Name: パート1 - ジェーン-オースティンによるエマのオーディオブック（第1巻：Chs 01-09 (Part 1 - Emma Audiobook by Jane Austen (Vol 1: Chs 01-09))
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Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy

disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived

nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.

She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgent father;

and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his house from a

Her mother had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct remembrance of

her caresses; and her place had been supplied by an excellent woman as

governess, who had fallen little short of a mother in affection.

Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess

than a friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma.

Between them it was more the intimacy of sisters.

Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the

mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow

they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, and Emma

doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgment, but directed

The real evils, indeed, of Emma's situation were the power of having rather too much

her own way, and a disposition to think a little too well of herself; these were the

disadvantages which threatened alloy to her many enjoyments.

The danger, however, was at present so unperceived, that they did not by any means

Sorrow came--a gentle sorrow--but not at all in the shape of any disagreeable

consciousness.--Miss Taylor married. It was Miss Taylor's loss which first

It was on the wedding-day of this beloved friend that Emma first sat in mournful

The wedding over, and the bride-people gone, her father and herself were left to

dine together, with no prospect of a third to cheer a long evening.

Her father composed himself to sleep after dinner, as usual, and she had then only to

sit and think of what she had lost. The event had every promise of happiness

Mr. Weston was a man of unexceptionable character, easy fortune, suitable age, and

pleasant manners; and there was some satisfaction in considering with what self-

denying, generous friendship she had always

wished and promoted the match; but it was a black morning's work for her.

The want of Miss Taylor would be felt every hour of every day.

She recalled her past kindness--the kindness, the affection of sixteen years--

how she had taught and how she had played with her from five years old--how she had

devoted all her powers to attach and amuse

her in health--and how nursed her through the various illnesses of childhood.

A large debt of gratitude was owing here; but the intercourse of the last seven

years, the equal footing and perfect unreserve which had soon followed

Isabella's marriage, on their being left to

each other, was yet a dearer, tenderer recollection.

She had been a friend and companion such as few possessed: intelligent, well-informed,

useful, gentle, knowing all the ways of the family, interested in all its concerns, and

peculiarly interested in herself, in every

pleasure, every scheme of hers--one to whom she could speak every thought as it arose,

and who had such an affection for her as could never find fault.

How was she to bear the change?--It was true that her friend was going only half a

mile from them; but Emma was aware that great must be the difference between a Mrs.

Weston, only half a mile from them, and a

Miss Taylor in the house; and with all her advantages, natural and domestic, she was

now in great danger of suffering from intellectual solitude.

She dearly loved her father, but he was no companion for her.

He could not meet her in conversation, rational or playful.

The evil of the actual disparity in their ages (and Mr. Woodhouse had not married

early) was much increased by his constitution and habits; for having been a

activity of mind or body, he was a much older man in ways than in years; and though

everywhere beloved for the friendliness of his heart and his amiable temper, his

talents could not have recommended him at any time.

Her sister, though comparatively but little removed by matrimony, being settled in

London, only sixteen miles off, was much beyond her daily reach; and many a long

struggled through at Hartfield, before Christmas brought the next visit from

Isabella and her husband, and their little children, to fill the house, and give her

Highbury, the large and populous village, almost amounting to a town, to which

Hartfield, in spite of its separate lawn, and shrubberies, and name, did really

The Woodhouses were first in consequence there.

She had many acquaintance in the place, for her father was universally civil, but not

one among them who could be accepted in lieu of Miss Taylor for even half a day.

It was a melancholy change; and Emma could not but sigh over it, and wish for

impossible things, till her father awoke, and made it necessary to be cheerful.

He was a nervous man, easily depressed; fond of every body that he was used to, and

hating to part with them; hating change of every kind.

Matrimony, as the origin of change, was always disagreeable; and he was by no means

yet reconciled to his own daughter's marrying, nor could ever speak of her but

entirely a match of affection, when he was now obliged to part with Miss Taylor too;

and from his habits of gentle selfishness, and of being never able to suppose that

himself, he was very much disposed to think Miss Taylor had done as sad a thing for

herself as for them, and would have been a great deal happier if she had spent all the

Emma smiled and chatted as cheerfully as she could, to keep him from such thoughts;

but when tea came, it was impossible for him not to say exactly as he had said at

"Poor Miss Taylor!--I wish she were here again.

What a pity it is that Mr. Weston ever thought of her!"

"I cannot agree with you, papa; you know I cannot.

Mr. Weston is such a good-humoured, pleasant, excellent man, that he thoroughly