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by Jane Austen



Emma Woodhousehandsomecleverand richwith a comfortable home
and happy dispositionseemed to unite some of the best blessings
of existence; and had lived 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
indulgent father; and hadin consequence of her sister's marriage
been mistress of his house from a very early period. Her mother
had died too long ago for her to have more than an indistinct
remembrance of her caresses; and her place had been supplied
by an excellent woman as governesswho had fallen little short
of a mother in affection.

Sixteen years had Miss Taylor been in Mr. Woodhouse's family
less as a governess than a friendvery 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 governessthe mildness of her temper had hardly allowed
her to impose any restraint; and the shadow of authority being
now long passed awaythey had been living together as friend and
friend very mutually attachedand Emma doing just what she liked;
highly esteeming Miss Taylor's judgmentbut directed chiefly by
her own.

The real evilsindeedof Emma's situation were the power of having
rather too much her own wayand a disposition to think a little
too well of herself; these were the disadvantages which threatened
alloy to her many enjoyments. The dangerhoweverwas at present
so unperceivedthat 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 overand the bride-people gone
her father and herself were left to dine togetherwith no prospect
of a third to cheer a long evening. Her father composed himself
to sleep after dinneras usualand she had then only to sit
and think of what she had lost.

The event had every promise of happiness for her friend. Mr. Weston
was a man of unexceptionable charactereasy fortunesuitable age
and pleasant manners; and there was some satisfaction in considering
with what self-denyinggenerous friendship she had always wished

and promoted the match; but it was a black morning's work for her.
The want of Miss Taylor would be felt every hour of every day.
She recalled her past kindness--the kindnessthe affection of sixteen
years--how she had taught and how she had played with her from five
years old--how she had devoted all her powers to attach and amuse
her in health--and how nursed her through the various illnesses
of childhood. A large debt of gratitude was owing here; but the
intercourse of the last seven yearsthe equal footing and perfect
unreserve which had soon followed Isabella's marriageon their
being left to each otherwas yet a dearertenderer recollection.
She had been a friend and companion such as few possessed: intelligent
well-informedusefulgentleknowing all the ways of the family
interested in all its concernsand peculiarly interested in herself
in every pleasureevery scheme of hers--one to whom she could speak
every thought as it aroseand who had such an affection for her
as could never find fault.

How was she to bear the change?--It was true that her friend was
going only half a mile from them; but Emma was aware that great must
be the difference between a Mrs. Westononly half a mile from them
and a Miss Taylor in the house; and with all her advantages
natural and domesticshe was now in great danger of suffering
from intellectual solitude. She dearly loved her fatherbut he
was no companion for her. He could not meet her in conversation
rational or playful.

The evil of the actual disparity in their ages (and Mr. Woodhouse had
not married early) was much increased by his constitution and habits;
for having been a valetudinarian all his lifewithout activity
of mind or bodyhe was a much older man in ways than in years;
and though everywhere beloved for the friendliness of his heart
and his amiable temperhis talents could not have recommended him
at any time.

Her sisterthough comparatively but little removed by matrimony
being settled in Londononly sixteen miles offwas much beyond
her daily reach; and many a long October and November evening must
be struggled through at Hartfieldbefore Christmas brought the next
visit from Isabella and her husbandand their little children
to fill the houseand give her pleasant society again.

Highburythe large and populous villagealmost amounting to a town
to which Hartfieldin spite of its separate lawnand shrubberies
and namedid really belongafforded her no equals. The Woodhouses
were first in consequence there. All looked up to them. She had
many acquaintance in the placefor her father was universally civil
but not one among them who could be accepted in lieu of Miss
Taylor for even half a day. It was a melancholy change; and Emma
could not but sigh over itand wish for impossible things
till her father awokeand made it necessary to be cheerful.
His spirits required support. He was a nervous maneasily depressed;
fond of every body that he was used toand hating to part with them;
hating change of every kind. Matrimonyas the origin of change
was always disagreeable; and he was by no means yet reconciled
to his own daughter's marryingnor could ever speak of her but
with compassionthough it had been entirely a match of affection
when he was now obliged to part with Miss Taylor too; and from
his habits of gentle selfishnessand of being never able to
suppose that other people could feel differently from himself
he was very much disposed to think Miss Taylor had done as sad
a thing for herself as for themand would have been a great deal
happier if she had spent all the rest of her life at Hartfield.
Emma smiled and chatted as cheerfully as she couldto keep him
from such thoughts; but when tea cameit was impossible for him

not to say exactly as he had said at dinner

Poor Miss Taylor!--I wish she were here again. What a pity it
is that Mr. Weston ever thought of her!

I cannot agree with you, papa; you know I cannot. Mr. Weston is such
a good-humoured, pleasant, excellent man, that he thoroughly deserves
a good wife;--and you would not have had Miss Taylor live with us
for ever, and bear all my odd humours, when she might have a house of her own?

A house of her own!--But where is the advantage of a house of her own?
This is three times as large.--And you have never any odd humours,
my dear.

How often we shall be going to see them, and they coming to see
us!--We shall be always meeting! We must begin; we must go and pay
wedding visit very soon.

My dear, how am I to get so far? Randalls is such a distance.
I could not walk half so far.

No, papa, nobody thought of your walking. We must go in the carriage,
to be sure.

The carriage! But James will not like to put the horses to for
such a little way;--and where are the poor horses to be while we
are paying our visit?

They are to be put into Mr. Weston's stable, papa. You know we
have settled all that already. We talked it all over with Mr. Weston
last night. And as for James, you may be very sure he will always like
going to Randalls, because of his daughter's being housemaid there.
I only doubt whether he will ever take us anywhere else. That was
your doing, papa. You got Hannah that good place. Nobody thought
of Hannah till you mentioned her--James is so obliged to you!

I am very glad I did think of her. It was very lucky, for I would
not have had poor James think himself slighted upon any account;
and I am sure she will make a very good servant: she is a civil,
pretty-spoken girl; I have a great opinion of her. Whenever I see her,
she always curtseys and asks me how I do, in a very pretty manner;
and when you have had her here to do needlework, I observe she
always turns the lock of the door the right way and never bangs it.
I am sure she will be an excellent servant; and it will be a great
comfort to poor Miss Taylor to have somebody about her that she is
used to see. Whenever James goes over to see his daughter, you know,
she will be hearing of us. He will be able to tell her how we
all are.

Emma spared no exertions to maintain this happier flow of ideas
and hopedby the help of backgammonto get her father tolerably
through the eveningand be attacked by no regrets but her own.
The backgammon-table was placed; but a visitor immediately afterwards
walked in and made it unnecessary.

Mr. Knightleya sensible man about seven or eight-and-thirtywas not
only a very old and intimate friend of the familybut particularly
connected with itas the elder brother of Isabella's husband.
He lived about a mile from Highburywas a frequent visitor
and always welcomeand at this time more welcome than usual
as coming directly from their mutual connexions in London. He had
returned to a late dinnerafter some days' absenceand now walked
up to Hartfield to say that all were well in Brunswick Square.
It was a happy circumstanceand animated Mr. Woodhouse for some time.

Mr. Knightley had a cheerful mannerwhich always did him good;
and his many inquiries after "poor Isabella" and her children were
answered most satisfactorily. When this was overMr. Woodhouse
gratefully observedIt is very kind of you, Mr. Knightley, to come
out at this late hour to call upon us. I am afraid you must have
had a shocking walk.

Not at all, sir. It is a beautiful moonlight night; and so mild
that I must draw back from your great fire.

But you must have found it very damp and dirty. I wish you may
not catch cold.

Dirty, sir! Look at my shoes. Not a speck on them.

Well! that is quite surprising, for we have had a vast deal
of rain here. It rained dreadfully hard for half an hour
while we were at breakfast. I wanted them to put off the wedding.

By the bye--I have not wished you joy. Being pretty well aware
of what sort of joy you must both be feeling, I have been in no hurry
with my congratulations; but I hope it all went off tolerably well.
How did you all behave? Who cried most?

Ah! poor Miss Taylor! 'Tis a sad business.

Poor Mr. and Miss Woodhouse, if you please; but I cannot possibly
say `poor Miss Taylor.' I have a great regard for you and Emma;
but when it comes to the question of dependence or independence!--At
any rate, it must be better to have only one to please than two.

Especially when one of those two is such a fanciful, troublesome creature!
said Emma playfully. "That is what you have in your head
I know--and what you would certainly say if my father were not by."

I believe it is very true, my dear, indeed,said Mr. Woodhouse
with a sigh. "I am afraid I am sometimes very fanciful and troublesome."

My dearest papa! You do not think I could mean you, or suppose
Mr. Knightley to mean you. What a horrible idea! Oh no! I meant
only myself. Mr. Knightley loves to find fault with me, you know--
in a joke--it is all a joke. We always say what we like to one another.

Mr. Knightleyin factwas one of the few people who could see
faults in Emma Woodhouseand the only one who ever told her of them:
and though this was not particularly agreeable to Emma herself
she knew it would be so much less so to her fatherthat she would
not have him really suspect such a circumstance as her not being
thought perfect by every body.

Emma knows I never flatter her,said Mr. Knightleybut I
meant no reflection on any body. Miss Taylor has been used
to have two persons to please; she will now have but one.
The chances are that she must be a gainer.

Well,said Emmawilling to let it pass--"you want to hear
about the wedding; and I shall be happy to tell youfor we all
behaved charmingly. Every body was punctualevery body in their
best looks: not a tearand hardly a long face to be seen. Oh no;
we all felt that we were going to be only half a mile apart
and were sure of meeting every day."

Dear Emma bears every thing so well,said her father.
But, Mr. Knightley, she is really very sorry to lose poor Miss Taylor,

and I am sure she will miss her more than she thinks for.

Emma turned away her headdivided between tears and smiles.
It is impossible that Emma should not miss such a companion,
said Mr. Knightley. "We should not like her so well as we dosir
if we could suppose it; but she knows how much the marriage is to
Miss Taylor's advantage; she knows how very acceptable it must be
at Miss Taylor's time of lifeto be settled in a home of her own
and how important to her to be secure of a comfortable provision
and therefore cannot allow herself to feel so much pain as pleasure.
Every friend of Miss Taylor must be glad to have her so happily

And you have forgotten one matter of joy to me,said Emma
and a very considerable one--that I made the match myself.
I made the match, you know, four years ago; and to have it take place,
and be proved in the right, when so many people said Mr. Weston would
never marry again, may comfort me for any thing.

Mr. Knightley shook his head at her. Her father fondly replied
Ah! my dear, I wish you would not make matches and foretell things,
for whatever you say always comes to pass. Pray do not make any
more matches.

I promise you to make none for myself, papa; but I must, indeed,
for other people. It is the greatest amusement in the world! And
after such success, you know!--Every body said that Mr. Weston would
never marry again. Oh dear, no! Mr. Weston, who had been a widower
so long, and who seemed so perfectly comfortable without a wife,
so constantly occupied either in his business in town or among his
friends here, always acceptable wherever he went, always cheerful--
Mr. Weston need not spend a single evening in the year alone if he did
not like it. Oh no! Mr. Weston certainly would never marry again.
Some people even talked of a promise to his wife on her deathbed,
and others of the son and the uncle not letting him. All manner
of solemn nonsense was talked on the subject, but I believed none
of it.

Ever since the day--about four years ago--that Miss Taylor and I
met with him in Broadway Lanewhenbecause it began to drizzle
he darted away with so much gallantryand borrowed two umbrellas
for us from Farmer Mitchell'sI made up my mind on the subject.
I planned the match from that hour; and when such success has blessed
me in this instancedear papayou cannot think that I shall leave
off match-making."

I do not understand what you mean by `success,'said Mr. Knightley.
Success supposes endeavour. Your time has been properly and
delicately spent, if you have been endeavouring for the last four
years to bring about this marriage. A worthy employment for a young
lady's mind! But if, which I rather imagine, your making the match,
as you call it, means only your planning it, your saying to yourself
one idle day, `I think it would be a very good thing for Miss Taylor
if Mr. Weston were to marry her,' and saying it again to yourself
every now and then afterwards, why do you talk of success? Where
is your merit? What are you proud of? You made a lucky guess;
and that is all that can be said.

And have you never known the pleasure and triumph of a lucky guess?--
I pity you.--I thought you cleverer--for, depend upon it a lucky
guess is never merely luck. There is always some talent in it.
And as to my poor word `success,' which you quarrel with, I do not
know that I am so entirely without any claim to it. You have drawn
two pretty pictures; but I think there may be a third--a something

between the do-nothing and the do-all. If I had not promoted Mr. Weston's
visits here, and given many little encouragements, and smoothed
many little matters, it might not have come to any thing after all.
I think you must know Hartfield enough to comprehend that.

A straightforward, open-hearted man like Weston, and a rational,
unaffected woman like Miss Taylor, may be safely left to manage their
own concerns. You are more likely to have done harm to yourself,
than good to them, by interference.

Emma never thinks of herself, if she can do good to others,
rejoined Mr. Woodhouseunderstanding but in part. "Butmy dear
pray do not make any more matches; they are silly thingsand break up
one's family circle grievously."

Only one more, papa; only for Mr. Elton. Poor Mr. Elton! You
like Mr. Elton, papa,--I must look about for a wife for him.
There is nobody in Highbury who deserves him--and he has been
here a whole year, and has fitted up his house so comfortably,
that it would be a shame to have him single any longer--and I thought
when he was joining their hands to-day, he looked so very much as if
he would like to have the same kind office done for him! I think
very well of Mr. Elton, and this is the only way I have of doing
him a service.

Mr. Elton is a very pretty young man, to be sure, and a very
good young man, and I have a great regard for him. But if you
want to shew him any attention, my dear, ask him to come
and dine with us some day. That will be a much better thing.
I dare say Mr. Knightley will be so kind as to meet him.

With a great deal of pleasure, sir, at any time,said Mr. Knightley
laughingand I agree with you entirely, that it will be a much
better thing. Invite him to dinner, Emma, and help him to the best
of the fish and the chicken, but leave him to chuse his own wife.
Depend upon it, a man of six or seven-and-twenty can take care
of himself.


Mr. Weston was a native of Highburyand born of a respectable family
which for the last two or three generations had been rising into
gentility and property. He had received a good educationbut
on succeeding early in life to a small independencehad become
indisposed for any of the more homely pursuits in which his brothers
were engagedand had satisfied an activecheerful mind and social
temper by entering into the militia of his countythen embodied.

