It was spring. The people of Highbury saw Mrs Elton for the first time in the church. Emma was one of the first people to call on Mr Elton’s wife at the vicarage and she took Harriet with her. Emma remembered the last time that she had been in the vicar’s house. Harriet sat silently. Her face was pale. She remembered too. The visit was short, but Emma’s first opinion of Mrs Elton was not good. Mrs Elton was wearing an elegant dress, but she herself was not elegant. She was vulgar60. She was not very polite and she talked too much. Mr Elton was not happy to see Emma again and he said very little. His manners were not those of a real gentleman. The Eltons soon came to call at Hartfield. Harriet was not visiting the house, so Mr Woodhouse talked to Mr Elton. Emma was able to watch Mrs Elton carefully. Emma soon made up her mind about Mrs Elton. She was a vain61 and silly woman who only thought of money and polite society. ‘Hartfield is very like my brother-in-law’s house, Maple Grove,’ Mrs Elton said, walking about. ‘This room is like the smallest sitting-room at Maple Grove. And the staircase here is exactly the same. I have spent so many happy months at Maple Grove! I did not expect to find a house like Maple Grove in Highbury. I think that the garden here is much the same too, but smaller, of course. I feel very comfortable here at Hartfield, Miss Woodhouse, very comfortable.’ ‘I am pleased to hear that,’ Emma said. Mrs Elton walked to the window and looked through it. ‘Yes, I was right,’ she said with a smile. ‘The garden here is like the garden at Maple Grove.