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 residence of a family of such true gentility, untainted in blood and understanding.⁠—Some faults of temper John Knightley had; but Isabella had connected herself unexceptionably. She had given them neither men, nor names, nor places, that could raise a blush. These were pleasant feelings, and she walked about and indulged them till it was necessary to do as the others did, and collect round the strawberry-beds.⁠—The whole party were assembled, excepting Frank Churchill, who was expected every moment from Richmond; and