:03:00
The most beautifuI thing
in the worId is a match weII made...
:03:03
and a happy marriage
to you both.
:03:05
Thank you, Emma. Your painting
grows more accompIished every day.
:03:10
You are very kind,
but it wouId be aII the better...
:03:12
if I practiced my drawing
more as you urged me.
:03:15
It's very beautifuI.
:03:17
I shouId never take side
against you, Miss Woodhouse,
:03:19
but your friend is right.
:03:21
It is indeed a job weII done.
:03:23
A job weII done, Mr. EIton,
was yours in performing the ceremony.
:03:27
Must the church be
so drafty, Mr. EIton ?
:03:30
It is very difficuIt
to surrender the souI...
:03:33
when one is worried
about one's throat.
:03:35
Perhaps some tea and cake
wouId revive you, Mr. Woodhouse ?
:03:38
Miss TayIor, sureIy you're
not serving cake at your wedding ?
:03:42
Far too rich. You put us aII at periI.
And I am not aIone in feeIing so.
:03:46
Where is Mr. Perry, the apothecary ?
He wiII support me.
:03:49
He is over there, Mr. Woodhouse,
having some cake.
:03:53
What ?
:03:56
I have to take Father home.
But dear Miss TayIor--
:04:00
Oh, no !
:04:02
You are ''Dear Miss TayIor'' no more !
You are dear Mrs. Weston now.
:04:07
And how happy
this must make you.
:04:10
Such happiness this brings
to aII of us.
:04:13
My dear Emma !
:04:26
[ Woodhouse ] Poor Miss TayIor.
She was so happy here.
:04:29
Why shouId she give up being
your governess onIy to be married ?
:04:35
I am grown now.
:04:37
She cannot put up
with my iII humors forever.
:04:40
- She must wish for chiIdren of her own.
- You have no iII humors.
:04:43
Your own mother,
God rest her,
:04:47
couId be no more reaI
than Miss TayIor.
:04:49
Can she truIy wish to give Iife
to a mewIing infant...
:04:53
who wiII import disease
each time it enters the house ?
:04:57
No ! I said poor Miss TayIor
and poor, indeed, she is.