She sat or lay on sofas, reading Scott
and taking tea. She tried to concentrate
on Henry's sermon, thought it second-rate
although he was her brother. And the plot
of her new novel caused her great concern.
Should Emma go unpunished for her pride?
She thought she'd wait some chapters to decide.
Henry would say that sinners always earn
death and misfortune. Emma's vanity
was mostly hers – wanting to make folk dance
for her amusement. Writing was her chance
to do it guiltless. There's no tragedy
in such a small life. Wrote six perfect books
each grows in scale the more the reader looks.