very busy on vicarage business,

 but never mind.

 She will hear it tomorrow, on Wednesday, as usual.

 Now what did I do with my... Oh, yes, here we are.

 I did wonder Mr Martin didnt remember to read the book I suggested.

 It was a romance.

 He thinks too much of business for The Romance Of The Forest?

 What kind of man is that?

 - If he is like that at... - Four and twenty.

 Four and twenty, just think what hell be like when hes older.

 He will be a totally gross, vulgar, inattentive farmer

 who thinks of nothing but profit and loss.

 I do wonder he did not remember the book.

 Oh, dont be upset, Harriet.

 Lets cheer ourselves up.

 Let us think of superior men.

 There are plenty more suitable suitors around.

 That is a very good tree.

 How accomplished young women are in all areas these days.

 You flatter us, Mr Elton.

 Oh, yes, I see how you have tried to capture the,

 er, the light and the, the atmosphere...

 so delicate yet so...

 eloquent.

 I remember you and Emma painting in exactly that way.

 Easels just so.

 I suppose things must change.

 I think her friendship with Harriet is a very good thing.

 Emma is an excellent teacher,

 and you would not want her to be so lonely without me

 that she wished to be elsewhere?

 Elsewhere? Emma? No, not possible. Who would run the house?

 Emma is no longer a child but a mature young woman.

 My work as governess is done,

 but I will always be a friend to her

 and to you.

 This truly is,

 with no exaggeration... I have seen lesser works in...

 Mr Elton?

 Do you not think what an excellent subject the human form would be?

 A watercolour of Miss Smith. What do you say to that?

 Oh, yes, indeed.

 A depiction by your fair hand of Miss Smith.

 That, that would be perfection.

 I think I should like that more than anything.

 Now, I must be going, just a short visit to thank you and,

 of course, Miss Smith for your sterling work in the parish.

 What did I tell you?

 I knew there would be suitors soon enough.

 Whose portrait do you think mr Elton has commissioned me to paint?

 Whose?

 Why, yours of course.

 Oh, no, Miss Woodhouse. Are you sure?

 Absolutely! What did he say to you before he left?

 Oh, that my painting is coming along splendidly.

 Oh, he really must be in love.

 Oh, Miss Woodhouse, what shall I do?

 How should I ever behave towards him?

 Oh, do not worry, Harriet.

 I will be your guide.

 You will be married by the New Year.

 Robert Martin!

 Is that you?

 No, no, Miss Smith.

 You must keep your pose, like a statue.

 The, the great artist must be allowed time to create.

 Not a fraction, Miss Smith.

 The painting must be perfect.

 Youre quite sure this is a prudent course of action?

 Yes, Sir.

 Hmm, the plan seems sound.

 I've known you how long now?

 And Ive never known you put the farm at risk in any way.

 Are you sure you wouldnt be more sensible to

 consider this development in a few years?

 - How old are you? About four and twenty? - I am 24.

 I do not want to waste my life.

 I see no reason to delay something I have set my mind on.

 Then I'm surprised

 that you wish to hear my thoughts on your expansion project.

 You dont strictly need my permission.

 Good luck, Robert.

 Thank you, Sir.

 - Miss Smith? - Yes.

 There's too many pies, Amy...

 Excuse me.

 Oh, Miss Woodhouse, Miss Woodhouse.

 You will never guess.

 Calm down, Harriet. Whatever is the matter?

 What should I do?

 It is such a surprise. This was sent to me this morning.

 It is a proposal from Robert Martin.

 Well, at least I thought it was when I read it.

 It is a very good letter, is it not?

 I'm sure, I do not know.

 It is a delightful surprise.

 Or is it unwelcome?

 But, well, he writes as though he loves me very much.

 Well, is it a good letter?

 Or is it...

 ..Too short?

 It is a good letter.

 So much so I think it likely one of his sisters wrote it for him.

 But it is a better written letter than I expected.

 I hope I am honest enough to say that.

 Well, what should I do?

 What should you do? What do you mean?

 Oh, in regards to the letter?

 - Well, you must answer it, and straight away. - Yes.

 Yes, I knew youd know.

 But, oh dear, what should I say?

 Oh, Harriet, no. The wording of the letter must be all your own.

 I'm sure you can manage.

 You must be very clear and properly conscious of

 the pain you will inflict.

 So you think I ought to refuse him, then?

 Ought to refuse...?

 Oh, pardon me!

 I imagined you asked me merely to advise you as to the phrasing.

 So you actually want to accept Robert Martin?

 I dont know.

 I, I do.

 I dont.

 Oh, Miss Woodhouse, please help me.

 I can have nothing to do with your decision, Harriet.

 It is up to you to know your own feelings.

 I really had no idea he liked me so very much.

 I think as a general rule,

 if a woman doubts whether to accept a man or not,

 she really ought to refuse him.

 Although, of course, I... I do not want to influence you.