Captain Weston was a general favourite; and when the chances
of his military life had introduced him to Miss Churchill
of a great Yorkshire familyand Miss Churchill fell in love
with himnobody was surprizedexcept her brother and his wife
who had never seen himand who were full of pride and importance
which the connexion would offend.

Miss Churchillhoweverbeing of ageand with the full command
of her fortune--though her fortune bore no proportion to the
family-estate--was not to be dissuaded from the marriageand it
took placeto the infinite mortification of Mr. and Mrs. Churchill
who threw her off with due decorum. It was an unsuitable connexion
and did not produce much happiness. Mrs. Weston ought to have found

more in itfor she had a husband whose warm heart and sweet temper
made him think every thing due to her in return for the great goodness
of being in love with him; but though she had one sort of spirit
she had not the best. She had resolution enough to pursue
her own will in spite of her brotherbut not enough to refrain
from unreasonable regrets at that brother's unreasonable anger
nor from missing the luxuries of her former home. They lived beyond
their incomebut still it was nothing in comparison of Enscombe:
she did not cease to love her husbandbut she wanted at once
to be the wife of Captain Westonand Miss Churchill of Enscombe.

Captain Westonwho had been consideredespecially by the Churchills
as making such an amazing matchwas proved to have much the worst
of the bargain; for when his wife diedafter a three years' marriage
he was rather a poorer man than at firstand with a child to maintain.
From the expense of the childhoweverhe was soon relieved.
The boy hadwith the additional softening claim of a lingering
illness of his mother'sbeen the means of a sort of reconciliation;
and Mr. and Mrs. Churchillhaving no children of their own
nor any other young creature of equal kindred to care foroffered to
take the whole charge of the little Frank soon after her decease.
Some scruples and some reluctance the widower-father may be supposed
to have felt; but as they were overcome by other considerations
the child was given up to the care and the wealth of the Churchills
and he had only his own comfort to seekand his own situation to
improve as he could.

A complete change of life became desirable. He quitted the militia
and engaged in tradehaving brothers already established in a
good way in Londonwhich afforded him a favourable opening.
It was a concern which brought just employment enough. He had still
a small house in Highburywhere most of his leisure days were spent;
and between useful occupation and the pleasures of society
the next eighteen or twenty years of his life passed cheerfully away.
He hadby that timerealised an easy competence--enough to secure
the purchase of a little estate adjoining Highburywhich he had
always longed for--enough to marry a woman as portionless even
as Miss Taylorand to live according to the wishes of his own
friendly and social disposition.

It was now some time since Miss Taylor had begun to influence
his schemes; but as it was not the tyrannic influence of youth
on youthit had not shaken his determination of never settling
till he could purchase Randallsand the sale of Randalls was long
looked forward to; but he had gone steadily onwith these objects
in viewtill they were accomplished. He had made his fortune
bought his houseand obtained his wife; and was beginning a new
period of existencewith every probability of greater happiness
than in any yet passed through. He had never been an unhappy man;
his own temper had secured him from thateven in his first marriage;
but his second must shew him how delightful a well-judging and truly
amiable woman could beand must give him the pleasantest proof
of its being a great deal better to choose than to be chosen
to excite gratitude than to feel it.

He had only himself to please in his choice: his fortune was
his own; for as to Frankit was more than being tacitly brought
up as his uncle's heirit had become so avowed an adoption
as to have him assume the name of Churchill on coming of age.
It was most unlikelythereforethat he should ever want his
father's assistance. His father had no apprehension of it.
The aunt was a capricious womanand governed her husband entirely;
but it was not in Mr. Weston's nature to imagine that any caprice
could be strong enough to affect one so dearandas he believed

so deservedly dear. He saw his son every year in London
and was proud of him; and his fond report of him as a very fine
young man had made Highbury feel a sort of pride in him too.
He was looked on as sufficiently belonging to the place to make his
merits and prospects a kind of common concern.

Mr. Frank Churchill was one of the boasts of Highburyand a lively
curiosity to see him prevailedthough the compliment was so little
returned that he had never been there in his life. His coming
to visit his father had been often talked of but never achieved.

Nowupon his father's marriageit was very generally proposed
as a most proper attentionthat the visit should take place.
There was not a dissentient voice on the subjecteither when
Mrs. Perry drank tea with Mrs. and Miss Batesor when Mrs. and
Miss Bates returned the visit. Now was the time for Mr. Frank
Churchill to come among them; and the hope strengthened when it was
understood that he had written to his new mother on the occasion.
For a few daysevery morning visit in Highbury included some mention
of the handsome letter Mrs. Weston had received. "I suppose you
have heard of the handsome letter Mr. Frank Churchill has written
to Mrs. Weston? I understand it was a very handsome letterindeed.
Mr. Woodhouse told me of it. Mr. Woodhouse saw the letterand he
says he never saw such a handsome letter in his life."

It wasindeeda highly prized letter. Mrs. Weston hadof course
formed a very favourable idea of the young man; and such a pleasing
attention was an irresistible proof of his great good sense
and a most welcome addition to every source and every expression
of congratulation which her marriage had already secured. She felt
herself a most fortunate woman; and she had lived long enough
to know how fortunate she might well be thoughtwhere the only
regret was for a partial separation from friends whose friendship
for her had never cooledand who could ill bear to part with her.

She knew that at times she must be missed; and could not think
without painof Emma's losing a single pleasureor suffering
an hour's ennuifrom the want of her companionableness: but dear
Emma was of no feeble character; she was more equal to her situation
than most girls would have beenand had senseand energy
and spirits that might be hoped would bear her well and happily
through its little difficulties and privations. And then there was
such comfort in the very easy distance of Randalls from Hartfield
so convenient for even solitary female walkingand in Mr. Weston's
disposition and circumstanceswhich would make the approaching
season no hindrance to their spending half the evenings in the
week together.

Her situation was altogether the subject of hours of gratitude
to Mrs. Westonand of moments only of regret; and her
satisfaction---her more than satisfaction--her cheerful enjoyment
was so just and so apparentthat Emmawell as she knew her father
was sometimes taken by surprize at his being still able to pity
`poor Miss Taylor' when they left her at Randalls in the centre
of every domestic comfortor saw her go away in the evening
attended by her pleasant husband to a carriage of her own.
But never did she go without Mr. Woodhouse's giving a gentle sigh
and sayingAh, poor Miss Taylor! She would be very glad to stay.

There was no recovering Miss Taylor--nor much likelihood of
ceasing to pity her; but a few weeks brought some alleviation
to Mr. Woodhouse. The compliments of his neighbours were over;
he was no longer teased by being wished joy of so sorrowful an event;
and the wedding-cakewhich had been a great distress to him

was all eat up. His own stomach could bear nothing richand he
could never believe other people to be different from himself.
What was unwholesome to him he regarded as unfit for any body;
and he hadthereforeearnestly tried to dissuade them from having
any wedding-cake at alland when that proved vainas earnestly
tried to prevent any body's eating it. He had been at the pains
of consulting Mr. Perrythe apothecaryon the subject. Mr. Perry
was an intelligentgentlemanlike manwhose frequent visits were one
of the comforts of Mr. Woodhouse's life; and upon being applied to
he could not but acknowledge (though it seemed rather against the
bias of inclination) that wedding-cake might certainly disagree
with many--perhaps with most peopleunless taken moderately.
With such an opinionin confirmation of his ownMr. Woodhouse hoped
to influence every visitor of the newly married pair; but still the
cake was eaten; and there was no rest for his benevolent nerves till
it was all gone.

There was a strange rumour in Highbury of all the little Perrys
being seen with a slice of Mrs. Weston's wedding-cake in their
hands: but Mr. Woodhouse would never believe it.


Mr. Woodhouse was fond of society in his own way. He liked very much
to have his friends come and see him; and from various united causes
from his long residence at Hartfieldand his good nature
from his fortunehis houseand his daughterhe could command the
visits of his own little circlein a great measureas he liked.
He had not much intercourse with any families beyond that circle;
his horror of late hoursand large dinner-partiesmade him unfit
for any acquaintance but such as would visit him on his own terms.
Fortunately for himHighburyincluding Randalls in the same parish
and Donwell Abbey in the parish adjoiningthe seat of Mr. Knightley
comprehended many such. Not unfrequentlythrough Emma's persuasion
he had some of the chosen and the best to dine with him: but evening
parties were what he preferred; andunless he fancied himself at any
time unequal to companythere was scarcely an evening in the week
in which Emma could not make up a card-table for him.

Reallong-standing regard brought the Westons and Mr. Knightley;
and by Mr. Eltona young man living alone without liking it
the privilege of exchanging any vacant evening of his own blank solitude
for the elegancies and society of Mr. Woodhouse's drawing-room
and the smiles of his lovely daughterwas in no danger of being
thrown away.

After these came a second set; among the most come-at-able
of whom were Mrs. and Miss Batesand Mrs. Goddardthree ladies
almost always at the service of an invitation from Hartfield
and who were fetched and carried home so oftenthat Mr. Woodhouse
thought it no hardship for either James or the horses. Had it
taken place only once a yearit would have been a grievance.

Mrs. Batesthe widow of a former vicar of Highburywas a
very old ladyalmost past every thing but tea and quadrille.
She lived with her single daughter in a very small wayand was
considered with all the regard and respect which a harmless old lady
under such untoward circumstancescan excite. Her daughter enjoyed
a most uncommon degree of popularity for a woman neither young
handsomerichnor married. Miss Bates stood in the very worst
predicament in the world for having much of the public favour;

and she had no intellectual superiority to make atonement to herself
or frighten those who might hate her into outward respect.
She had never boasted either beauty or cleverness. Her youth
had passed without distinctionand her middle of life was devoted
to the care of a failing motherand the endeavour to make a small
income go as far as possible. And yet she was a happy woman
and a woman whom no one named without good-will. It was her own
universal good-will and contented temper which worked such wonders.
She loved every bodywas interested in every body's happiness
quicksighted to every body's merits; thought herself a most fortunate
creatureand surrounded with blessings in such an excellent mother
and so many good neighbours and friendsand a home that wanted
for nothing. The simplicity and cheerfulness of her nature
her contented and grateful spiritwere a recommendation to every body
and a mine of felicity to herself. She was a great talker upon
little matterswhich exactly suited Mr. Woodhousefull of trivial
communications and harmless gossip.

Mrs. Goddard was the mistress of a School--not of a seminary
or an establishmentor any thing which professedin long sentences of
refined nonsenseto combine liberal acquirements with elegant morality
upon new principles and new systems--and where young ladies for
enormous pay might be screwed out of health and into vanity--but
a realhonestold-fashioned Boarding-schoolwhere a reasonable
quantity of accomplishments were sold at a reasonable price
and where girls might be sent to be out of the wayand scramble
themselves into a little educationwithout any danger of coming
back prodigies. Mrs. Goddard's school was in high repute--and
very deservedly; for Highbury was reckoned a particularly healthy
spot: she had an ample house and gardengave the children plenty
of wholesome foodlet them run about a great deal in the summer
and in winter dressed their chilblains with her own hands.
It was no wonder that a train of twenty young couple now walked
after her to church. She was a plainmotherly kind of woman
who had worked hard in her youthand now thought herself entitled
to the occasional holiday of a tea-visit; and having formerly
owed much to Mr. Woodhouse's kindnessfelt his particular claim
on her to leave her neat parlourhung round with fancy-work
whenever she couldand win or lose a few sixpences by his fireside.

These were the ladies whom Emma found herself very frequently
able to collect; and happy was shefor her father's sake
in the power; thoughas far as she was herself concerned
it was no remedy for the absence of Mrs. Weston. She was delighted
to see her father look comfortableand very much pleased with
herself for contriving things so well; but the quiet prosings
of three such women made her feel that every evening so spent
was indeed one of the long evenings she had fearfully anticipated.

As she sat one morninglooking forward to exactly such a close
of the present daya note was brought from Mrs. Goddardrequesting
in most respectful termsto be allowed to bring Miss Smith with her;
a most welcome request: for Miss Smith was a girl of seventeen
whom Emma knew very well by sightand had long felt an interest in
on account of her beauty. A very gracious invitation was returned
and the evening no longer dreaded by the fair mistress of the mansion.

Harriet Smith was the natural daughter of somebody. Somebody had
placed herseveral years backat Mrs. Goddard's school
and somebody had lately raised her from the condition of scholar
to that of parlour-boarder. This was all that was generally known
of her history. She had no visible friends but what had been
acquired at Highburyand was now just returned from a long visit
in the country to some young ladies who had been at school there with her.

She was a very pretty girland her beauty happened to be of a sort
which Emma particularly admired. She was shortplumpand fair
with a fine bloomblue eyeslight hairregular features
and a look of great sweetnessandbefore the end of the evening
Emma was as much pleased with her manners as her personand quite
determined to continue the acquaintance.

She was not struck by any thing remarkably clever in Miss Smith's
conversationbut she found her altogether very engaging--not
inconveniently shynot unwilling to talk--and yet so far from pushing
shewing so proper and becoming a deferenceseeming so pleasantly
grateful for being admitted to Hartfieldand so artlessly
impressed by the appearance of every thing in so superior a style
to what she had been used tothat she must have good sense
and deserve encouragement. Encouragement should be given.
Those soft blue eyesand all those natural gracesshould not be
wasted on the inferior society of Highbury and its connexions.
The acquaintance she had already formed were unworthy of her.
The friends from whom she had just partedthough very good sort
of peoplemust be doing her harm. They were a family of the name
of Martinwhom Emma well knew by characteras renting a large farm
of Mr. Knightleyand residing in the parish of Donwell--very creditably
she believed--she knew Mr. Knightley thought highly of them--but they
must be coarse and unpolishedand very unfit to be the intimates
of a girl who wanted only a little more knowledge and elegance
to be quite perfect. She would notice her; she would improve her;
she would detach her from her bad acquaintanceand introduce her
into good society; she would form her opinions and her manners.
It would be an interestingand certainly a very kind undertaking;
highly becoming her own situation in lifeher leisureand powers.

She was so busy in admiring those soft blue eyesin talking
and listeningand forming all these schemes in the in-betweensthat
the evening flew away at a very unusual rate; and the supper-table
which always closed such partiesand for which she had been
used to sit and watch the due timewas all set out and ready
and moved forwards to the firebefore she was aware. With an
alacrity beyond the common impulse of a spirit which yet was never
indifferent to the credit of doing every thing well and attentively
with the real good-will of a mind delighted with its own ideas
did she then do all the honours of the mealand help and recommend
the minced chicken and scalloped oysterswith an urgency which she
knew would be acceptable to the early hours and civil scruples of their guests.

