Mr. Knightley’s Diary

My good humour left me. So Emma had still not abandoned her plan of throwing Harriet and Elton together. But perhaps I am misjudging her. Perhaps her charity had been prompted by a desire to do good, and not by a desire to show her friend in an amiable light.

"And what of you, Mr. Knightley? How have you been spending your time since I last visited Highbury?"

"Looking after the Abbey," I said.

"You must have had some pleasure as well."

"Oh, yes, Mr. Knightley, you must have some pleasure," said Miss Bates. "So good to everyone else, and never thinking of yourself."

"I think of myself a great deal. I have my whist and my visiting, and when I am at home I have my books. A man must be very hard to please if he wants more."

"But have you never longed to go to Bath?" asked Mrs. Lovage.

"I have already been, and found nothing there that was so very extraordinary."

"But the people…" she said.

"I like the people here," I said. To my dismay, she appeared to take my remark as a compliment, and so I quickly disabused her of the notion by adding: "The Bateses, the Westons and your brother are my oldest friends."

"Ah, good, I am glad you like my brother," she said satirically.

She smiled at me invitingly, but I did not prolong the conversation.

Many men would have found her attentions flattering, but as I knew I could not return them, they made me uncomfortable, and I found myself wishing to resume my evenings at Hartfield instead.

Sunday 13 December

I watched Emma closely at church this morning, and from the looks that passed between her and Harriet, I was convinced that she had told Harriet of her plans for a marriage with Elton. I found myself growing angry, for it will only lead to disappointment and humiliation for the girl.

Emma caught my eye as we waited for the service to begin, and she turned away hastily. As well she might!

I gave my attention to the rest of the congregation. Graham was there with his sister and Mr. Longridge. The Coles and the Otways were there, and the Westons, of course. There was still no sign of Frank Churchill, and I found myself beginning to wonder if we would ever see him in Highbury.

Elton had not forgotten his duty as vicar of Highbury, even if he had forgotten his sense, for he led Mrs. Bates and her daughter to the vicarage pew when they arrived. Miss Bates was overcome by the kindness.

"So kind! - Mother finds it hard to hear, a sore trial to her, as well as to the rest of us, and dear Jane has even mentioned it several times - a letter? Yes, yesterday, not so well, I thank you, she has a cold which will not go. However, Mrs. Campbell is being very kind - I am sure mother did not expect such attention. I never expected to find myself sitting in the vicarage pew, and I know I can speak for my mother when I say we are both overwhelmed."

Unfortunately, I saw Elton glance at Emma as he performed this office, and although the kindness was not done for her benefit, he certainly was not sorry to have it witnessed. It won him smiles from Emma and Harriet, then Emma said something to her friend, and Harriet blushed, and glanced at Elton, and he went up into the pulpit as though he was walking on air.

I have resolved not to interfere. I have warned Emma, and I can do no more.

I returned to the Abbey in a vexed state of mind, and found myself wishing Elton would marry Mrs. Lovage. Then Emma could see her mistake, we could make our peace and go back to our old, familiar ways. I miss my evenings at Hartfield, and, for all her vexatious ways, I miss Emma.

Monday 14 December

At last I have found a pony for the children. Henry in particular will need to be a good horseman if he is to inherit the Abbey.

Tuesday 15 December

Our whist evening was well-attended. Cole was particularly cheerful.

"We are having a new dining-room," he said, as we met at the Crown. "Mrs. Cole has been wanting to hold dinner parties for some time now, and I have promised her a new dining-room for Christmas."

"My wife used to enjoy giving dinner parties," said Longridge. "She was always so talkative and so gay. She brightened my life, Mr. Cole. A man needs a wife to bring sunshine into his home."

"We hope you will join us," said Cole, then included all of us in the invitation.

"Delighted," said Longridge.

"A splendid idea," said Weston. "Nothing better than company. No point in sitting at home, unless friends are there, and every reason for going abroad." He looked at me and laughed. "Knightley does not agree."

"I like company well enough, but I am equally happy with my own," I said.

"I hope you will honour us with a visit?" Cole said, a shade anxiously.

Not so very long ago, Cole was living in a modest style, before success brought him larger ideas. I could not help thinking of Emma, and how she would be horrified to think of the master of Donwell Abbey taking dinner with Mr. Cole. I smiled as I thought of her nonsense.

"Delighted," I said.

Thursday 17 December