Emma (2009): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript

No, no, I will not be drawn in.

As I have said, I am done with
predictions of the matrimonial kind.

I am merely telling you,

as you have been so kind
to bring the subject up again,

that I believe my nephew Henry is safe
when it comes to inheriting Donwell.

Hmm.

I do not believe that Mr Knightley
is the mysterious present-giver -

it is not in his nature
to be secretive.

Hmm. He is so discreet.

And so is she.

They are very well matched.



I think Jane would make
a very good mistress of Donwell.

Nonsense!

Anyhow... my career in match-making,
such as it was, is over.

Miss Woodhouse! Are you coming
to view the instrument?

We would be so happy to have
your opinion, Miss Woodhouse!

- We were on our way.
- Oh! Mr Frank Churchill is already here.

Do be careful, ladies.

What do you think? Mrs Weston,
Miss Woodhouse, er, Miss Smith?

We have had to make room for it,
but it is no inconvenience whatsoever.

So very kind of the Colonel.

What do you say to Mr Dixon?

Goodness me... are you still
mending Mother's glasses?

You have been here so very long.

Done.



Thank you, Mr Churchill.

Look, Mother...

There. Now you can see again.

It is a beautiful instrument.

Oh! Mr Knightley, oh, Mr Knightley!

Won't you come
and view Jane's surprise gift?

A surprise visit?

Nothing untoward at all.

What do you think, Mr Knightley?

Well, it is a very fine instrument indeed.

A very fine gift. We're all agreed.

Yes.

I'm so delighted
Mr Knightley likes the piano...

It is a reckless gift - thoughtless.

Look at the size of it.
Jane is to become a governess.

Is it to stay here forever
in her aunt's home?

The girl is in ill health.
It is a sorry thing indeed.

Do you play, Mr Churchill?
I never have, my hands are too big...

Morning, Miss Fairfax.

Well, he may not have given her
the piano

but he is very concerned
for her welfare.

I wouldn't say Donwell
is entirely safe.

Oh, Mr Knightley...

I must thank you for the apples.

Oh, it was nothing.

But a whole barrel, of your
special variety - your cook told ours

that there are none left for your
favourite pie... so very generous.

They are Jane's favourite as well,
isn't that a coincidence?

I have been here in Highbury two weeks,
yet I feel I have always lived here.

Thank goodness
your aunt's health allowed you to visit

and realise how much better we are
than you thought.

Nonsense. I had always
the best of anticipation, but...

Please forgive me for this,
but I think if there is one criticism

I would make about this wonderful place,

it is that there's just simply
not enough opportunity to dance.

Now, tell me that I am wrong!

I do believe you have hit upon
our single defect, Mr Churchill.

What do you propose?

A ball, Miss Woodhouse.
What say you to a ball?

I say yes.

Yes, indeed! I am so happy
to have any opportunity to dance.

I am fairly sure that that is one talent
in which I am the equal of Jane Fairfax.

Equal? You must be far
her superior.

She dances like a cold fish!

Now, let's have a ball here, hmm?

No, no, there's not room.

Well, you were right, as always -
how much better it is

that we should be here in town,
with plenty of space to dance!

Come on, let's test the floor space!

Where will we dine?

I think this room might be too small
and the corridor is very draughty.

Nothing must stop our momentum!

Let's ask our neighbours,
Miss Bates, what she thinks.

Ladies, come up here
and give us a hand, will you?

Miss Bates? You won't get
any sensible advice from her!

Ssh!

Miss Bates!

Miss Bates. Miss Fairfax?

Would you join us, please?

It's a capital idea! Miss Bates is a woman
who is predisposed to be happy,

and Jane could be
one of our principal dancers.

I think I would rather
the aunt than the niece.

I must have
the first dance with you.

We two will lead the ball!

Miss Bates,

I must show you this.
What do you think of this space...

for a ball?

- A ball?
- A ball.

What a marvellous idea, Mr Churchill,
what a very splendid thing!

Oh, a ball! What a marvellous idea!

Oh, I hope nothing will prevent it.
I am so looking forward to it!