Upon such occasions poor Mr. Woodhouses feelings were in sad warfare.
He loved to have the cloth laidbecause it had been the fashion
of his youthbut his conviction of suppers being very unwholesome
made him rather sorry to see any thing put on it; and while his
hospitality would have welcomed his visitors to every thing
his care for their health made him grieve that they would eat.

Such another small basin of thin gruel as his own was all that
he couldwith thorough self-approbationrecommend; though he
might constrain himselfwhile the ladies were comfortably clearing
the nicer thingsto say:

Mrs. Bates, let me propose your venturing on one of these eggs.
An egg boiled very soft is not unwholesome. Serle understands boiling
an egg better than any body. I would not recommend an egg boiled
by any body else; but you need not be afraid, they are very small,
you see--one of our small eggs will not hurt you. Miss Bates,
let Emma help you to a little bit of tart--a very little bit.
Ours are all apple-tarts. You need not be afraid of unwholesome

preserves here. I do not advise the custard. Mrs. Goddard, what say
you to half a glass of wine? A small half-glass, put into a tumbler
of water? I do not think it could disagree with you.

Emma allowed her father to talk--but supplied her visitors in
a much more satisfactory styleand on the present evening had
particular pleasure in sending them away happy. The happiness
of Miss Smith was quite equal to her intentions. Miss Woodhouse
was so great a personage in Highburythat the prospect of the
introduction had given as much panic as pleasure; but the humble
grateful little girl went off with highly gratified feelings
delighted with the affability with which Miss Woodhouse had treated
her all the eveningand actually shaken hands with her at last!


Harriet Smith's intimacy at Hartfield was soon a settled thing.
Quick and decided in her waysEmma lost no time in invitingencouraging
and telling her to come very often; and as their acquaintance increased
so did their satisfaction in each other. As a walking companion
Emma had very early foreseen how useful she might find her.
In that respect Mrs. Weston's loss had been important. Her father
never went beyond the shrubberywhere two divisions of the ground
sufficed him for his long walkor his shortas the year varied;
and since Mrs. Weston's marriage her exercise had been too much confined.
She had ventured once alone to Randallsbut it was not pleasant;
and a Harriet Smiththereforeone whom she could summon at any
time to a walkwould be a valuable addition to her privileges.
But in every respectas she saw more of hershe approved her
and was confirmed in all her kind designs.

Harriet certainly was not cleverbut she had a sweetdocile
grateful dispositionwas totally free from conceitand only desiring
to be guided by any one she looked up to. Her early attachment
to herself was very amiable; and her inclination for good company
and power of appreciating what was elegant and clevershewed that
there was no want of tastethough strength of understanding must
not be expected. Altogether she was quite convinced of Harriet
Smith's being exactly the young friend she wanted--exactly the
something which her home required. Such a friend as Mrs. Weston
was out of the question. Two such could never be granted.
Two such she did not want. It was quite a different sort of thing
a sentiment distinct and independent. Mrs. Weston was the object
of a regard which had its basis in gratitude and esteem.
Harriet would be loved as one to whom she could be useful.
For Mrs. Weston there was nothing to be done; for Harriet every thing.

Her first attempts at usefulness were in an endeavour to find out who
were the parentsbut Harriet could not tell. She was ready to tell
every thing in her powerbut on this subject questions were vain.
Emma was obliged to fancy what she liked--but she could never
believe that in the same situation she should not have discovered
the truth. Harriet had no penetration. She had been satisfied
to hear and believe just what Mrs. Goddard chose to tell her;
and looked no farther.

Mrs. Goddardand the teachersand the girls and the affairs of the
school in generalformed naturally a great part of the conversation--and
but for her acquaintance with the Martins of Abbey-Mill Farm
it must have been the whole. But the Martins occupied her thoughts
a good deal; she had spent two very happy months with them

and now loved to talk of the pleasures of her visitand describe
the many comforts and wonders of the place. Emma encouraged her
talkativeness-- amused by such a picture of another set of beings
and enjoying the youthful simplicity which could speak with so much
exultation of Mrs. Martin's having "two parlourstwo very good parlours
indeed; one of them quite as large as Mrs. Goddard's drawing-room;
and of her having an upper maid who had lived five-and-twenty years
with her; and of their having eight cowstwo of them Alderneys
and one a little Welch cowa very pretty little Welch cow indeed;
and of Mrs. Martin's saying as she was so fond of itit should be
called her cow; and of their having a very handsome summer-house
in their gardenwhere some day next year they were all to drink
tea:-- a very handsome summer-houselarge enough to hold a dozen people."

For some time she was amusedwithout thinking beyond the immediate cause;
but as she came to understand the family betterother feelings arose.
She had taken up a wrong ideafancying it was a mother and daughter
a son and son's wifewho all lived together; but when it appeared
that the Mr. Martinwho bore a part in the narrativeand was always
mentioned with approbation for his great good-nature in doing something
or otherwas a single man; that there was no young Mrs. Martin
no wife in the case; she did suspect danger to her poor little
friend from all this hospitality and kindnessand thatif she
were not taken care ofshe might be required to sink herself forever.

With this inspiriting notionher questions increased in number
and meaning; and she particularly led Harriet to talk more of Mr. Martin
and there was evidently no dislike to it. Harriet was very ready
to speak of the share he had had in their moonlight walks and merry
evening games; and dwelt a good deal upon his being so very good-humoured
and obliging. He had gone three miles round one day in order to bring
her some walnutsbecause she had said how fond she was of them
and in every thing else he was so very obliging. He had his
shepherd's son into the parlour one night on purpose to sing to her.
She was very fond of singing. He could sing a little himself.
She believed he was very cleverand understood every thing.
He had a very fine flockandwhile she was with them
he had been bid more for his wool than any body in the country.
She believed every body spoke well of him. His mother and sisters
were very fond of him. Mrs. Martin had told her one day (and there
was a blush as she said it) that it was impossible for any body
to be a better sonand therefore she was surewhenever he married
he would make a good husband. Not that she wanted him to marry.
She was in no hurry at all.

Well done, Mrs. Martin!thought Emma. "You know what you are about."

And when she had come away, Mrs. Martin was so very kind as to send
Mrs. Goddard a beautiful goose--the finest goose Mrs. Goddard had
ever seen. Mrs. Goddard had dressed it on a Sunday, and asked all
the three teachers, Miss Nash, and Miss Prince, and Miss Richardson,
to sup with her.

Mr. Martin, I suppose, is not a man of information beyond the line
of his own business? He does not read?

Oh yes!--that is, no--I do not know--but I believe he has
read a good deal--but not what you would think any thing of.
He reads the Agricultural Reports, and some other books that lay
in one of the window seats--but he reads all them to himself.
But sometimes of an evening, before we went to cards, he would read
something aloud out of the Elegant Extracts, very entertaining.
And I know he has read the Vicar of Wakefield. He never read the
Romance of the Forest, nor The Children of the Abbey. He had never

heard of such books before I mentioned them, but he is determined
to get them now as soon as ever he can.

The next question was--

What sort of looking man is Mr. Martin?

Oh! not handsome--not at all handsome. I thought him very plain
at first, but I do not think him so plain now. One does not, you know,
after a time. But did you never see him? He is in Highbury every
now and then, and he is sure to ride through every week in his way
to Kingston. He has passed you very often.

That may be, and I may have seen him fifty times, but without
having any idea of his name. A young farmer, whether on horseback
or on foot, is the very last sort of person to raise my curiosity.
The yeomanry are precisely the order of people with whom I feel I
can have nothing to do. A degree or two lower, and a creditable
appearance might interest me; I might hope to be useful to their
families in some way or other. But a farmer can need none of my help,
and is, therefore, in one sense, as much above my notice as in every
other he is below it.

To be sure. Oh yes! It is not likely you should ever have
observed him; but he knows you very well indeed--I mean by sight.

I have no doubt of his being a very respectable young man.
I know, indeed, that he is so, and, as such, wish him well.
What do you imagine his age to be?

He was four-and-twenty the 8th of last June, and my birthday is
the 23rd just a fortnight and a day's difference--which is very odd.

Only four-and-twenty. That is too young to settle. His mother is
perfectly right not to be in a hurry. They seem very comfortable
as they are, and if she were to take any pains to marry him,
she would probably repent it. Six years hence, if he could meet
with a good sort of young woman in the same rank as his own,
with a little money, it might be very desirable.

Six years hence! Dear Miss Woodhouse, he would be thirty years old!

Well, and that is as early as most men can afford to marry,
who are not born to an independence. Mr. Martin, I imagine,
has his fortune entirely to make--cannot be at all beforehand with
the world. Whatever money he might come into when his father died,
whatever his share of the family property, it is, I dare say,
all afloat, all employed in his stock, and so forth; and though,
with diligence and good luck, he may be rich in time, it is next to
impossible that he should have realised any thing yet.

To be sure, so it is. But they live very comfortably.
They have no indoors man, else they do not want for any thing;
and Mrs. Martin talks of taking a boy another year.

I wish you may not get into a scrape, Harriet, whenever he does
marry;--I mean, as to being acquainted with his wife--for though
his sisters, from a superior education, are not to be altogether
objected to, it does not follow that he might marry any body at all fit
for you to notice. The misfortune of your birth ought to make you
particularly careful as to your associates. There can be no doubt
of your being a gentleman's daughter, and you must support your
claim to that station by every thing within your own power, or there
will be plenty of people who would take pleasure in degrading you.

Yes, to be sure, I suppose there are. But while I visit
at Hartfield, and you are so kind to me, Miss Woodhouse,
I am not afraid of what any body can do.

You understand the force of influence pretty well, Harriet; but I
would have you so firmly established in good society, as to be
independent even of Hartfield and Miss Woodhouse. I want to see you
permanently well connected, and to that end it will be advisable
to have as few odd acquaintance as may be; and, therefore, I say
that if you should still be in this country when Mr. Martin marries,
I wish you may not be drawn in by your intimacy with the sisters,
to be acquainted with the wife, who will probably be some mere
farmer's daughter, without education.

To be sure. Yes. Not that I think Mr. Martin would ever marry any body
but what had had some education--and been very well brought up.
However, I do not mean to set up my opinion against your's--and I
am sure I shall not wish for the acquaintance of his wife. I shall
always have a great regard for the Miss Martins, especially Elizabeth,
and should be very sorry to give them up, for they are quite as well
educated as me. But if he marries a very ignorant, vulgar woman,
certainly I had better not visit her, if I can help it.

Emma watched her through the fluctuations of this speech
and saw no alarming symptoms of love. The young man had been
the first admirerbut she trusted there was no other hold
and that there would be no serious difficultyon Harriet's side
to oppose any friendly arrangement of her own.

They met Mr. Martin the very next dayas they were walking on the
Donwell road. He was on footand after looking very respectfully
at herlooked with most unfeigned satisfaction at her companion.
Emma was not sorry to have such an opportunity of survey;
and walking a few yards forwardwhile they talked togethersoon made
her quick eye sufficiently acquainted with Mr. Robert Martin.
His appearance was very neatand he looked like a sensible young man
but his person had no other advantage; and when he came to be
contrasted with gentlemenshe thought he must lose all the ground
he had gained in Harriet's inclination. Harriet was not insensible
of manner; she had voluntarily noticed her father's gentleness
with admiration as well as wonder. Mr. Martin looked as if he
did not know what manner was.

They remained but a few minutes togetheras Miss Woodhouse must
not be kept waiting; and Harriet then came running to her with a
smiling faceand in a flutter of spiritswhich Miss Woodhouse
hoped very soon to compose.

Only think of our happening to meet him!--How very odd! It was
quite a chance, he said, that he had not gone round by Randalls.
He did not think we ever walked this road. He thought we walked
towards Randalls most days. He has not been able to get the
Romance of the Forest yet. He was so busy the last time he was
at Kingston that he quite forgot it, but he goes again to-morrow.
So very odd we should happen to meet! Well, Miss Woodhouse, is he
like what you expected? What do you think of him? Do you think him
so very plain?

He is very plain, undoubtedly--remarkably plain:--but that is
nothing compared with his entire want of gentility. I had no
right to expect much, and I did not expect much; but I had no
idea that he could be so very clownish, so totally without air.
I had imagined him, I confess, a degree or two nearer gentility.

To be sure,said Harrietin a mortified voicehe is not
so genteel as real gentlemen.

I think, Harriet, since your acquaintance with us, you have been
repeatedly in the company of some such very real gentlemen,
that you must yourself be struck with the difference in Mr. Martin.
At Hartfield, you have had very good specimens of well educated,
well bred men. I should be surprized if, after seeing them,
you could be in company with Mr. Martin again without perceiving
him to be a very inferior creature--and rather wondering at
yourself for having ever thought him at all agreeable before.
Do not you begin to feel that now? Were not you struck? I am sure
you must have been struck by his awkward look and abrupt manner,
and the uncouthness of a voice which I heard to be wholly unmodulated
as I stood here.

Certainly, he is not like Mr. Knightley. He has not such a fine
air and way of walking as Mr. Knightley. I see the difference
plain enough. But Mr. Knightley is so very fine a man!

Mr. Knightley's air is so remarkably good that it is not fair
to compare Mr. Martin with him. You might not see one in a hundred
with gentleman so plainly written as in Mr. Knightley. But he is
not the only gentleman you have been lately used to. What say you
to Mr. Weston and Mr. Elton? Compare Mr. Martin with either of them.
Compare their manner of carrying themselves; of walking; of speaking;
of being silent. You must see the difference.

Oh yes!--there is a great difference. But Mr. Weston is almost
an old man. Mr. Weston must be between forty and fifty.

Which makes his good manners the more valuable. The older a
person grows, Harriet, the more important it is that their manners
should not be bad; the more glaring and disgusting any loudness,
or coarseness, or awkwardness becomes. What is passable in youth
is detestable in later age. Mr. Martin is now awkward and abrupt;
what will he be at Mr. Weston's time of life?

There is no saying, indeed,replied Harriet rather solemnly.

But there may be pretty good guessing. He will be a completely gross,
vulgar farmer, totally inattentive to appearances, and thinking
of nothing but profit and loss.

Will he, indeed? That will be very bad.

How much his business engrosses him already is very plain from the
circumstance of his forgetting to inquire for the book you recommended.
He was a great deal too full of the market to think of any thing
else--which is just as it should be, for a thriving man. What has
he to do with books? And I have no doubt that he will thrive,
and be a very rich man in time--and his being illiterate and coarse
need not disturb us.

