Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home andhappy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and hadlived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.She was the youngest of the two daughters of a most affectionate, indulgentfather; and had, in consequence of her sister's marriage, been mistress of his housefrom a very early period. Her mother had died too long ago for her to have morethan an indistinct remembrance of her caresses; and her place had been suppliedby an excellent woman as governess, who had fallen little short of a mother inaffection.Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family, less as agoverness 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 hadceased to hold the nominal office of governess, the mildness of her temper hadhardly allowed her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being nowlong passed away, they had been living together as friend and friend very mutuallyattached, and Emma doing just what she liked; highly esteeming Miss Taylor'sjudgment, but directed chiefly by her own.