Are you sure, Emma,

that Mrs Weston has discounted
the draughts in the corridor?

Absolutely - she has been
most scrupulous in her checking.

Do you think you might come, Father?

There is nothing to stop the ball
being a great occasion.

Frank Churchill and I have made a list,

- and he will design the invitations.
- Ooh!

I don't know why
you have to be so unenthusiastic.

Only young people can be expected
to enjoy dancing.

But he is not so ancient.
Are you saying you are not coming?

Oh, I will accept Mr Weston's
kind invitation when it arrives...

if it is not too long in the design.

But I will not dance.

I do not enjoy dancing
and I am not good at it.

You must wrap up warm, Emma,
in case some of the young dancers

do something remarkably reprehensible,
like opening a window.

I think you would be more enthusiastic
if Mr Frank Churchill were not so keen.

However,
I have some information for you.

Miss Jane Fairfax
is looking forward to the ball.

I have never seen her so animated!
About anything!

I assure you, my dear Emma,

that Mr Churchill will be
indifferent to my indifference.

I hardly think I am already marked
down on your dance card, now am I?

Though we may guess who is.

His aunt is extremely ill.

Frank is so low,

but he has said he is not leaving
without seeing you.

He was very particular.

I shall leave you alone.

I am sure he cannot be about to say
anything that you cannot hear also.

I am sure he can.

What can he have to say?

To me alone?

Must I really believe
he is in love with me?

How should one look? If one were
supposed to be in love in return?

I don't think so...

How does it feel to be in love?

Of all the horrid things,
saying goodbye is the worst.

This will not be your
only visit to Highbury.

Now you have reacquainted yourself
with where we are.

I don't know when I might return.

But it will be
the only thing I think about.

Our poor ball must be abandoned.

Why did we wait?
Why didn't we seize the moment?

You said we should not wait.
Why are you always right?

I am sorry to be right this time.

I would much rather be merry
than right.

Hmm.

- So you must be off this morning?
- Er, yes.

You will come back.

I think we have impressed you...

...though you were not
expecting to like us, admit it!

What a pity you have no time

to visit your other friends
before you leave.

Miss Bates's steadiness
and clarity of thought

might have calmed your anxiety.

Oh, I have been there...

I, er, I thought it right...

my duty, to tell them I must go.

In short... perhaps, Miss Woodhouse,
as you know everything...

...you could hardly be
without suspicion.

I thought I would be able
to stay here forever.

My, um...

well, my...

my regard for...

this place is, um...

is very warm.

(HE SIGHS)

I must go.

The sensation of listlessness,

weariness,

stupidity, this inability
to sit down and do anything.

This feeling that everything around
the house is dull and insipid...

... when it never was before...

It can only mean one thing.

I must be in love!

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Mrs Elton,

your castle awaits.

(SHE SQUEALS)

Harriet, please...

...for my sake...
Oh, no, I do not mean that!

For your sake...

this terrible misery
over the Eltons.

There could not be any
greater reproof for my mistake.

It was all my doing,
do not think I have forgotten it...

do not think I make light of it!

But you are the best friend
that I ever had!

Nobody is equal to you...

Oh, Miss Woodhouse,
I have been so ungrateful.

I will try my hardest.

For my own sake...

to be tranquil.

(CHURCH BELLS RING)

As always, I would like to begin today

with some of the most spiritually
uplifting words from the Old Testament,

words that I have found
most comforting.

"Let deceitful lips be made dumb."

I declare this reminds me
of Maple Grove.

My sister will love this house!

She delights to travel.

She has the latest carriage,
large and comfortable enough for four

and high enough that one can see
for miles

when one is travelling
into the countryside for summer parties!

Parties in the countryside!

We are a very quiet set of people -
we like to stay in the home.

I understand your situation,
Miss Woodhouse.

Why does he not try Bath...

where the waters, I find,
are so agreeable?

My father...

It would cheer many
an elderly gentleman up!

And for you, of course,

who have lived such a secluded life,
out of the best society...

well, just a line from me would open up
a host of new acquaintances.