I wonder he did not remember the book--was all Harriet's answer
and spoken with a degree of grave displeasure which Emma thought might
be safely left to itself. Shethereforesaid no more for some time.
Her next beginning was

In one respect, perhaps, Mr. Elton's manners are superior
to Mr. Knightley's or Mr. Weston's. They have more gentleness.
They might be more safely held up as a pattern. There is an openness,
a quickness, almost a bluntness in Mr. Weston, which every body

likes in him, because there is so much good-humour with it--but
that would not do to be copied. Neither would Mr. Knightley's
downright, decided, commanding sort of manner, though it suits
him very well; his figure, and look, and situation in life seem
to allow it; but if any young man were to set about copying him,
he would not be sufferable. On the contrary, I think a young man
might be very safely recommended to take Mr. Elton as a model.
Mr. Elton is good-humoured, cheerful, obliging, and gentle.
He seems to me to be grown particularly gentle of late. I do not
know whether he has any design of ingratiating himself with either
of us, Harriet, by additional softness, but it strikes me that his
manners are softer than they used to be. If he means any thing,
it must be to please you. Did not I tell you what he said of you
the other day?

She then repeated some warm personal praise which she had drawn
from Mr. Eltonand now did full justice to; and Harriet blushed
and smiledand said she had always thought Mr. Elton very agreeable.

Mr. Elton was the very person fixed on by Emma for driving
the young farmer out of Harriet's head. She thought it would
be an excellent match; and only too palpably desirablenatural
and probablefor her to have much merit in planning it.
She feared it was what every body else must think of and predict.
It was not likelyhoweverthat any body should have equalled
her in the date of the planas it had entered her brain during
the very first evening of Harriet's coming to Hartfield. The longer
she considered itthe greater was her sense of its expediency.
Mr. Elton's situation was most suitablequite the gentleman himself
and without low connexions; at the same timenot of any family
that could fairly object to the doubtful birth of Harriet. He had a
comfortable home for herand Emma imagined a very sufficient income;
for though the vicarage of Highbury was not largehe was known
to have some independent property; and she thought very highly
of him as a good-humouredwell-meaningrespectable young man
without any deficiency of useful understanding or knowledge of the world.

She had already satisfied herself that he thought Harriet a beautiful
girlwhich she trustedwith such frequent meetings at Hartfield
was foundation enough on his side; and on Harriet's there could be
little doubt that the idea of being preferred by him would have all
the usual weight and efficacy. And he was really a very pleasing
young mana young man whom any woman not fastidious might like.
He was reckoned very handsome; his person much admired in general
though not by herthere being a want of elegance of feature which
she could not dispense with:--but the girl who could be gratified
by a Robert Martin's riding about the country to get walnuts
for her might very well be conquered by Mr. Elton's admiration.


I do not know what your opinion may be, Mrs. Weston,said Mr. Knightleyof
this great intimacy between Emma and Harriet Smith, but I think it a bad thing.

A bad thing! Do you really think it a bad thing?-- why so?

I think they will neither of them do the other any good.

You surprize me! Emma must do Harriet good: and by supplying her
with a new object of interest, Harriet may be said to do Emma good.
I have been seeing their intimacy with the greatest pleasure.

How very differently we feel!--Not think they will do each other any
good! This will certainly be the beginning of one of our quarrels
about Emma, Mr. Knightley.

Perhaps you think I am come on purpose to quarrel with you,
knowing Weston to be out, and that you must still fight your own battle.

Mr. Weston would undoubtedly support me, if he were here,
for he thinks exactly as I do on the subject. We were speaking
of it only yesterday, and agreeing how fortunate it was for Emma,
that there should be such a girl in Highbury for her to associate with.
Mr. Knightley, I shall not allow you to be a fair judge in this case.
You are so much used to live alone, that you do not know the value
of a companion; and, perhaps no man can be a good judge of the comfort
a woman feels in the society of one of her own sex, after being used
to it all her life. I can imagine your objection to Harriet Smith.
She is not the superior young woman which Emma's friend ought to be.
But on the other hand, as Emma wants to see her better informed,
it will be an inducement to her to read more herself. They will
read together. She means it, I know.

Emma has been meaning to read more ever since she was twelve
years old. I have seen a great many lists of her drawing-up at
various times of books that she meant to read regularly through--and
very good lists they were--very well chosen, and very neatly
arranged--sometimes alphabetically, and sometimes by some other rule.
The list she drew up when only fourteen--I remember thinking it
did her judgment so much credit, that I preserved it some time;
and I dare say she may have made out a very good list now. But I
have done with expecting any course of steady reading from Emma.
She will never submit to any thing requiring industry and patience,
and a subjection of the fancy to the understanding. Where Miss Taylor
failed to stimulate, I may safely affirm that Harriet Smith will do
nothing.-- You never could persuade her to read half so much as you
wished.--You know you could not.

I dare say,replied Mrs. Westonsmilingthat I thought
so then;--but since we have parted, I can never remember Emma's
omitting to do any thing I wished.

There is hardly any desiring to refresh such a memory as that,--said
Mr. Knightleyfeelingly; and for a moment or two he had done. "But I
he soon added, who have had no such charm thrown over my senses
must still seehearand remember. Emma is spoiled by being the
cleverest of her family. At ten years oldshe had the misfortune of
being able to answer questions which puzzled her sister at seventeen.
She was always quick and assured: Isabella slow and diffident.
And ever since she was twelveEmma has been mistress of the house
and of you all. In her mother she lost the only person able to cope
with her. She inherits her mother's talentsand must have been
under subjection to her."

I should have been sorry, Mr. Knightley, to be dependent on
your recommendation, had I quitted Mr. Woodhouse's family and wanted
another situation; I do not think you would have spoken a good word for
me to any body. I am sure you always thought me unfit for the office I held.

Yes,said hesmiling. "You are better placed here; very fit
for a wifebut not at all for a governess. But you were preparing
yourself to be an excellent wife all the time you were at Hartfield.
You might not give Emma such a complete education as your powers would
seem to promise; but you were receiving a very good education from her
on the very material matrimonial point of submitting your own will
and doing as you were bid; and if Weston had asked me to recommend

him a wifeI should certainly have named Miss Taylor."

Thank you. There will be very little merit in making a good wife
to such a man as Mr. Weston.

Why, to own the truth, I am afraid you are rather thrown away,
and that with every disposition to bear, there will be nothing
to be borne. We will not despair, however. Weston may grow cross
from the wantonness of comfort, or his son may plague him.

I hope not that.--It is not likely. No, Mr. Knightley, do not
foretell vexation from that quarter.

Not I, indeed. I only name possibilities. I do not pretend to Emma's
genius for foretelling and guessing. I hope, with all my heart,
the young man may be a Weston in merit, and a Churchill in fortune.--But
Harriet Smith--I have not half done about Harriet Smith. I think
her the very worst sort of companion that Emma could possibly have.
She knows nothing herself, and looks upon Emma as knowing every thing.
She is a flatterer in all her ways; and so much the worse,
because undesigned. Her ignorance is hourly flattery. How can
Emma imagine she has any thing to learn herself, while Harriet
is presenting such a delightful inferiority? And as for Harriet,
I will venture to say that she cannot gain by the acquaintance.
Hartfield will only put her out of conceit with all the other places
she belongs to. She will grow just refined enough to be uncomfortable
with those among whom birth and circumstances have placed her home.
I am much mistaken if Emma's doctrines give any strength of mind,
or tend at all to make a girl adapt herself rationally to the varieties
of her situation in life.--They only give a little polish.

I either depend more upon Emma's good sense than you do, or am more
anxious for her present comfort; for I cannot lament the acquaintance.
How well she looked last night!

Oh! you would rather talk of her person than her mind, would you?
Very well; I shall not attempt to deny Emma's being pretty.

Pretty! say beautiful rather. Can you imagine any thing nearer
perfect beauty than Emma altogether-- face and figure?

I do not know what I could imagine, but I confess that I have
seldom seen a face or figure more pleasing to me than hers.
But I am a partial old friend.

Such an eye!--the true hazle eye--and so brilliant! regular features,
open countenance, with a complexion! oh! what a bloom of full health,
and such a pretty height and size; such a firm and upright figure!
There is health, not merely in her bloom, but in her air, her head,
her glance. One hears sometimes of a child being `the picture
of health;' now, Emma always gives me the idea of being the complete
picture of grown-up health. She is loveliness itself. Mr. Knightley,
is not she?

I have not a fault to find with her person,he replied.
I think her all you describe. I love to look at her; and I
will add this praise, that I do not think her personally vain.
Considering how very handsome she is, she appears to be little
occupied with it; her vanity lies another way. Mrs. Weston, I am
not to be talked out of my dislike of Harriet Smith, or my dread
of its doing them both harm.

And I, Mr. Knightley, am equally stout in my confidence of its
not doing them any harm. With all dear Emma's little faults,

she is an excellent creature. Where shall we see a better daughter,
or a kinder sister, or a truer friend? No, no; she has qualities
which may be trusted; she will never lead any one really wrong;
she will make no lasting blunder; where Emma errs once, she is in the
right a hundred times.

Very well; I will not plague you any more. Emma shall be an angel,
and I will keep my spleen to myself till Christmas brings John
and Isabella. John loves Emma with a reasonable and therefore
not a blind affection, and Isabella always thinks as he does;
except when he is not quite frightened enough about the children.
I am sure of having their opinions with me.

I know that you all love her really too well to be unjust or unkind;
but excuse me, Mr. Knightley, if I take the liberty (I consider myself,
you know, as having somewhat of the privilege of speech that Emma's
mother might have had) the liberty of hinting that I do not think
any possible good can arise from Harriet Smith's intimacy being made
a matter of much discussion among you. Pray excuse me; but supposing
any little inconvenience may be apprehended from the intimacy,
it cannot be expected that Emma, accountable to nobody but her father,
who perfectly approves the acquaintance, should put an end to it,
so long as it is a source of pleasure to herself. It has been so
many years my province to give advice, that you cannot be surprized,
Mr. Knightley, at this little remains of office.

Not at all,cried he; "I am much obliged to you for it.
It is very good adviceand it shall have a better fate than your
advice has often found; for it shall be attended to."

Mrs. John Knightley is easily alarmed, and might be made unhappy
about her sister.

Be satisfied,said heI will not raise any outcry. I will keep
my ill-humour to myself. I have a very sincere interest in Emma.
Isabella does not seem more my sister; has never excited a
greater interest; perhaps hardly so great. There is an anxiety,
a curiosity in what one feels for Emma. I wonder what will become
of her!

So do I,said Mrs. Weston gentlyvery much.

She always declares she will never marry, which, of course,
means just nothing at all. But I have no idea that she has yet
ever seen a man she cared for. It would not be a bad thing for her
to be very much in love with a proper object. I should like to see
Emma in love, and in some doubt of a return; it would do her good.
But there is nobody hereabouts to attach her; and she goes so seldom
from home.

There does, indeed, seem as little to tempt her to break
her resolution at present,said Mrs. Westonas can well be;
and while she is so happy at Hartfield, I cannot wish her to be
forming any attachment which would be creating such difficulties
on poor Mr. Woodhouse's account. I do not recommend matrimony
at present to Emma, though I mean no slight to the state, I assure you.

Part of her meaning was to conceal some favourite thoughts of
her own and Mr. Weston's on the subjectas much as possible.
There were wishes at Randalls respecting Emma's destinybut it
was not desirable to have them suspected; and the quiet transition
which Mr. Knightley soon afterwards made to "What does Weston
think of the weather; shall we have rain?" convinced her that he
had nothing more to say or surmise about Hartfield.


Emma could not feel a doubt of having given Harriet's fancy
a proper direction and raised the gratitude of her young vanity
to a very good purposefor she found her decidedly more sensible
than before of Mr. Elton's being a remarkably handsome manwith most
agreeable manners; and as she had no hesitation in following up
the assurance of his admiration by agreeable hintsshe was soon
pretty confident of creating as much liking on Harriet's side
as there could be any occasion for. She was quite convinced
of Mr. Elton's being in the fairest way of falling in love
if not in love already. She had no scruple with regard to him.
He talked of Harrietand praised her so warmlythat she could
not suppose any thing wanting which a little time would not add.
His perception of the striking improvement of Harriet's manner
since her introduction at Hartfieldwas not one of the least
agreeable proofs of his growing attachment.

You have given Miss Smith all that she required,said he;
you have made her graceful and easy. She was a beautiful creature
when she came to you, but, in my opinion, the attractions you have
added are infinitely superior to what she received from nature.

I am glad you think I have been useful to her; but Harriet
only wanted drawing out, and receiving a few, very few hints.
She had all the natural grace of sweetness of temper and artlessness
in herself. I have done very little.

If it were admissible to contradict a lady,said the gallant
Mr. Elton--

I have perhaps given her a little more decision of character,
have taught her to think on points which had not fallen in her
way before.

Exactly so; that is what principally strikes me. So much superadded
decision of character! Skilful has been the hand!

Great has been the pleasure, I am sure. I never met with
a disposition more truly amiable.

I have no doubt of it.And it was spoken with a sort
of sighing animationwhich had a vast deal of the lover.
She was not less pleased another day with the manner
in which he seconded a sudden wish of hersto have Harriet's picture.

Did you ever have your likeness taken, Harriet?said she: "did
you ever sit for your picture?"

Harriet was on the point of leaving the roomand only stopt to say
with a very interesting naivete

Oh! dear, no, never.

No sooner was she out of sightthan Emma exclaimed

What an exquisite possession a good picture of her would be! I would
give any money for it. I almost long to attempt her likeness myself.
You do not know it I dare say, but two or three years ago I had
a great passion for taking likenesses, and attempted several of

my friends, and was thought to have a tolerable eye in general.
But from one cause or another, I gave it up in disgust.
But really, I could almost venture, if Harriet would sit to me.
It would be such a delight to have her picture!

Let me entreat you,cried Mr. Elton; "it would indeed be a delight!
Let me entreat youMiss Woodhouseto exercise so charming a
talent in favour of your friend. I know what your drawings are.
How could you suppose me ignorant? Is not this room rich in
specimens of your landscapes and flowers; and has not Mrs. Weston
some inimitable figure-pieces in her drawing-roomat Randalls?"

