Emma

EXCERPT: 

Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as a governess than a friend, very fond of both daughters, but particularly of Emma.  Between _them_ it was more the intimacy of sisters.  Even before Miss Taylor had ceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper had hardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being now long passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutually attached, 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.