Oh, we have heard that
you are very musical, Mrs Elton.

Oh, I dote on it! Dote!

As I said to Mr E -
don't give me two carriages,

don't give me enormous houses,
but I could not live without music. No.

Life would be a blank to me.

We should establish a musical club.

Have regular meetings
at yours or mine.

As leaders of society
we should show the way.

Who else have we visited?
Oh, the Westons, of course.

I was rather astonished
to find her so ladylike,

as I believe she was your governess.

Oh, and who do you think we met
while we were at Randalls?

Knightley! Knightley himself.
He's so particular a friend of Mr E.

So often mentioned,
I was impatient to meet him.

And... I must do my caro sposo
the justice of saying,

he need not be ashamed of his friend!

Knightley is quite the gentleman!

Biscuits, darling!

Absolutely.

"Knightley", indeed...

never seen him in her life and she calls
him "Knightley"! Insufferable woman!

Horrible, upstart, vulgar being
with her "Mr E" and her "caro sposo"

and her carriages and air of pert
pretension and underbred finery.

Actually to discover
that Mr Knightley is a gentleman

and that the woman who
brought me up should be ladylike!

I've never met her equal!

"Knightley", indeed!

I have known him all my life
and even I don't call him that!

She's everywhere I go!

The guest of honour,

droning on about her sister's
brand-new barouche.

You'd think we were
all poor little pygmy people,

who never travelled from our fire!

Though in my case, of course,
she's right.

She had the cheek to say

that maybe it was a good thing
the ball had to be cancelled,

because she didn't know
whether the Westons

could organise such an event without
her experience in social occasions!

And you don't need to pretend to be
disappointed the ball was cancelled.

I'm not going to pretend,

but it really was
very bad luck for you, Emma.

You don't get many opportunities
to dance. Or to get out at all.

I've brought you a book
from the Donwell library.

Box Hill!

I hear you can see for miles!

There is no reason
you shouldn't see for yourself.

We are in the same county,
it's not the moon.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

BOY: Come on, stay under the umbrella,
you'll get soaked if you get outside it.

There's only one umbrella
and there's two of us.

One of us will get wet.

Good morning, Miss Fairfax.

Oh! Good morning, Mr Knightley.

I didn't realise
you were visiting Hartfield.

Yes, just for a few days.

You're out early.

I like a walk before breakfast.
It does me good.

Not in the rain, surely?

I am going to the post office.
It is not far.

I should turn back, if I were you.
You'll get drenched.

(SHE LAUGHS)

Boys! Henry, James, come along.

Unlike you, Miss Fairfax,
my wife and father-in-law

are far from indifferent to the rain,
so I must get the boys home.

Will I see you tonight?

Emma's party for the new Mrs Elton.

- We must be on our best behaviour!
- Of course.

(SHE GASPS)

- Oh, is that a letter from Ireland?
- Yes. But, er...

I'd love to read it.

No, I will read it to you later.

Well, the children are in bed.

- Now, John, please.
- What?

- Please, be agreeable.
- Me? When am I not?

Mr Weston is not here yet.

He is usually all benevolence
and friendship.

Why on earth did you invite her
if you can't stand the woman?

Because it is my duty, of course.

We are the foremost family
in the neighbourhood.

Now, please, be pleasant.

...I think manners are
the most important...

(HE CLEARS HIS THROAT)

I hope you did not get wet on the way
to the post office this morning?

And the letters?
Not the, er, curse they often are?

Yours are of business.

Mine of... friendship.

Oh, they're the worst of the two.

Business may bring money,
friendship hardly ever does.

- You are not serious.
- He is not serious, Miss Fairfax.

May we take it that you did receive
a letter from a loved one this morning,

despite the weather?

Perhaps from Ireland?

I'm sorry to hear,

Miss Fairfax, of you being out in the rain
at the post office this morning.

Young ladies are delicate plants.
You must take good care of your health.

I am much obliged
by your concern, sir.

Going to the post office in the rain.

You sad girl!

We shall have to do
something about this!