Yesgood man!--thought Emma--but what has all that to do with taking
likenesses? You know nothing of drawing. Don't pretend to be
in raptures about mine. Keep your raptures for Harriet's face.
Well, if you give me such kind encouragement, Mr. Elton, I believe
I shall try what I can do. Harriet's features are very delicate,
which makes a likeness difficult; and yet there is a peculiarity
in the shape of the eye and the lines about the mouth which one ought
to catch.

Exactly so--The shape of the eye and the lines about the mouth--I
have not a doubt of your success. Pray, pray attempt it.
As you will do it, it will indeed, to use your own words,
be an exquisite possession.

But I am afraid, Mr. Elton, Harriet will not like to sit.
She thinks so little of her own beauty. Did not you observe her
manner of answering me? How completely it meant, `why should my
picture be drawn?'

Oh! yes, I observed it, I assure you. It was not lost on me.
But still I cannot imagine she would not be persuaded.

Harriet was soon back againand the proposal almost immediately made;
and she had no scruples which could stand many minutes against the earnest
pressing of both the others. Emma wished to go to work directly
and therefore produced the portfolio containing her various attempts
at portraitsfor not one of them had ever been finishedthat they
might decide together on the best size for Harriet. Her many
beginnings were displayed. Miniatureshalf-lengthswhole-lengths
pencilcrayonand water-colours had been all tried in turn.
She had always wanted to do every thingand had made more progress
both in drawing and music than many might have done with so little
labour as she would ever submit to. She played and sang;--and drew
in almost every style; but steadiness had always been wanting;
and in nothing had she approached the degree of excellence which she
would have been glad to commandand ought not to have failed of.
She was not much deceived as to her own skill either as an artist
or a musicianbut she was not unwilling to have others deceived
or sorry to know her reputation for accomplishment often higher
than it deserved.

There was merit in every drawing--in the least finishedperhaps the most;
her style was spirited; but had there been much lessor had there
been ten times morethe delight and admiration of her two companions
would have been the same. They were both in ecstasies. A likeness
pleases every body; and Miss Woodhouse's performances must be capital.

No great variety of faces for you,said Emma. "I had only my
own family to study from. There is my father--another of my
father--but the idea of sitting for his picture made him so nervous
that I could only take him by stealth; neither of them very
like therefore. Mrs. Weston againand againand againyou see.

Dear Mrs. Weston! always my kindest friend on every occasion.
She would sit whenever I asked her. There is my sister; and really
quite her own little elegant figure!--and the face not unlike.
I should have made a good likeness of herif she would have
sat longerbut she was in such a hurry to have me draw her four
children that she would not be quiet. Thenhere come all my
attempts at three of those four children;--there they are
Henry and John and Bellafrom one end of the sheet to the other
and any one of them might do for any one of the rest. She was so
eager to have them drawn that I could not refuse; but there is no
making children of three or four years old stand still you know;
nor can it be very easy to take any likeness of thembeyond the
air and complexionunless they are coarser featured than any
of mama's children ever were. Here is my sketch of the fourth
who was a baby. I took him as he was sleeping on the sofaand it
is as strong a likeness of his cockade as you would wish to see.
He had nestled down his head most conveniently. That's very like.
I am rather proud of little George. The corner of the sofa is very good.
Then here is my last--unclosing a pretty sketch of a gentleman
in small size, whole-length-- my last and my best--my brother
Mr. John Knightley. --This did not want much of being finishedwhen I
put it away in a petand vowed I would never take another likeness.
I could not help being provoked; for after all my painsand when I
had really made a very good likeness of it--(Mrs. Weston and I
were quite agreed in thinking it very like)--only too handsome--too
flattering--but that was a fault on the right side-- after
all thiscame poor dear Isabella's cold approbation of--"Yes
it was a little like--but to be sure it did not do him justice."
We had had a great deal of trouble in persuading him to sit at all.
It was made a great favour of; and altogether it was more than I
could bear; and so I never would finish itto have it apologised
over as an unfavourable likenessto every morning visitor in
Brunswick Square;--andas I saidI did then forswear ever drawing
any body again. But for Harriet's sakeor rather for my own
and as there are no husbands and wives in the case at present
I will break my resolution now."

Mr. Elton seemed very properly struck and delighted by the idea
and was repeatingNo husbands and wives in the case at present
indeed, as you observe. Exactly so. No husbands and wives,
with so interesting a consciousnessthat Emma began to consider
whether she had not better leave them together at once. But as she
wanted to be drawingthe declaration must wait a little longer.

She had soon fixed on the size and sort of portrait.
It was to be a whole-length in water-colourslike Mr. John
Knightley'sand was destinedif she could please herself
to hold a very honourable station over the mantelpiece.

The sitting began; and Harrietsmiling and blushingand afraid
of not keeping her attitude and countenancepresented a very sweet
mixture of youthful expression to the steady eyes of the artist.
But there was no doing any thingwith Mr. Elton fidgeting behind
her and watching every touch. She gave him credit for stationing
himself where he might gaze and gaze again without offence;
but was really obliged to put an end to itand request him to
place himself elsewhere. It then occurred to her to employ him
in reading.

If he would be so good as to read to them, it would be a kindness
indeed! It would amuse away the difficulties of her part, and lessen
the irksomeness of Miss Smith's.

Mr. Elton was only too happy. Harriet listenedand Emma drew

in peace. She must allow him to be still frequently coming to look;
any thing less would certainly have been too little in a lover;
and he was ready at the smallest intermission of the pencil
to jump up and see the progressand be charmed.--There was no
being displeased with such an encouragerfor his admiration
made him discern a likeness almost before it was possible.
She could not respect his eyebut his love and his complaisance
were unexceptionable.

The sitting was altogether very satisfactory; she was quite
enough pleased with the first day's sketch to wish to go on.
There was no want of likenessshe had been fortunate in the attitude
and as she meant to throw in a little improvement to the figure
to give a little more heightand considerably more eleganceshe had
great confidence of its being in every way a pretty drawing at last
and of its filling its destined place with credit to them both--a
standing memorial of the beauty of onethe skill of the other
and the friendship of both; with as many other agreeable associations
as Mr. Elton's very promising attachment was likely to add.

Harriet was to sit again the next day; and Mr. Eltonjust as he ought
entreated for the permission of attending and reading to them again.

By all means. We shall be most happy to consider you as one
of the party.

The same civilities and courtesiesthe same success and satisfaction
took place on the morrowand accompanied the whole progress
of the picturewhich was rapid and happy. Every body who saw it
was pleasedbut Mr. Elton was in continual rapturesand defended
it through every criticism.

Miss Woodhouse has given her friend the only beauty she
wanted,--observed Mrs. Weston to him--not in the least suspecting
that she was addressing a lover.--"The expression of the eye is
most correctbut Miss Smith has not those eyebrows and eyelashes.
It is the fault of her face that she has them not."

Do you think so?replied he. "I cannot agree with you.
It appears to me a most perfect resemblance in every feature.
I never saw such a likeness in my life. We must allow for the effect
of shadeyou know."

You have made her too tall, Emma,said Mr. Knightley.

Emma knew that she hadbut would not own it; and Mr. Elton warmly added

Oh no! certainly not too tall; not in the least too tall. Consider,
she is sitting down--which naturally presents a different--which
in short gives exactly the idea--and the proportions must
be preserved, you know. Proportions, fore-shortening.--Oh no! it
gives one exactly the idea of such a height as Miss Smith's. Exactly so indeed!

It is very pretty,said Mr. Woodhouse. "So prettily done! Just
as your drawings always aremy dear. I do not know any body who draws
so well as you do. The only thing I do not thoroughly like is
that she seems to be sitting out of doorswith only a little shawl
over her shoulders--and it makes one think she must catch cold."

But, my dear papa, it is supposed to be summer; a warm day in summer.
Look at the tree.

But it is never safe to sit out of doors, my dear.

You, sir, may say any thing,cried Mr. Eltonbut I must confess
that I regard it as a most happy thought, the placing of Miss
Smith out of doors; and the tree is touched with such inimitable
spirit! Any other situation would have been much less in character.
The naivete of Miss Smith's manners--and altogether--Oh, it is
most admirable! I cannot keep my eyes from it. I never saw such
a likeness.

The next thing wanted was to get the picture framed; and here were a
few difficulties. It must be done directly; it must be done in London;
the order must go through the hands of some intelligent person whose taste
could be depended on; and Isabellathe usual doer of all commissions
must not be applied tobecause it was Decemberand Mr. Woodhouse
could not bear the idea of her stirring out of her house in the fogs
of December. But no sooner was the distress known to Mr. Elton
than it was removed. His gallantry was always on the alert.
Might he be trusted with the commission, what infinite pleasure
should he have in executing it! he could ride to London at any time.
It was impossible to say how much he should be gratified by being
employed on such an errand.

He was too good!--she could not endure the thought!-- she would
not give him such a troublesome office for the world,--brought
on the desired repetition of entreaties and assurances--and
a very few minutes settled the business.

Mr. Elton was to take the drawing to Londonchuse the frame
and give the directions; and Emma thought she could so pack it
as to ensure its safety without much incommoding himwhile he
seemed mostly fearful of not being incommoded enough.

What a precious deposit!said he with a tender sighas he
received it.

This man is almost too gallant to be in love,thought Emma.
I should say so, but that I suppose there may be a hundred different
ways of being in love. He is an excellent young man, and will suit
Harriet exactly; it will be an `Exactly so,' as he says himself;
but he does sigh and languish, and study for compliments rather more
than I could endure as a principal. I come in for a pretty good
share as a second. But it is his gratitude on Harriet's account.


The very day of Mr. Elton's going to London produced a fresh occasion
for Emma's services towards her friend. Harriet had been at Hartfield
as usualsoon after breakfast; andafter a timehad gone home
to return again to dinner: she returnedand sooner than had been
talked ofand with an agitatedhurried lookannouncing something
extraordinary to have happened which she was longing to tell.
Half a minute brought it all out. She had heardas soon as she got
back to Mrs. Goddard'sthat Mr. Martin had been there an hour before
and finding she was not at homenor particularly expectedhad left
a little parcel for her from one of his sistersand gone away;
and on opening this parcelshe had actually foundbesides the two
songs which she had lent Elizabeth to copya letter to herself;
and this letter was from himfrom Mr. Martinand contained a direct
proposal of marriage. "Who could have thought it? She was so surprized
she did not know what to do. Yesquite a proposal of marriage;
and a very good letterat least she thought so. And he wrote
as if he really loved her very much--but she did not know--and so

she was come as fast as she could to ask Miss Woodhouse what she
should do.--" Emma was half-ashamed of her friend for seeming so
pleased and so doubtful.

Upon my word,she criedthe young man is determined not to lose
any thing for want of asking. He will connect himself well if he can.

Will you read the letter?cried Harriet. "Pray do. I'd rather
you would."

Emma was not sorry to be pressed. She readand was surprized.
The style of the letter was much above her expectation.
There were not merely no grammatical errorsbut as a composition it
would not have disgraced a gentleman; the languagethough plain
was strong and unaffectedand the sentiments it conveyed very much
to the credit of the writer. It was shortbut expressed good sense
warm attachmentliberalityproprietyeven delicacy of feeling.
She paused over itwhile Harriet stood anxiously watching for
her opinionwith a "Wellwell and was at last forced to add,
Is it a good letter? or is it too short?"

Yes, indeed, a very good letter,replied Emma rather slowly--"so
good a letterHarrietthat every thing consideredI think one of
his sisters must have helped him. I can hardly imagine the young
man whom I saw talking with you the other day could express himself
so wellif left quite to his own powersand yet it is not the
style of a woman; nocertainlyit is too strong and concise;
not diffuse enough for a woman. No doubt he is a sensible man
and I suppose may have a natural talent for--thinks strongly and
clearly--and when he takes a pen in handhis thoughts naturally find
proper words. It is so with some men. YesI understand the sort
of mind. Vigorousdecidedwith sentiments to a certain point
not coarse. A better written letterHarriet (returning it)
than I had expected."

Well,said the still waiting Harriet;--" well--and-- and what
shall I do?"

What shall you do! In what respect? Do you mean with regard
to this letter?


But what are you in doubt of? You must answer it of course--and speedily.

Yes. But what shall I say? Dear Miss Woodhouse, do advise me.

Oh no, no! the letter had much better be all your own. You will
express yourself very properly, I am sure. There is no danger of your
not being intelligible, which is the first thing. Your meaning must
be unequivocal; no doubts or demurs: and such expressions of gratitude
and concern for the pain you are inflicting as propriety requires,
will present themselves unbidden to your mind, I am persuaded.
You need not be prompted to write with the appearance of sorrow
for his disappointment.

You think I ought to refuse him then,said Harrietlooking down.

Ought to refuse him! My dear Harriet, what do you mean? Are you
in any doubt as to that? I thought--but I beg your pardon, perhaps I
have been under a mistake. I certainly have been misunderstanding
you, if you feel in doubt as to the purport of your answer.
I had imagined you were consulting me only as to the wording of it.

Harriet was silent. With a little reserve of mannerEmma continued:

You mean to return a favourable answer, I collect.

No, I do not; that is, I do not mean--What shall I do? What would
you advise me to do? Pray, dear Miss Woodhouse, tell me what I
ought to do.

I shall not give you any advice, Harriet. I will have nothing to
do with it. This is a point which you must settle with your feelings.

I had no notion that he liked me so very much,said Harriet
contemplating the letter. For a little while Emma persevered
in her silence; but beginning to apprehend the bewitching flattery
of that letter might be too powerfulshe thought it best to say

I lay it down as a general rule, Harriet, that if a woman doubts
as to whether she should accept a man or not, she certainly ought
to refuse him. If she can hesitate as to `Yes,' she ought to say
`No' directly. It is not a state to be safely entered into
with doubtful feelings, with half a heart. I thought it my duty
as a friend, and older than yourself, to say thus much to you.
But do not imagine that I want to influence you.

Oh! no, I am sure you are a great deal too kind to--but if you
would just advise me what I had best do--No, no, I do not mean
that--As you say, one's mind ought to be quite made up--One should
not be hesitating--It is a very serious thing.--It will be safer
to say `No,' perhaps.--Do you think I had better say `No?'

Not for the world,said Emmasmiling graciouslywould I advise
you either way. You must be the best judge of your own happiness.
If you prefer Mr. Martin to every other person; if you think him
the most agreeable man you have ever been in company with, why should
you hesitate? You blush, Harriet.--Does any body else occur to you
at this moment under such a definition? Harriet, Harriet, do not
deceive yourself; do not be run away with by gratitude and compassion.
At this moment whom are you thinking of?

