She felt all the honest pride and complacency which her alliance
with the present and future proprietor could fairly warrant, as she
viewed the respectable size and style of the building, its
suitable, becoming, characteristic situation, low and sheltered—
its ample gardens stretching down to meadows washed by a stream, of
which the Abbey, with all the old neglect of prospect, had scarcely
a sight—and its abundance of timber in rows and avenues, which
neither fashion nor extravagance had rooted up.—The house was
larger than Hartfield, and totally unlike it, covering a good deal
of ground, rambling and irregular, with many comfortable, and one
or two handsome rooms.—It was just what it ought to be, and it
looked what it was—and Emma felt an increasing respect for it, as
the resi