Oh, well, the man who collects
our letters every morning

shall enquire after yours
and bring them to you.

You are very kind.
But I will not give up my walk.

No, my dear,
I'm afraid it's settled.

Excuse me!

I will not consent to your servant
being troubled!

I... I... I think
it can be a very good idea

to take a morning walk if possible,

and you are not so far
from the post office,

and then, of course,
there is the issue of privacy.

Well, I obviously
have to accustom myself

to the ways of the countryside.

Naturally, those of us from the city
with modern manners

would never dream of any indiscretion.

- Of course not, my dear.
- Thank you.

But remember the people of Highbury
are quite... unsophisticated.

They do not have
your experience of life.

Quite so,

and in Bath we would certainly
have announced dinner by now.

Dinner is served.

Now, Jane, it's time we found you
a position as a governess.

The very best positions are snapped up
as soon as they become known.

Colonel and Mrs Campbell
are in town by midsummer.

Oh?

I must spend time with them.
Please do not trouble yourself.

Oh, trouble! What nonsense.

No, I shall write to Mrs Partridge
and tell her to be on the lookout.

Thank you,
but I would rather you didn't.

We'll find you
a marvellous position.

I am sure that...

when the time comes...

I am not afraid of
being unemployed for long.

Ah!

Here comes my old beau!

I like him excessively.

He is full of
old-fashioned politeness.

He's always praising my dresses.

See how he leads the way
to talk to me.

What do you think of this one? Mmm?

Rather handsome, I think.
Not sure if it's over-trimmed?

I have the greatest dislike
of the idea of being over-trimmed,

quite a horror of finery.

Oh, Mr Weston, at last! We were
expecting you a little earlier.

- Good evening, Mr Weston.
- Miss Woodhouse.

I was late home from London
and found this.

Read it, my dear, it's for you.

You have opened it!
Then you know full well what it says.

Mrs Churchill has taken a house
in Richmond for her health!

Frank may now come and go
as he pleases.

His aunt cannot keep him from us.
He can always be home.

I confess I have been longing
to see Mr Churchill.

We are very much missing
young and elegant company.

You'll be dancing again before long,
Miss Woodhouse.

We shall have our ball after all.

Miss Woodhouse.

You have arrived just in time
to give your advice. Will it do?

Will it do? It's beautiful!
It's magical!

Oh, how wonderful you look tonight,
Emma. Doesn't she, my dear?

I thought I had come early to help.

He has asked everyone to come early
to give their advice.

The dancing will have started
before we know it.

Frank will be here somewhere,
I'll fetch him.

Is this how it should be?

Is he still in love with me?

Is Mrs Elton here?
I have a great curiosity to meet her!

He is not still in love with me.

But I do not seem to mind.

And it is a bit small...

Oh, my heavens, it's fairyland,
it's nothing less than fairyland.

Oh, aren't we lucky, Jane, to have
such friends? Look, so many friends.

Look, Mr Churchill, come let me
introduce you to Mrs Cole...

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, isn't it lovely?

It's like a dream.

It is magical, isn't it?

This is how they do things in Bath.

Mrs Elton will be disappointed.

- Yes.
- What's the matter?

She will expect it.

Oh, dear, Emma, what shall we do?

We fear that, um...
Mrs Elton expects to lead the dance.

Frank must dance with her.

Er, no, no.

Miss Woodhouse is my partner
for the first two dances, lead or not.

Well, why do you not lead her out?

Remember, I am not dancing
in my condition.

How do you like our Mrs Elton?

I don't like her at all.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the Town Square.

The room is most excellently
contrived, is it not?

Miss Woodhouse looks so brilliant
tonight.

So beautiful.

She and Mr Churchill
are made for each other.

What are you doing over here with
the old men and the card players?

- I told you, I don't dance.
- Miss Woodhouse, the second dance.

The Ship's Cook.

Oh, I see you are watching
Miss Fairfax.

Have you picked up
any clues as to her mystery?

Miss Bates told me she had received
a letter from Ireland

that made her very happy.