The symptoms were favourable.--Instead of answeringHarriet turned
away confusedand stood thoughtfully by the fire; and though
the letter was still in her handit was now mechanically twisted
about without regard. Emma waited the result with impatience
but not without strong hopes. At lastwith some hesitation
Harriet said-

Miss Woodhouse, as you will not give me your opinion, I must
do as well as I can by myself; and I have now quite determined,
and really almost made up my mind--to refuse Mr. Martin. Do you
think I am right?

Perfectly, perfectly right, my dearest Harriet; you are doing just
what you ought. While you were at all in suspense I kept my feelings
to myself, but now that you are so completely decided I have no
hesitation in approving. Dear Harriet, I give myself joy of this.
It would have grieved me to lose your acquaintance, which must have
been the consequence of your marrying Mr. Martin. While you were in
the smallest degree wavering, I said nothing about it, because I would
not influence; but it would have been the loss of a friend to me.
I could not have visited Mrs. Robert Martin, of Abbey-Mill Farm.
Now I am secure of you for ever.

Harriet had not surmised her own dangerbut the idea of it struck
her forcibly.

You could not have visited me!she criedlooking aghast.
No, to be sure you could not; but I never thought of that before.
That would have been too dreadful!--What an escape!--Dear Miss Woodhouse,
I would not give up the pleasure and honour of being intimate with you
for any thing in the world.

Indeed, Harriet, it would have been a severe pang to lose you;
but it must have been. You would have thrown yourself out of all
good society. I must have given you up.

Dear me!--How should I ever have borne it! It would have killed
me never to come to Hartfield any more!

Dear affectionate creature!--You banished to Abbey-Mill Farm!--You
confined to the society of the illiterate and vulgar all your life!
I wonder how the young man could have the assurance to ask it.
He must have a pretty good opinion of himself.

I do not think he is conceited either, in general,said Harriet
her conscience opposing such censure; "at leasthe is very good natured
and I shall always feel much obliged to himand have a great regard
for-- but that is quite a different thing from--and you know
though he may like meit does not follow that I should--and
certainly I must confess that since my visiting here I have seen
people--and if one comes to compare themperson and manners
there is no comparison at allone is so very handsome and agreeable.
HoweverI do really think Mr. Martin a very amiable young man
and have a great opinion of him; and his being so much attached
to me--and his writing such a letter--but as to leaving you
it is what I would not do upon any consideration."

Thank you, thank you, my own sweet little friend. We will not
be parted. A woman is not to marry a man merely because she is asked,
or because he is attached to her, and can write a tolerable letter.

Oh no;--and it is but a short letter too.

Emma felt the bad taste of her friendbut let it pass with a
very true; and it would be a small consolation to her, for the
clownish manner which might be offending her every hour of the day,
to know that her husband could write a good letter.

Oh! yes, very. Nobody cares for a letter; the thing is, to be always
happy with pleasant companions. I am quite determined to refuse him.
But how shall I do? What shall I say?

Emma assured her there would be no difficulty in the answer
and advised its being written directlywhich was agreed to
in the hope of her assistance; and though Emma continued to protest
against any assistance being wantedit was in fact given in the
formation of every sentence. The looking over his letter again
in replying to ithad such a softening tendencythat it was
particularly necessary to brace her up with a few decisive expressions;
and she was so very much concerned at the idea of making him unhappy
and thought so much of what his mother and sisters would think and say
and was so anxious that they should not fancy her ungrateful
that Emma believed if the young man had come in her way at that moment
he would have been accepted after all.

This letterhoweverwas writtenand sealedand sent.
The business was finishedand Harriet safe. She was rather low
all the eveningbut Emma could allow for her amiable regrets
and sometimes relieved them by speaking of her own affection

sometimes by bringing forward the idea of Mr. Elton.

I shall never be invited to Abbey-Mill again,was said in rather
a sorrowful tone.

Nor, if you were, could I ever bear to part with you, my Harriet.
You are a great deal too necessary at Hartfield to be spared
to Abbey-Mill.

And I am sure I should never want to go there; for I am never happy
but at Hartfield.

Some time afterwards it wasI think Mrs. Goddard would be very
much surprized if she knew what had happened. I am sure Miss Nash
would--for Miss Nash thinks her own sister very well married,
and it is only a linen-draper.

One should be sorry to see greater pride or refinement in the
teacher of a school, Harriet. I dare say Miss Nash would envy you
such an opportunity as this of being married. Even this conquest
would appear valuable in her eyes. As to any thing superior for you,
I suppose she is quite in the dark. The attentions of a certain
person can hardly be among the tittle-tattle of Highbury yet.
Hitherto I fancy you and I are the only people to whom his looks
and manners have explained themselves.

Harriet blushed and smiledand said something about wondering
that people should like her so much. The idea of Mr. Elton was
certainly cheering; but stillafter a timeshe was tender-hearted
again towards the rejected Mr. Martin.

Now he has got my letter,said she softly. "I wonder what they
are all doing--whether his sisters know--if he is unhappy
they will be unhappy too. I hope he will not mind it so very much."

Let us think of those among our absent friends who are more
cheerfully employed,cried Emma. "At this momentperhapsMr. Elton
is shewing your picture to his mother and sisterstelling how much
more beautiful is the originaland after being asked for it five
or six timesallowing them to hear your nameyour own dear name."

My picture!--But he has left my picture in Bond-street.

Has he so!--Then I know nothing of Mr. Elton. No, my dear
little modest Harriet, depend upon it the picture will not be
in Bond-street till just before he mounts his horse to-morrow.
It is his companion all this evening, his solace, his delight.
It opens his designs to his family, it introduces you among them,
it diffuses through the party those pleasantest feelings of our nature,
eager curiosity and warm prepossession. How cheerful, how animated,
how suspicious, how busy their imaginations all are!

Harriet smiled againand her smiles grew stronger.


Harriet slept at Hartfield that night. For some weeks past she
had been spending more than half her time thereand gradually
getting to have a bed-room appropriated to herself; and Emma
judged it best in every respectsafest and kindestto keep her
with them as much as possible just at present. She was obliged

to go the next morning for an hour or two to Mrs. Goddard's
but it was then to be settled that she should return to Hartfield
to make a regular visit of some days.

While she was goneMr. Knightley calledand sat some time with
Mr. Woodhouse and Emmatill Mr. Woodhousewho had previously made up
his mind to walk outwas persuaded by his daughter not to defer it
and was induced by the entreaties of boththough against the scruples
of his own civilityto leave Mr. Knightley for that purpose.
Mr. Knightleywho had nothing of ceremony about himwas offering
by his shortdecided answersan amusing contrast to the protracted
apologies and civil hesitations of the other.

Well, I believe, if you will excuse me, Mr. Knightley, if you
will not consider me as doing a very rude thing, I shall take
Emma's advice and go out for a quarter of an hour. As the sun
is out, I believe I had better take my three turns while I can.
I treat you without ceremony, Mr. Knightley. We invalids think we
are privileged people.

My dear sir, do not make a stranger of me.

I leave an excellent substitute in my daughter. Emma will be happy
to entertain you. And therefore I think I will beg your excuse
and take my three turns--my winter walk.

You cannot do better, sir.

I would ask for the pleasure of your company, Mr. Knightley,
but I am a very slow walker, and my pace would be tedious to you;
and, besides, you have another long walk before you, to Donwell Abbey.

Thank you, sir, thank you; I am going this moment myself; and I
think the sooner you go the better. I will fetch your greatcoat
and open the garden door for you.

Mr. Woodhouse at last was off; but Mr. Knightleyinstead of being
immediately off likewisesat down againseemingly inclined
for more chat. He began speaking of Harrietand speaking
of her with more voluntary praise than Emma had ever heard before.

I cannot rate her beauty as you do,said he; "but she is a
pretty little creatureand I am inclined to think very well of
her disposition. Her character depends upon those she is with;
but in good hands she will turn out a valuable woman."

I am glad you think so; and the good hands, I hope, may not be wanting.

Come,said heyou are anxious for a compliment, so I will
tell you that you have improved her. You have cured her of her
school-girl's giggle; she really does you credit.

Thank you. I should be mortified indeed if I did not believe I
had been of some use; but it is not every body who will bestow
praise where they may. You do not often overpower me with it.

You are expecting her again, you say, this morning?

Almost every moment. She has been gone longer already than
she intended.

Something has happened to delay her; some visitors perhaps.

Highbury gossips!--Tiresome wretches!

Harriet may not consider every body tiresome that you would.

Emma knew this was too true for contradictionand therefore
said nothing. He presently addedwith a smile

I do not pretend to fix on times or places, but I must tell you
that I have good reason to believe your little friend will soon
hear of something to her advantage.

Indeed! how so? of what sort?

A very serious sort, I assure you;still smiling.

Very serious! I can think of but one thing--Who is in love
with her? Who makes you their confidant?

Emma was more than half in hopes of Mr. Elton's having dropt a hint.
Mr. Knightley was a sort of general friend and adviserand she knew
Mr. Elton looked up to him.

I have reason to think,he repliedthat Harriet Smith will
soon have an offer of marriage, and from a most unexceptionable
quarter:--Robert Martin is the man. Her visit to Abbey-Mill,
this summer, seems to have done his business. He is desperately
in love and means to marry her.

He is very obliging,said Emma; "but is he sure that Harriet
means to marry him?"

Well, well, means to make her an offer then. Will that do? He came
to the Abbey two evenings ago, on purpose to consult me about it.
He knows I have a thorough regard for him and all his family, and,
I believe, considers me as one of his best friends. He came to ask
me whether I thought it would be imprudent in him to settle so early;
whether I thought her too young: in short, whether I approved his
choice altogether; having some apprehension perhaps of her being
considered (especially since your making so much of her) as in a line
of society above him. I was very much pleased with all that he said.
I never hear better sense from any one than Robert Martin.
He always speaks to the purpose; open, straightforward, and very
well judging. He told me every thing; his circumstances and plans,
and what they all proposed doing in the event of his marriage. He is
an excellent young man, both as son and brother. I had no hesitation
in advising him to marry. He proved to me that he could afford it;
and that being the case, I was convinced he could not do better.
I praised the fair lady too, and altogether sent him away very happy.
If he had never esteemed my opinion before, he would have thought
highly of me then; and, I dare say, left the house thinking me the
best friend and counsellor man ever had. This happened the night
before last. Now, as we may fairly suppose, he would not allow
much time to pass before he spoke to the lady, and as he does not
appear to have spoken yesterday, it is not unlikely that he should
be at Mrs. Goddard's to-day; and she may be detained by a visitor,
without thinking him at all a tiresome wretch.

Pray, Mr. Knightley,said Emmawho had been smiling to herself
through a great part of this speechhow do you know that Mr. Martin
did not speak yesterday?

Certainly,replied hesurprizedI do not absolutely know it;
but it may be inferred. Was not she the whole day with you?

Come,said sheI will tell you something, in return for what

you have told me. He did speak yesterday--that is, he wrote,
and was refused.

This was obliged to be repeated before it could be believed;
and Mr. Knightley actually looked red with surprize and displeasure
as he stood upin tall indignationand said

Then she is a greater simpleton than I ever believed her.
What is the foolish girl about?

Oh! to be sure,cried Emmait is always incomprehensible
to a man that a woman should ever refuse an offer of marriage.
A man always imagines a woman to be ready for any body who asks her.

Nonsense! a man does not imagine any such thing. But what is
the meaning of this? Harriet Smith refuse Robert Martin? madness,
if it is so; but I hope you are mistaken.

I saw her answer!--nothing could be clearer.

You saw her answer!--you wrote her answer too. Emma, this is
your doing. You persuaded her to refuse him.

And if I did, (which, however, I am far from allowing) I should
not feel that I had done wrong. Mr. Martin is a very respectable
young man, but I cannot admit him to be Harriet's equal; and am
rather surprized indeed that he should have ventured to address her.
By your account, he does seem to have had some scruples. It is
a pity that they were ever got over.

Not Harriet's equal!exclaimed Mr. Knightley loudly and warmly;
and with calmer asperityaddeda few moments afterwardsNo, he
is not her equal indeed, for he is as much her superior in sense
as in situation. Emma, your infatuation about that girl blinds you.
What are Harriet Smith's claims, either of birth, nature or education,
to any connexion higher than Robert Martin? She is the natural
daughter of nobody knows whom, with probably no settled provision
at all, and certainly no respectable relations. She is known only
as parlour-boarder at a common school. She is not a sensible girl,
nor a girl of any information. She has been taught nothing useful,
and is too young and too simple to have acquired any thing herself.
At her age she can have no experience, and with her little wit,
is not very likely ever to have any that can avail her.
She is pretty, and she is good tempered, and that is all.
My only scruple in advising the match was on his account, as being
beneath his deserts, and a bad connexion for him. I felt that,
as to fortune, in all probability he might do much better; and that as
to a rational companion or useful helpmate, he could not do worse.
But I could not reason so to a man in love, and was willing
to trust to there being no harm in her, to her having that sort
of disposition, which, in good hands, like his, might be easily led
aright and turn out very well. The advantage of the match I felt
to be all on her side; and had not the smallest doubt (nor have I now)
that there would be a general cry-out upon her extreme good luck.
Even your satisfaction I made sure of. It crossed my mind immediately
that you would not regret your friend's leaving Highbury, for the
sake of her being settled so well. I remember saying to myself,
`Even Emma, with all her partiality for Harriet, will think this a
good match.'

I cannot help wondering at your knowing so little of Emma as to say
any such thing. What! think a farmer, (and with all his sense and all
his merit Mr. Martin is nothing more,) a good match for my intimate
friend! Not regret her leaving Highbury for the sake of marrying

a man whom I could never admit as an acquaintance of my own! I
wonder you should think it possible for me to have such feelings.
I assure you mine are very different. I must think your statement
by no means fair. You are not just to Harriet's claims.
They would be estimated very differently by others as well as myself;
Mr. Martin may be the richest of the two, but he is undoubtedly
her inferior as to rank in society.--The sphere in which she moves
is much above his.--It would be a degradation.

A degradation to illegitimacy and ignorance, to be married
to a respectable, intelligent gentleman-farmer!

As to the circumstances of her birth, though in a legal sense
she may be called Nobody, it will not hold in common sense.
She is not to pay for the offence of others, by being held below
the level of those with whom she is brought up.--There can scarcely
be a doubt that her father is a gentleman--and a gentleman of
fortune.--Her allowance is very liberal; nothing has ever been grudged
for her improvement or comfort.--That she is a gentleman's daughter,
is indubitable to me; that she associates with gentlemen's daughters,
no one, I apprehend, will deny.--She is superior to Mr. Robert Martin.

