On many occasions before their marriage, and some since, Emma’s husband had been angry with her. Civil as he was even when angered, she always found this difficult to bear, largely because his displeasure had always been richly deserved. Despite the inevitable frictions of marriage, Knightley had never truly angered her the same way. This she had attributed to his greater age and experience and to her own meddlesome nature. Now, however, it felt as though she had saved every ounce of anger of which she was capable—all for this very moment.