Perhaps from her friend, Mr Dixon!

No, I was merely thinking
how awful her hair looks.

So unbecoming.

I can't think what would possess
anyone to look that way.

Shall I go over and say something?

Oh, goodness me, no.
The music is starting, we must dance.

Whooooah!

Whooo!

Do you care for another?

Oh, no, Mr E, I am sitting this one out.

I cannot dance every dance with
the same degree of accomplishment.

I do not put myself
at the front for all to admire,

unlike some I could mention.

Quite so.

Do you not dance, Mr Elton?

Most certainly, Mrs Weston,

- if you will dance with me.
- I am not dancing tonight, sir.

Mrs Goddard, then?

Though I am an old married man,
it would give me great pleasure.

You must excuse me, Mr Elton.
I have danced my last reel, I'm afraid.

I see a young lady who I should
very much like to see dancing.

Miss Smith?

Ah, um, Mrs Weston,
you must excuse me,

but I am an old married man
and my dancing days are quite over.

No.

Hey!

Wait, wait, wait a minute.

Oh, how happy Miss Smith looks.
She is such a pretty girl.

How well she dances.

Hey!

Oh, such food,
it is the best I've ever tasted.

Oh, no coffee, thank you, for me.
I never take coffee.

A little tea, please.
Oh, here it is already, thank you.

Thank you.

For what?

Your secret is out.

You dance better than anyone.

I was completely mistaken
in Mr Elton.

There is a... littleness about him
which you saw and I did not.

He always was a small man,

made smaller by his wife.

I was convinced he was
in love with Harriet.

How could I have been so stupid!

I will do you the justice of saying

that you would have chosen better
for him than he did for himself.

Miss Smith has some
first-rate qualities,

infinitely preferable
to a sensible man than Mrs Elton.

I was surprised by our conversation.

Come on, young ladies, supper's over.
Time to start dancing again!

I am ready, sir!

- Ginny's Market.
- Who will you dance with?

Why, you,

if you will ask me?

Will you dance, dear Emma?

(PIANO PLAYS)

- I danced so much I had sore feet.
- Wonderful.

I know, it was so charming.

It was probably the best dance.

(HUMMING TUNE)

Harriet?

Harriet!

Harriet! What on earth happened?

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, it was awful.

I was walking back to school
with my friend, Miss Bickerton,

when we were set upon
by some villainous, evil gypsies.

Dozens of them. They wanted my money.

Then, just in time,
who should arrive...

Hey! What's going on!

... but Mr Churchill.

Stop that!

On his horse.

Such a thing
has never happened before!

We have always been able to walk
safely in the lanes around Highbury.

How very fortuitous it was
that you just happened along

when poor Harriet was so
desperately in need of your help.

- It was nothing.
- Oh, no, indeed.

You are too modest, Mr Churchill.

I owe you my life!

I am sure of it!

Miss Smith.

Everything will be fine.

I would not be surprised

if Harriet were about to fall in love
for the third time this year.

- And you look much recovered already.
- Thank you.

ELTON: You have captured Miss Smith
to perfection.

What a fool I was.

Oh, Harriet, when you are happily married,
in years to come,

we will laugh about this.

Oh, no,

Miss Woodhouse.

- I will never marry.
- Oh?

This is a new philosophy.

Please, tell me this is not
because of Mr Elton.

Him!

Oh, no.

If it were to do with anyone,

that someone would be a man
so superior to Mr Elton,

on a much higher plane entirely.

Harriet, I know I promised
and I fully intend never to interfere,

but do I gather that your resolution
never to marry

is because you feel
the person that you might prefer -

and remember, my match-making days
are strictly over -

is too superior to you
to ever think of you?

Oh, believe me,

I have not the presumption.

I am not so mad.

But it pleases me
to admire him from a distance.

To think of his infinite superiority
to all the rest of the world,

with gratitude, wonder and respect.

Oh, Harriet, I am not surprised

that his service to you was
enough to melt your heart.

Oh, yes! The very recollection of it!

And all that I felt at the time,
when I saw him coming to my rescue...