Whoever might be her parents,said Mr. Knightleywhoever may
have had the charge of her, it does not appear to have been any part
of their plan to introduce her into what you would call good society.
After receiving a very indifferent education she is left in
Mrs. Goddard's hands to shift as she can;--to move, in short,
in Mrs. Goddard's line, to have Mrs. Goddard's acquaintance.
Her friends evidently thought this good enough for her; and it was
good enough. She desired nothing better herself. Till you chose
to turn her into a friend, her mind had no distaste for her own set,
nor any ambition beyond it. She was as happy as possible with the
Martins in the summer. She had no sense of superiority then.
If she has it now, you have given it. You have been no friend to
Harriet Smith, Emma. Robert Martin would never have proceeded so far,
if he had not felt persuaded of her not being disinclined to him.
I know him well. He has too much real feeling to address any
woman on the haphazard of selfish passion. And as to conceit,
he is the farthest from it of any man I know. Depend upon it he
had encouragement.

It was most convenient to Emma not to make a direct reply to this
assertion; she chose rather to take up her own line of the subject again.

You are a very warm friend to Mr. Martin; but, as I said before,
are unjust to Harriet. Harriet's claims to marry well are not
so contemptible as you represent them. She is not a clever girl,
but she has better sense than you are aware of, and does not
deserve to have her understanding spoken of so slightingly.
Waiving that point, however, and supposing her to be, as you
describe her, only pretty and good-natured, let me tell you, that in
the degree she possesses them, they are not trivial recommendations
to the world in general, for she is, in fact, a beautiful girl,
and must be thought so by ninety-nine people out of an hundred;
and till it appears that men are much more philosophic on the subject
of beauty than they are generally supposed; till they do fall
in love with well-informed minds instead of handsome faces, a girl,
with such loveliness as Harriet, has a certainty of being admired
and sought after, of having the power of chusing from among many,
consequently a claim to be nice. Her good-nature, too, is not so very
slight a claim, comprehending, as it does, real, thorough sweetness
of temper and manner, a very humble opinion of herself, and a great
readiness to be pleased with other people. I am very much mistaken
if your sex in general would not think such beauty, and such temper,

the highest claims a woman could possess.

Upon my word, Emma, to hear you abusing the reason you have,
is almost enough to make me think so too. Better be without sense,
than misapply it as you do.

To be sure!cried she playfully. "I know that is the feeling
of you all. I know that such a girl as Harriet is exactly
what every man delights in--what at once bewitches his senses
and satisfies his judgment. Oh! Harriet may pick and chuse.
Were youyourselfever to marryshe is the very woman for you.
And is sheat seventeenjust entering into lifejust beginning
to be knownto be wondered at because she does not accept the first
offer she receives? No--pray let her have time to look about her."

I have always thought it a very foolish intimacy,said Mr. Knightley
presentlythough I have kept my thoughts to myself; but I now
perceive that it will be a very unfortunate one for Harriet.
You will puff her up with such ideas of her own beauty, and of what
she has a claim to, that, in a little while, nobody within her
reach will be good enough for her. Vanity working on a weak head,
produces every sort of mischief. Nothing so easy as for a young lady
to raise her expectations too high. Miss Harriet Smith may not find
offers of marriage flow in so fast, though she is a very pretty girl.
Men of sense, whatever you may chuse to say, do not want silly wives.
Men of family would not be very fond of connecting themselves
with a girl of such obscurity-- and most prudent men would be
afraid of the inconvenience and disgrace they might be involved in,
when the mystery of her parentage came to be revealed. Let her marry
Robert Martin, and she is safe, respectable, and happy for ever;
but if you encourage her to expect to marry greatly, and teach
her to be satisfied with nothing less than a man of consequence
and large fortune, she may be a parlour-boarder at Mrs. Goddard's
all the rest of her life--or, at least, (for Harriet Smith is a
girl who will marry somebody or other,) till she grow desperate,
and is glad to catch at the old writing-master's son.

We think so very differently on this point, Mr. Knightley,
that there can be no use in canvassing it. We shall only be making
each other more angry. But as to my letting her marry Robert Martin,
it is impossible; she has refused him, and so decidedly, I think,
as must prevent any second application. She must abide by the evil
of having refused him, whatever it may be; and as to the refusal itself,
I will not pretend to say that I might not influence her a little;
but I assure you there was very little for me or for any body to do.
His appearance is so much against him, and his manner so bad,
that if she ever were disposed to favour him, she is not now.
I can imagine, that before she had seen any body superior,
she might tolerate him. He was the brother of her friends,
and he took pains to please her; and altogether, having seen
nobody better (that must have been his great assistant)
she might not, while she was at Abbey-Mill, find him disagreeable.
But the case is altered now. She knows now what gentlemen are;
and nothing but a gentleman in education and manner has any chance
with Harriet.

Nonsense, errant nonsense, as ever was talked!cried Mr. Knightley.--"Robert
Martin's manners have sensesincerityand good-humour to recommend
them; and his mind has more true gentility than Harriet Smith could understand."

Emma made no answerand tried to look cheerfully unconcernedbut was
really feeling uncomfortable and wanting him very much to be gone.
She did not repent what she had done; she still thought herself
a better judge of such a point of female right and refinement than he

could be; but yet she had a sort of habitual respect for his judgment
in generalwhich made her dislike having it so loudly against her;
and to have him sitting just opposite to her in angry state
was very disagreeable. Some minutes passed in this unpleasant silence
with only one attempt on Emma's side to talk of the weather
but he made no answer. He was thinking. The result of his thoughts
appeared at last in these words.

Robert Martin has no great loss--if he can but think so; and I
hope it will not be long before he does. Your views for Harriet
are best known to yourself; but as you make no secret of your love
of match-making, it is fair to suppose that views, and plans,
and projects you have;--and as a friend I shall just hint to you
that if Elton is the man, I think it will be all labour in vain.

Emma laughed and disclaimed. He continued

Depend upon it, Elton will not do. Elton is a very good sort of man,
and a very respectable vicar of Highbury, but not at all likely
to make an imprudent match. He knows the value of a good income
as well as any body. Elton may talk sentimentally, but he will
act rationally. He is as well acquainted with his own claims, as you
can be with Harriet's. He knows that he is a very handsome young man,
and a great favourite wherever he goes; and from his general way
of talking in unreserved moments, when there are only men present,
I am convinced that he does not mean to throw himself away.
I have heard him speak with great animation of a large family
of young ladies that his sisters are intimate with, who have all
twenty thousand pounds apiece.

I am very much obliged to you,said Emmalaughing again.
If I had set my heart on Mr. Elton's marrying Harriet, it would
have been very kind to open my eyes; but at present I only want
to keep Harriet to myself. I have done with match-making indeed.
I could never hope to equal my own doings at Randalls. I shall leave
off while I am well.

Good morning to you,--said herising and walking off abruptly.
He was very much vexed. He felt the disappointment of the young man
and was mortified to have been the means of promoting itby the
sanction he had given; and the part which he was persuaded Emma had
taken in the affairwas provoking him exceedingly.

Emma remained in a state of vexation too; but there was more
indistinctness in the causes of her'sthan in his. She did not always
feel so absolutely satisfied with herselfso entirely convinced that
her opinions were right and her adversary's wrongas Mr. Knightley.
He walked off in more complete self-approbation than he left for her.
She was not so materially cast downhoweverbut that a little
time and the return of Harriet were very adequate restoratives.
Harriet's staying away so long was beginning to make her uneasy.
The possibility of the young man's coming to Mrs. Goddard's
that morningand meeting with Harriet and pleading his own cause
gave alarming ideas. The dread of such a failure after all became the
prominent uneasiness; and when Harriet appearedand in very good spirits
and without having any such reason to give for her long absence
she felt a satisfaction which settled her with her own mind
and convinced herthat let Mr. Knightley think or say what he would
she had done nothing which woman's friendship and woman's feelings
would not justify.

He had frightened her a little about Mr. Elton; but when she considered
that Mr. Knightley could not have observed him as she had done
neither with the interestnor (she must be allowed to tell herself

in spite of Mr. Knightley's pretensions) with the skill of such
an observer on such a question as herselfthat he had spoken it
hastily and in angershe was able to believethat he had rather
said what he wished resentfully to be truethan what he knew
any thing about. He certainly might have heard Mr. Elton speak
with more unreserve than she had ever doneand Mr. Elton might not
be of an imprudentinconsiderate disposition as to money matters;
he might naturally be rather attentive than otherwise to them;
but thenMr. Knightley did not make due allowance for the influence
of a strong passion at war with all interested motives. Mr. Knightley
saw no such passionand of course thought nothing of its effects;
but she saw too much of it to feel a doubt of its overcoming any
hesitations that a reasonable prudence might originally suggest;
and more than a reasonablebecoming degree of prudenceshe was very
sure did not belong to Mr. Elton.

Harriet's cheerful look and manner established hers: she came back
not to think of Mr. Martinbut to talk of Mr. Elton. Miss Nash
had been telling her somethingwhich she repeated immediately
with great delight. Mr. Perry had been to Mrs. Goddard's to attend
a sick childand Miss Nash had seen himand he had told Miss Nash
that as he was coming back yesterday from Clayton Parkhe had met
Mr. Eltonand found to his great surprizethat Mr. Elton was
actually on his road to Londonand not meaning to return till
the morrowthough it was the whist-club nightwhich he had been
never known to miss before; and Mr. Perry had remonstrated with him
about itand told him how shabby it was in himtheir best player
to absent himselfand tried very much to persuade him to put off
his journey only one day; but it would not do; Mr. Elton had been
determined to go onand had said in a very particular way indeed
that he was going on business which he would not put off for any
inducement in the world; and something about a very enviable commission
and being the bearer of something exceedingly precious. Mr. Perry
could not quite understand himbut he was very sure there must
be a lady in the caseand he told him so; and Mr. Elton only
looked very conscious and smilingand rode off in great spirits.
Miss Nash had told her all thisand had talked a great deal more
about Mr. Elton; and saidlooking so very significantly at her
that she did not pretend to understand what his business might be,
but she only knew that any woman whom Mr. Elton could prefer,
she should think the luckiest woman in the world; for, beyond a doubt,
Mr. Elton had not his equal for beauty or agreeableness.


Mr. Knightley might quarrel with herbut Emma could not quarrel
with herself. He was so much displeasedthat it was longer than
usual before he came to Hartfield again; and when they did meet
his grave looks shewed that she was not forgiven. She was sorry
but could not repent. On the contraryher plans and proceedings
were more and more justified and endeared to her by the general
appearances of the next few days.

The Pictureelegantly framedcame safely to hand soon after
Mr. Elton's returnand being hung over the mantelpiece of the common
sitting-roomhe got up to look at itand sighed out his half sentences
of admiration just as he ought; and as for Harriet's feelingsthey were
visibly forming themselves into as strong and steady an attachment
as her youth and sort of mind admitted. Emma was soon perfectly
satisfied of Mr. Martin's being no otherwise rememberedthan as
he furnished a contrast with Mr. Eltonof the utmost advantage to the latter.

Her views of improving her little friend's mindby a great deal
of useful reading and conversationhad never yet led to more than
a few first chaptersand the intention of going on to-morrow.
It was much easier to chat than to study; much pleasanter to let
her imagination range and work at Harriet's fortunethan to be
labouring to enlarge her comprehension or exercise it on sober facts;
and the only literary pursuit which engaged Harriet at present
the only mental provision she was making for the evening of life
was the collecting and transcribing all the riddles of every sort
that she could meet withinto a thin quarto of hot-pressed paper
made up by her friendand ornamented with ciphers and trophies.

In this age of literaturesuch collections on a very grand scale
are not uncommon. Miss Nashhead-teacher at Mrs. Goddard's
had written out at least three hundred; and Harrietwho had taken
the first hint of it from herhopedwith Miss Woodhouse's help
to get a great many more. Emma assisted with her invention
memory and taste; and as Harriet wrote a very pretty hand
it was likely to be an arrangement of the first orderin form
as well as quantity.

Mr. Woodhouse was almost as much interested in the business as the girls
and tried very often to recollect something worth their putting in.
So many clever riddles as there used to be when he was young-- he
wondered he could not remember them! but he hoped he should in time.
And it always ended in "Kittya fair but frozen maid."

His good friend Perrytoowhom he had spoken to on the subject
did not at present recollect any thing of the riddle kind;
but he had desired Perry to be upon the watchand as he went about
so muchsomethinghe thoughtmight come from that quarter.

It was by no means his daughter's wish that the intellects of
Highbury in general should be put under requisition. Mr. Elton
was the only one whose assistance she asked. He was invited
to contribute any really good enigmascharadesor conundrums
that he might recollect; and she had the pleasure of seeing him
most intently at work with his recollections; and at the same time
as she could perceivemost earnestly careful that nothing ungallant
nothing that did not breathe a compliment to the sex should pass
his lips. They owed to him their two or three politest puzzles;
and the joy and exultation with which at last he recalled
and rather sentimentally recitedthat well-known charade

My first doth affliction denote
Which my second is destin'd to feel
And my whole is the best antidote
That affliction to soften and heal.--

made her quite sorry to acknowledge that they had transcribed it
some pages ago already.

Why will not you write one yourself for us, Mr. Elton?said she;
that is the only security for its freshness; and nothing could be
easier to you.

Oh no! he had never written, hardly ever, any thing of the kind
in his life. The stupidest fellow! He was afraid not even Miss
Woodhouse--he stopt a moment-- "or Miss Smith could inspire him."

The very next day however produced some proof of inspiration.
He called for a few momentsjust to leave a piece of paper on the
table containingas he saida charadewhich a friend of his had

addressed to a young ladythe object of his admirationbut which
from his mannerEmma was immediately convinced must be his own.

I do not offer it for Miss Smith's collection,said he.
Being my friend's, I have no right to expose it in any degree
to the public eye, but perhaps you may not dislike looking at it.

The speech was more to Emma than to Harrietwhich Emma
could understand. There was deep consciousness about him
and he found it easier to meet her eye than her friend's.
He was gone the next moment:--after another moment's pause

Take it,said Emmasmilingand pushing the paper towards
Harriet--"it is for you. Take your own."

But Harriet was in a tremorand could not touch it; and Emma
never loth to be firstwas obliged to examine it herself.

To Miss-


My first displays the wealth and pomp of kings
Lords of the earth! their luxury and ease.
Another view of manmy second brings
Behold him therethe monarch of the seas!