 But please, please do.

 Do influence me,

 if you would be so kind?

 Miss Woodhouse, I am determined.

 I, I really am...almost.

 I have made up my mind to...

 refuse Mr Martin?

 Do you think I'm right?

 Perfectly. Perfectly right. Oh, oh!

 When you were all in suspense

 I kept my feelings to myself,

 but now you are decided, I congratulate you!

 Oh, oh, thank goodness

 I am in no danger of losing your company forever.

 No, I could never have visited Mrs Robert Martin of Abbey Mill Farm.

 Oh, now I am secure of my little friend forever.

 Oh, dear Miss Woodhouse,

 I would not give up the pleasure of your friendship

 for anything in the world.

 However I really do think Mr Martin an amiable young man,

 and so very attracted to me.

 Come, sit. You must write immediately.

 It would be unfeeling and discourteous to delay your refusal.

 What artistry,

 what perfection.

 How cleverly you have suggested

 the, uh, the Greek atmosphere

 and the landscape, in only a few deft strokes.

 What do you think, Mr Woodhouse?

 Has Miss Woodhouse not surpassed

 herself on this occasion?

 Its charming, extremely charming.

 But dont you think Miss Smith should be

 wearing a more substantial shawl?

 Er, no. It is a summer scene, Father.

 Young girls can get a chill even in sunny weather.

 No, Father, Miss Smith posed in this very room

 without the slightest fear of draught.

 Well, we dont want to encourage people to take unnecessary risks now.

 Well, I do not see how it could be bettered.

 You have captured

 Miss Smith to perfection.

 We must get it properly framed.

 Next time John and Isabella come

 well get them to take it to London,

 have it framed for you.

 But that may be some weeks away.

 Might I offer my services?

 I could ride to town and back in a day on such a precious errand.

 Emma, my dear.

 I have done one of my three turns.

 Could I ask you for some help?

 Could you tie my scarf, make it a bit more secure?

 Do you think I should finish my walk?

 Of course, we must keep to routine.

 Ah, Mr Knightley. Do forgive me,

 I have to walk and when Ive started, I can't stop.

 Will you be all right with just Emma for company?

 Because I can always...

 Oh, I think Emma and I can manage by ourselves for now.

 No Miss Smith today, looking fetching amongst the roses?

 I thought she was becoming a fixture?

 No, no, I'm not teasing you.

 Miss Smith is a pretty little creature

 and I am inclined to think her character improved.

 And I think she has improved due to your influence.

 Thank you. And as you never praise me unless you can possibly help it

 that must be a compliment.

 She will be here soon

 if she can extricate herself from the Highbury gossips.

 Tiresome wretches.

 It's possible that she is more tolerant

 of tiresome wretches than you are.

 But maybe she is delayed on far more pleasant business?

 - Really? - I have good reason to believe that

 your friend will soon receive good news.

 And it is news that will appeal to you.

 Any of your brides and bridegrooms still live under there?

 No. I am quite grown out of dolls.

 So, let me tell you.

 Mr Robert Martin is desperately in love with

 your Miss Smith and means to marry her.

 There. I have surprised you for once.

 He came to speak to me about it,

 and despite my doubts about the match

 I gave my blessing. This was the day before yesterday.

 I must say I'm surprised

 your friend has been able to keep the good news to herself.

 I thought he would have spoken yesterday.

 - He was so determined. - How do you know that

 Mr Martin did not voice his thoughts yesterday?

 I do not know it absolutely.

 I thought she spent the whole day with you.

 Now I will tell you something.

 Mr Martin did speak yesterday. That is, he wrote

 and he was refused.

 Then she is an even greater simpleton than I thought!

 Oh, of course,

 its incomprehensible that a woman would ever refuse an offer of marriage

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

 A man does not imagine any such thing.

 Harriet Smith refuse Robert Martin?

 Its madness.

 Maybe you are mistaken.

 I saw her answer. Nothing could be clearer.

 You saw her answer?

 Hello.

 You wrote it.

 You persuaded her to refuse him. Emma, look at me!

 This is your doing. I am sure of it.

 You could never lie to me with any success.

 Mr Martin is a very respectable young man,

 I am sure.

 But I will not agree that he is Harriets equal.

 No, he is not her equal. He is far her superior.

 Harriet Smith is the natural daughter of nobody knows whom.

 Shes not a sensible girl and has been taught nothing useful.

 She has no experience and little wit.

 She is pretty, good tempered, maybe.

 But that is all.

 I felt that in all respects he could do no worse.

 But he was so in love with her,

 he IS so in love with her

 that he would not be reasoned with.

 I even thought, "Even Emma will think that this is a good match."

 I cant believe you know so little of Emma as to say such a thing.

 A farmer, a good match for MY intimate friend?

 It would be a degradation.

 A degradation? For illegitimacy and ignorance

 to be married to a respectable, intelligent farmer?

