Emma Planet PDF and Emma doing just what she liked;highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgment,but directed chiefly by her own. 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 rank as misfortunes with her. 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 brought grief. It was on the wedding-day of this beloved friend that Emma first sat in mournful thought of any continuance. 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 for her friend.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 4of745Emma 4 of 745 and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor’s judgment, but directed chiefly by her own. 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 rank as misfortunes with her. 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 brought grief. It was on the wedding-day of this beloved friend that Emma first sat in mournful thought of any continuance. 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 for her friend. 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