...how very noble he looked!

How everything changed
from perfect misery

to perfect happiness.

Oh, it is very natural that
you should be so grateful.

Oh, but, Harriet... beware.

I think you should
check your feelings.

Do not get carried away.

Be observant of him,
let his behaviour to you be your guide.

More wonderful things have happened.

There have been many happy
and unequal marriages, but no more.

I am telling you this
for we will never talk about this again.

No names shall pass between us

and there will be no possibility
of a mistake this time.

But you should know,
I do approve of the man in question,

though we will never
mention his name again.

Mrs Elton, the ball seems...

Now, Jane, time is rushing by.

We must find you a good position.

Come, come.

All the best places
will be snapped up.

As I have told you before,
I must wait until the summer.

There are plenty of places
which deal in the governess trade.

Oh, dear!
You make it sound like slavery.

Yes, your music will help you.

I am sorry, Emma.
I really don't know what you've done

for Mrs Elton to behave
towards you in this way.

I cannot say that Mrs Elton's friendship
is much of a loss to me.

(THEY LAUGH)

I am astonished, however,

at how Jane Fairfax
encourages her confidence.

Maybe she lacks the sensible comfort
of an equal friendship.

Little wonder she has to make do
with the Mrs Eltons of the world.

We know how highly
you think of Jane Fairfax.

Anyone may know how highly
I think of Miss Fairfax.

And yet,
you may not be aware how highly?

The extent of your admiration
may take you by surprise one day.

Oh, you've finally heard the gossip,
have you?

Hmm, Mr Cole told me
of his suspicions weeks ago.

And what did you say to Mr Cole?

I told him I was not about to turn
Miss Fairfax into Mrs Knightley.

- She would not have me if I asked her.
- Oh...

I like Jane and admire her.

She's a charming young woman,
but she has a fault.

She is reserved -
more reserved than she used to be -

and I like an open temperament.

Until Cole mentioned it,
the thought hadn't entered my head.

Go and get it.

Well, then,

what do you have to say to that?

I say, I never saw a man
so occupied with not being in love,

that I should not be surprised
if we were yet to hear wedding bells.

Isabella has had five children.

This is true.

Do you think it strange that I,

her only sister, did not go to London
for any of their births?

Do you think it strange?

I was there, after all.

That's what I mean.

I do love Highbury

and I have never felt like leaving.

And I could never leave Father, but...

the fact that I have
no desire to travel

might look strange to other people.

To Frank Churchill?

Oh, no, he doesn't think badly of me.

Mrs Elton, then?

You've never bothered about
what people thought before.

Even Jane Fairfax has friends

and the desire to be with them
in Ireland and Weymouth.

If you were to ask me,

I would say that you were
in need of a project.

Box Hill!

It will be a very small
and intimate party,

and we will only invite
the people we like.

Mmm.

Box Hill?!

Oh, yes!
Well, I will arrange everything.

I am so experienced in organising
the carriages.

Leave the whole expedition
in my hands!

I know Mr Weston
is the friendliest man in the world.

I just wish he wasn't so friendly.

Now I will have to suffer the Eltons,

and I was so looking forward
to our trip to Box Hill!

I don't know, dear Emma.

It seems to me always best
never to contemplate eating outside.

Mrs Elton's carriage horse is injured,

which means we all cannot go
to Box Hill.

That woman ruins everything.

We are only to postpone.

We will go, Emma.

In the meantime,
why don't you all come to Donwell?

The strawberries are ripe, and those
who wish to sit indoors may do so.

Oh, what a delightful idea!

I should like that best of all.

I shall wear a large bonnet
and put a pink ribbon on my basket!

But how on earth
will we all get to Donwell?

We could all go on donkeys!

A necessity, I think,
for dusty country life!

Donwell Lane is never dusty, but
you may come on a donkey if you wish.

Oh, look, here comes Dr Perry.

- Good afternoon, Dr Perry.
- Good afternoon, everybody.

What happened to Dr Perry's plan
of setting up a carriage?

Couldn't he help us out for Box Hill?