 There can scarcely be any doubt that

 her father was a gentleman, and a gentleman of fortune.

 Nothing has been begrudged her.

 Why should the child pay for the offences of others?

 Harriet IS a gentlemans daughter,

 she associates with gentlemens daughters.

 She is therefore superior to your Robert Martin.

 Emma, Emma, we live in the real world,

 where children do pay for the offence of their parents,

 and it does not appear to be in their plans

 to introduce Harriet into their society, whoever they may be.

 But we live here in Highbury,

 where we treat people with the respect and courtesy they deserve.

 Harriets friends, whoever they may be,

 thought Mrs Goddards boarding school and company

 good enough for Harriet.

 And Harriet also thought it good enough

 until you encouraged her to think above her station.

 She was as happy as possible with the Martins in the summer.

 And Robert has no vanity.

 He would not have proposed if he thought that she did not favour him.

 She must have encouraged him.

 Well then, let us, as you say, live in the real world,

 where men of course always reject a girl with a pretty face

 in favour of one with a well informed mind.

 - What? - Oh, no, no, no. I bow to your superior knowledge,

 your 16 years more experience. You must know best.

 Harriet, with her good looks and easy temperament

 will be right at the back of the queue with your sex

 when it comes to choosing a mate.

 Now we have both made our argument,

 let us not quarrel.

 Hmm! Really,

 it is better to be without wits than apply them as you do, Emma.

 There. Don't you see how you add force to my argument?

 Men dont like girls who argue.

 Harriet is just the sort of girl every man wants.

 She bewitches his senses and

 satisfies him that he is always right.

 Were you ever to marry, shell be just the sort of woman for you. Ha!

 Mark my words - Harriet can pick and choose.

 Here she is, right at the beginning of her life.

 Why should she accept the first offer she receives?

 Excuse me.

 Thank you so much, Mr Elton.

 Harriet will be so very grateful.

 How can we wait a moment longer than necessary

 to see this painting framed and hung for all to see?

 Well then, goodbye, Mr Elton.

 Safe journey.

 That man is so full of himself

 I'm surprised he can stay on that horse.

 Ive always thought it a bad friendship for you, Emma.

 But now that I think of it, I think it is worse for Miss Smith.

 Men of sense do not want silly wives.

 And most men of family will be afraid of

 the disgrace that they get caught up in

 if and when the mystery of her parentage is revealed.

 You let her marry Robert Martin,

 shes respectable and happy forever.

 Set her sights higher,

 and she may end up at Mrs Goddards for the rest of her life.

 We think so differently about this

 I think we should stop talking about it.

 And as for my letting her marry Robert Martin,

 it is impossible. Harriet has refused him.

 She must abide by her decision.

 I do not pretend to have that much influence, just a little.

 But really, his appearance was so much against him

 and his manner so bad

 that if she ever were disposed to favour him,

 she certainly doesnt now.

 What nonsense.

 I really think it is time for tea

 and yet it has not appeared.

 Do you think I should call Father in?

 Well, I suppose it is no great loss - for Mr Martin, that is.

 Hell get over her soon, I hope.

 But I know that your love of matchmaking means that you

 are more to do with this than you so modestly deny.

 That is the real reason you are annoyed.

 I gave my advice and you gave yours,

 but it was mine that prevailed and

 you do not want to admit it.

 I am so pleased you have come back, for we will always be friends.

 No, I came back to say this, Emma.

 As you make no secret of your matchmaking,

 I assume that you would not have taken this drastic step

 unless you had another suitor in mind.

 And as a friend, I will just hint to you that

 if Elton is the chosen man,

 Elton will not do.

 He knows he is a very handsome young man

 and will never marry cheaply.

 I have heard him speak with great animation of

 a large family of young ladies who all have 20,000 a piece.

 Harriet and Robert are not your playthings, your dolls,

 to be told what to do and to marry under the table at your bidding.

 Theyre flesh and blood!

 And one day you will bitterly regret your meddling.

 Mr Knightley?

 I didnt realise Mr Knightley would be leaving so soon.

 I knew I shouldnt have taken that last turn.

 Miss Fairfax. I'm so pleased to see you again.

 You seem lost, Sir.

 I'm not lost.

 Mr Frank Churchill.

 I've heard so much about you,

 it is almost as if we had already met.

 Its, its just a small verse

 of a romantic nature.

 I would like to know that

 Mr Martin is not so very bitterly disappointed.

 Ive never seen a man more disappointed.

 Mr Dixon saved her life.

 It was nothing.

Why would she move home to Miss Bates tiny little cottage

when she could go to Ireland

to Mr Dixon's, no doubt, boundlessly beautiful estate?

- I'm ashamed to arrive with you. - Oh, dont be ridiculous, Emma.

 It is all my fault?

 I blame myself.

 I adore you.

 I think that I might die if you refuse me.