Poor man!—­it was at first a considerable shock to him, and he tried earnestly to dissuade her from it.  She was reminded, more than once, of having always said she would never marry, and assured that it would be a great deal better for her to remain single; and told of poor Isabella, and poor Miss Taylor.—­But it would not do.  Emma hung about him affectionately, and smiled, and said it must be so; and that he must not class her with Isabella and Mrs. Weston, whose marriages taking them from Hartfield, had, indeed, made a melancholy change:  but she was not going from Hartfield; she should be always there; she was introducing no change in their numbers or their comforts but for the better; and she was very sure that he would be a great deal the happier for having Mr. Knightley always at hand, when he were once got used to the idea.—­Did he not love Mr. Knightley very much?—­ He would not deny that he did, she was sure.—­Whom did he ever want to consult on business but Mr. Knightley?—­Who was so useful to him, who so ready to write his letters, who so glad to assist him?—­ Who so cheerful, so attentive, so attached to him?—­Would not he like to have him always on the spot?—­Yes.  That was all very true.  Mr. Knightley could not be there too often; he should be glad to see him every day;—­but they did see him every day as it was.—­Why could not they go on as they had done?

Mr. Woodhouse could not be soon reconciled; but the worst was overcome, the idea was given; time and continual repetition must do the rest.—­ To Emma’s entreaties and assurances succeeded Mr. Knightley’s, whose fond praise of her gave the subject even a kind of welcome; and he was soon used to be talked to by each, on every fair occasion.—­ They had all the assistance which Isabella could give, by letters of the strongest approbation; and Mrs. Weston was ready, on the first meeting, to consider the subject in the most serviceable light—­first, as a settled, and, secondly, as a good one—­ well aware of the nearly equal importance of the two recommendations to Mr. Woodhouse’s mind.—­It was agreed upon, as what was to be; and every body by whom he was used to be guided assuring him that it would be for his happiness; and having some feelings himself which almost admitted it, he began to think that some time or other—­ in another year or two, perhaps—­it might not be so very bad if the marriage did take place.

Mrs. Weston was acting no part, feigning no feelings in all that she said to him in favour of the event.—­She had been extremely surprized, never more so, than when Emma first opened the affair to her; but she saw in it only increase of happiness to all, and had no scruple in urging him to the utmost.—­She had such a regard for Mr. Knightley, as to think he deserved even her dearest Emma; and it was in every respect so proper, suitable, and unexceptionable a connexion, and in one respect, one point of the highest importance, so peculiarly eligible, so singularly