I didn't know he had such a plan.

Ah, but you wrote about it to me,
two months ago.

You did! In your letters!

Mrs Perry was very keen on it,

had been trying to persuade him
for ages.

(JANE FAIRFAX COUGHS)

Are you all right?

It was a mistake, a mistake
not to take a glass of water

before stepping out into this heat.

You should be more careful,
Miss Fairfax.

MISS BATES: You know, Mr Churchill,

I think Dr Perry was thinking about
a carriage,

but decided he couldn't afford it.

Mrs Perry told my mother about it.
Jane, do you remember her telling us?

Er, Miss Woodhouse,

have your nephews taken away
your box of alphabet letters?

I think...
Well, I think Miss Fairfax needs a rest.

We all need to relax
with a simple game.

How good it is to be reminded
of the child in us all.

Some of us
don't need to look that far.

How exciting. I do love
a good game of alphabet squares.

You are so very good at the letters.

Let's see what we have here.

I am sure we will...

I will take care of the invitations
to your little strawberry party.

What invitations?
Oh, I hope I can come!

As you can see, quite a few
of the possible guests are here.

Yes, but as to the rest,
leave it to me.

No, thank you,
but I will manage myself.

Married women
are the best organisers, leave it to me.

No, there is but
one married woman in the world

who I could ever allow to invite
what guests she please to Donwell.

Mrs Weston, I suppose.

No, Mrs Knightley.

And until she is in being,
I will manage matters myself.

MISS BATES: Oh, yes! I can put that round
the other way...

But it's still short, isn't it?

What have you got, Jane?
Have you any others we can add to?

Miss Fairfax?

Oh, do let me try.

I am so hopeless at games.

- Mr Knightley, will you help me?
- Oh!

Blunder!

Well done, Harriet.

No, no! For shame!

- I shall give it to her, shall I?
- Where will we put this G?

No, you mustn't.

No.

I did... I did not know
that proper words were allowed.

- Oh, yes, Jane, let's go.
- I will call the carriages.

Well, I hope the invitations will arrive

in time for the strawberry picking.

I am so glad you told Mrs Elton
you would not need her help.

She really is insufferable!

And as for Mrs Knightley,

we all wonder who she may ever be!

Emma.

May I ask, what the great amusement,
or rather the poignant sting

of the last word, "Dixon",
that was given to you and Miss Fairfax?

It seemed to give you entertainment
and was very distressing to Jane.

I could tell you, but you would not
approve and would call me a gossip.

Hmm.

Dear Emma, do you think
that you perfectly understand

the degree of acquaintance
between the gentleman and the lady

with whom you shared this joke?

Between Frank Churchill and Miss Fairfax?

Mmm.

Of course! Perfectly!

It's just that lately I have imagined
that I saw a certain attachment,

certain secret looks.

Secret looks?

(SHE LAUGHS)

Goodness me. Um... no.

The joke was, I admit,
a little... indiscreet,

but it was harmless and, I promise you,

nothing to do with any kind
of attachment between them.

It is more
that Miss Fairfax has an admirer

and Frank and I are trying
to work out who it is.

There.

A childish pursuit
we young people like to indulge in,

I'm sure you would say.

Mr Knightley,

I do not know why,
but you do not like Frank Churchill.

I am sorry for that,
but it does not mean

that you should start to imagine

all sorts of things about him
and his behaviour that are mere fancy.

I know you are keen to protect me
as an older brother would,

and I know you think

I should behave as I should,
and I promise you,

I would never do anything to truly
injure Miss Fairfax ever again.

But if Frank Churchill were
in any way attached to Miss Fairfax,

and I assure you he is not,

then he wouldn't, he would never...

He would never share
a little joke with you?

You surprise me!
I have never known you so unjust!

Or yourjudgement so inaccurate.

Frank Churchill
is an amiable young man

and I can vouch for his indifference
to Miss Fairfax, believe me.

Are you... Are you staying for supper?
It is almost time and...

Oh, er, no, thank you.

But I... I just find the fire
a little too warm for me tonight.