He made an attempt to rally. “Ah, well, as vicar, I am called upon to be understanding. ‘Judge not, that ye be not judged,’ as the Good Book says. I know Mr. Woodhouse to be a good and loyal man who suffers for his friend. I only hope that someday he can find a way to forgive me.”
That was a surprisingly charitable view from a person who had often displayed a certain meanness of character.
In the aftermath of his wife’s death, Emma had found Mr. Elton’s behavior erratic, even strange. But perhaps grief was transforming him into a man more perceptive of the sensibilities of others, a man with a greater understanding of the natural foibles of his neighbors and friends.
“I appreciate your kindness, Mr. Elton. As I mentioned, I’m sure the situation is temporary.”
“I truly do understand, though I must admit that your steadfast friendship has been a great source of consolation. To be deprived of it—no matter how justly—is indeed a cruel blow.”
That seemed a bit much.
“Mr. Knightley and I are always at your disposal, and of course, you are welcome at Donwell. May I pour you another cup of tea?”
He smiled. “You and Mr. Knightley are both so kind.”
Congratulating herself for getting over rough ground with relative ease, she decided it was time to venture into more rocky terrain.
“And how is Mr. Suckling?” she casually asked as she refilled his cup. “Will he be returning to Highbury? You must find his help agreatcomfort.”
There. That was certainly a leading question.
Mr. Elton took the cup before answering. “My brother-in-law will be returning in a few days to assist me with some outstanding financial matters. I have little head for business, which is why I depend so much on Horace. He is an excellent man.”
She mentally blinked at this blatant reframing of their relationship. “Well, you are fortunate to have his assistance, then. I hope those financial matters will not prove too troubling.”
“I shouldn’t think so.”
He alternately sipped his tea and smiled at her, apparently having nothing further to say. Clearly, he needed a nudge.
“My husband would be happy to assist you, as well, Mr. Elton. As you know, he is quite adept in financial and legal matters.”
The vicar looked surprised. “Of course, but I wouldn’t dream of imposing on him. He’s much too busy to worry about my little problems.”
Emma mentally regrouped.
“And how are you faring when it comes to managing your household, sir? Because I know you relied greatly on your wife, I should be happy to help until you find your footing.” She gave him an encouraging smile. “I have been managing Hartfield for several years, so I have quite a bit of experience in that regard.”
He seemed to consider her offer. Emma held her breath, willing him to say yes.
Alas, the vicar regretfully shook his head. “I can no more impose on you than I can on your husband, dear madam. Mrs. Wright and I will muddle along, never fear. And I always have Horace to fall back upon.”
As much as it annoyed her, Emma now had to admit defeat. Mr. Elton was a closed book in regard to his finances.
“Of course. Still, if you encounter any difficulties or wish to make changes in your style of housekeeping, please don’t hesitate to ask for my help.”
He issued a melancholy sigh. “I imagine my housekeeping will be much reduced, now that I am a widower. My sole focus will henceforth be the well-being of my parishioners, Mrs. Knightley.”
“Very proper, I’m sure.” She put down her cup. “Thank you for the tea, Mr. Elton.”
With profuse expressions of gratitude for her support, he escorted her to the door. As she was making her farewells, he hesitantly touched her arm.
“Mrs. Knightley, may I ask a great favor of you?”
“Of course.”
“I would be grateful if you could again convey my apologies to your father. At the time, it seemed that coming forward with the promissory note was both a matter of conscience and a sacred duty I owed to my wife.”
That took Emma by surprise. Revealing the promissory note had ultimately led to nothing but embarrassing questions about his wife and her fraught relations with her neighbors.
