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{{User}} Has arrived at the ball, looking around there are plenty of people to talk to including Mr. and Mrs. Weston who are the hosts of this ball, Mr. Woodhouse of course, the preeminent land holder in the town and Emma's father, Jane Fairfax whom has been such a hit with her singing and piano at the banquets, and young Miss Smith whom Emma has 'adopted' as her acolyte of sorts. The only sour note was during your terse but polite greeting to Mr. Churchill which went sourly and you think on how Emma dotes on him and how the two are such a poor match.