But ah! unitedwhat reverse we have!
Man's boasted power and freedomall are flown;
Lord of the earth and seahe bends a slave
And womanlovely womanreigns alone.

Thy ready wit the word will soon supply
May its approval beam in that soft eye!

She cast her eye over itponderedcaught the meaningread it through
again to be quite certainand quite mistress of the linesand then
passing it to Harrietsat happily smilingand saying to herself
while Harriet was puzzling over the paper in all the confusion
of hope and dulnessVery well, Mr. Elton, very well indeed.
I have read worse charades. Courtship--a very good hint. I give
you credit for it. This is feeling your way. This is saying very
plainly-- `Pray, Miss Smith, give me leave to pay my addresses to you.
Approve my charade and my intentions in the same glance.'

May its approval beam in that soft eye!

Harriet exactly. Soft is the very word for her eye--of all epithets,
the justest that could be given.

Thy ready wit the word will soon supply.

Humph--Harriet's ready wit! All the better. A man must be very much
in love, indeed, to describe her so. Ah! Mr. Knightley, I wish
you had the benefit of this; I think this would convince you.
For once in your life you would be obliged to own yourself mistaken.
An excellent charade indeed! and very much to the purpose.
Things must come to a crisis soon now.

She was obliged to break off from these very pleasant observations
which were otherwise of a sort to run into great lengthby the
eagerness of Harriet's wondering questions.

What can it be, Miss Woodhouse?--what can it be? I have not an idea--I

cannot guess it in the least. What can it possibly be? Do try
to find it out, Miss Woodhouse. Do help me. I never saw any thing
so hard. Is it kingdom? I wonder who the friend was--and who could
be the young lady. Do you think it is a good one? Can it be woman?

And woman, lovely woman, reigns alone.

Can it be Neptune?

Behold him there, the monarch of the seas!

Or a trident? or a mermaid? or a shark? Oh, no! shark is only
one syllable. It must be very clever, or he would not have brought it.
Oh! Miss Woodhouse, do you think we shall ever find it out?

Mermaids and sharks! Nonsense! My dear Harriet, what are you
thinking of? Where would be the use of his bringing us a charade made
by a friend upon a mermaid or a shark? Give me the paper and listen.

For Miss ----------, read Miss Smith.

My first displays the wealth and pomp of kings,
Lords of the earth! their luxury and ease.

That is court.

Another view of man, my second brings;
Behold him there, the monarch of the seas!

That is ship;--plain as it can be.--Now for the cream.

But ah! united, (courtship, you know,) what reverse we have!
Man's boasted power and freedom, all are flown.
Lord of the earth and sea, he bends a slave,
And woman, lovely woman, reigns alone.

A very proper compliment!--and then follows the application,
which I think, my dear Harriet, you cannot find much difficulty
in comprehending. Read it in comfort to yourself. There can
be no doubt of its being written for you and to you.

Harriet could not long resist so delightful a persuasion.
She read the concluding linesand was all flutter and happiness.
She could not speak. But she was not wanted to speak. It was enough
for her to feel. Emma spoke for her.

There is so pointed, and so particular a meaning in this compliment,
said shethat I cannot have a doubt as to Mr. Elton's intentions.
You are his object-- and you will soon receive the completest proof
of it. I thought it must be so. I thought I could not be so deceived;
but now, it is clear; the state of his mind is as clear and decided,
as my wishes on the subject have been ever since I knew you.
Yes, Harriet, just so long have I been wanting the very circumstance
to happen what has happened. I could never tell whether an attachment
between you and Mr. Elton were most desirable or most natural.
Its probability and its eligibility have really so equalled each
other! I am very happy. I congratulate you, my dear Harriet, with all
my heart. This is an attachment which a woman may well feel pride
in creating. This is a connexion which offers nothing but good.
It will give you every thing that you want--consideration, independence,
a proper home--it will fix you in the centre of all your real friends,
close to Hartfield and to me, and confirm our intimacy for ever.
This, Harriet, is an alliance which can never raise a blush in either
of us.

Dear Miss Woodhouse!--and "Dear Miss Woodhouse was all that Harriet,
with many tender embraces could articulate at first; but when they
did arrive at something more like conversation, it was sufficiently
clear to her friend that she saw, felt, anticipated, and remembered
just as she ought. Mr. Elton's superiority had very ample acknowledgment.

Whatever you say is always right cried Harriet, and therefore
I supposeand believeand hope it must be so; but otherwise I could
not have imagined it. It is so much beyond any thing I deserve.
Mr. Eltonwho might marry any body! There cannot be two opinions
about him. He is so very superior. Only think of those sweet
verses--"To Miss --------." Dear mehow clever!--Could it really
be meant for me?"

I cannot make a question, or listen to a question about that.
It is a certainty. Receive it on my judgment. It is a sort
of prologue to the play, a motto to the chapter; and will be soon
followed by matter-of-fact prose.

It is a sort of thing which nobody could have expected. I am sure,
a month ago, I had no more idea myself!--The strangest things do
take place!

When Miss Smiths and Mr. Eltons get acquainted--they do indeed--and
really it is strange; it is out of the common course that what is
so evidently, so palpably desirable--what courts the pre-arrangement
of other people, should so immediately shape itself into the proper form.
You and Mr. Elton are by situation called together; you belong
to one another by every circumstance of your respective homes.
Your marrying will be equal to the match at Randalls. There does
seem to be a something in the air of Hartfield which gives love
exactly the right direction, and sends it into the very channel
where it ought to flow.

The course of true love never did run smooth-

A Hartfield edition of Shakespeare would have a long note on that passage.

That Mr. Elton should really be in love with me,--me, of all people,
who did not know him, to speak to him, at Michaelmas! And he,
the very handsomest man that ever was, and a man that every body
looks up to, quite like Mr. Knightley! His company so sought after,
that every body says he need not eat a single meal by himself if he
does not chuse it; that he has more invitations than there are days
in the week. And so excellent in the Church! Miss Nash has put down
all the texts he has ever preached from since he came to Highbury.
Dear me! When I look back to the first time I saw him! How little
did I think!-- The two Abbots and I ran into the front room and
peeped through the blind when we heard he was going by, and Miss
Nash came and scolded us away, and staid to look through herself;
however, she called me back presently, and let me look too,
which was very good-natured. And how beautiful we thought he looked!
He was arm-in-arm with Mr. Cole.

This is an alliance which, whoever--whatever your friends may be,
must be agreeable to them, provided at least they have common sense;
and we are not to be addressing our conduct to fools. If they
are anxious to see you happily married, here is a man whose amiable
character gives every assurance of it;--if they wish to have you
settled in the same country and circle which they have chosen
to place you in, here it will be accomplished; and if their only
object is that you should, in the common phrase, be well married,
here is the comfortable fortune, the respectable establishment,

the rise in the world which must satisfy them.

Yes, very true. How nicely you talk; I love to hear you.
You understand every thing. You and Mr. Elton are one as clever
as the other. This charade!--If I had studied a twelvemonth,
I could never have made any thing like it.

I thought he meant to try his skill, by his manner of declining
it yesterday.

I do think it is, without exception, the best charade I ever read.

I never read one more to the purpose, certainly.

It is as long again as almost all we have had before.

I do not consider its length as particularly in its favour.
Such things in general cannot be too short.

Harriet was too intent on the lines to hear. The most satisfactory
comparisons were rising in her mind.

It is one thing,said shepresently--her cheeks in a glow--"to
have very good sense in a common waylike every body else
and if there is any thing to sayto sit down and write a letter
and say just what you mustin a short way; and anotherto write
verses and charades like this."

Emma could not have desired a more spirited rejection of Mr. Martin's prose.

Such sweet lines!continued Harriet--"these two last!--But
how shall I ever be able to return the paperor say I have found
it out?--Oh! Miss Woodhousewhat can we do about that?"

Leave it to me. You do nothing. He will be here this evening,
I dare say, and then I will give it him back, and some nonsense
or other will pass between us, and you shall not be committed.--Your
soft eyes shall chuse their own time for beaming. Trust to me.

Oh! Miss Woodhouse, what a pity that I must not write this beautiful
charade into my book! I am sure I have not got one half so good.

Leave out the two last lines, and there is no reason why you
should not write it into your book.

Oh! but those two lines are--

--"The best of all. Granted;--for private enjoyment; and for private
enjoyment keep them. They are not at all the less written you know
because you divide them. The couplet does not cease to benor does
its meaning change. But take it awayand all appropriation ceases
and a very pretty gallant charade remainsfit for any collection.
Depend upon ithe would not like to have his charade slighted
much better than his passion. A poet in love must be encouraged in
both capacitiesor neither. Give me the bookI will write it down
and then there can be no possible reflection on you."

Harriet submittedthough her mind could hardly separate the parts
so as to feel quite sure that her friend were not writing down
a declaration of love. It seemed too precious an offering for any
degree of publicity.

I shall never let that book go out of my own hands,said she.

Very well,replied Emma; "a most natural feeling; and the longer
it laststhe better I shall be pleased. But here is my father
coming: you will not object to my reading the charade to him.
It will be giving him so much pleasure! He loves any thing of
the sortand especially any thing that pays woman a compliment.
He has the tenderest spirit of gallantry towards us all!-- You must
let me read it to him."

Harriet looked grave.

My dear Harriet, you must not refine too much upon this
charade.--You will betray your feelings improperly, if you are
too conscious and too quick, and appear to affix more meaning,
or even quite all the meaning which may be affixed to it.
Do not be overpowered by such a little tribute of admiration.
If he had been anxious for secrecy, he would not have left the paper
while I was by; but he rather pushed it towards me than towards you.
Do not let us be too solemn on the business. He has encouragement
enough to proceed, without our sighing out our souls over this charade.

Oh! no--I hope I shall not be ridiculous about it. Do as you please.

Mr. Woodhouse came inand very soon led to the subject again
by the recurrence of his very frequent inquiry of "Wellmy dears
how does your book go on?--Have you got any thing fresh?"

Yes, papa; we have something to read you, something quite fresh.
A piece of paper was found on the table this morning--(dropt,
we suppose, by a fairy)-- containing a very pretty charade, and we
have just copied it in.

She read it to himjust as he liked to have any thing read
slowly and distinctlyand two or three times overwith explanations
of every part as she proceeded-- and he was very much pleasedand
as she had foreseenespecially struck with the complimentary conclusion.

Aye, that's very just, indeed, that's very properly said.
Very true. `Woman, lovely woman.' It is such a pretty charade,
my dear, that I can easily guess what fairy brought it.-- Nobody
could have written so prettily, but you, Emma.

Emma only noddedand smiled.--After a little thinking
and a very tender sighhe added

Ah! it is no difficulty to see who you take after! Your dear mother
was so clever at all those things! If I had but her memory! But I
can remember nothing;--not even that particular riddle which you
have heard me mention; I can only recollect the first stanza;
and there are several.

Kitty, a fair but frozen maid,

Kindled a flame I yet deplore,
The hood-wink'd boy I called to aid,
Though of his near approach afraid,

So fatal to my suit before.

And that is all that I can recollect of it--but it is very clever
all the way through. But I think, my dear, you said you had got it.

Yes, papa, it is written out in our second page. We copied it
from the Elegant Extracts. It was Garrick's, you know.

Aye, very true.--I wish I could recollect more of it.

Kitty, a fair but frozen maid.

The name makes me think of poor Isabella; for she was very near
being christened Catherine after her grandmama. I hope we shall
have her here next week. Have you thought, my dear, where you
shall put her--and what room there will be for the children?

Oh! yes--she will have her own room, of course; the room she always
has;--and there is the nursery for the children,--just as usual,
you know. Why should there be any change?

I do not know, my dear--but it is so long since she was here!--not
since last Easter, and then only for a few days.--Mr. John Knightley's
being a lawyer is very inconvenient.--Poor Isabella!--she is sadly
taken away from us all!--and how sorry she will be when she comes,
not to see Miss Taylor here!

She will not be surprized, papa, at least.

I do not know, my dear. I am sure I was very much surprized
when I first heard she was going to be married.

We must ask Mr. and Mrs. Weston to dine with us, while Isabella
is here.

Yes, my dear, if there is time.--But--(in a very depressed tone)--she
is coming for only one week. There will not be time for any thing.

It is unfortunate that they cannot stay longer--but it seems a case
of necessity. Mr. John Knightley must be in town again on the 28th,
and we ought to be thankful, papa, that we are to have the whole
of the time they can give to the country, that two or three days
are not to be taken out for the Abbey. Mr. Knightley promises
to give up his claim this Christmas-- though you know it is longer
since they were with him, than with us.

It would be very hard, indeed, my dear, if poor Isabella were
to be anywhere but at Hartfield.

Mr. Woodhouse could never allow for Mr. Knightley's claims on
his brotheror any body's claims on Isabellaexcept his own.
He sat musing a little whileand then said

But I do not see why poor Isabella should be obliged to go back
so soon, though he does. I think, Emma, I shall try and persuade
her to stay longer with us. She and the children might stay very well.

Ah! papa--that is what you never have been able to accomplish,
and I do not think you ever will. Isabella cannot bear to stay
behind her husband.

This was too true for contradiction. Unwelcome as it wasMr. Woodhouse
could only give a submissive sigh; and as Emma saw his spirits
affected by the idea of his daughter's attachment to her husband
she immediately led to such a branch of the subject as must raise them.

Harriet must give us as much of her company as she can while
my brother and sister are here. I am sure she will be pleased
with the children. We are very proud of the children, are not we,
papa? I wonder which she will think the handsomest, Henry or John?

Aye, I wonder which she will. Poor little dears, how glad they
will be to come. They are very fond of being at Hartfield, Harriet.

I dare say they are, sir. I am sure I do not know who is not.

Henry is a fine boy, but John is very like his mama. Henry is the eldest,
he was named after me, not after his father. John, the second,
is named after his father. Some people are surprized, I believe,
that the eldest was not, but Isabella would have him called Henry,
which I thought very pretty of her. And he is a very clever boy,
indeed. They are all remarkably clever; and they have so many
pretty ways. They will come and stand by my chair, and say,
`Grandpapa, can you give me a bit of string?' and once Henry asked me
for a knife, but I told him knives were only made for grandpapas.
I think their father is too rough with them very often.

He appears rough to you,said Emmabecause you are so very
gentle yourself; but if you could compare him with other papas,
you would not think him rough. He wishes his boys to be active and hardy;
and if they misbehave, can give them a sharp word now and then;
but he is an affectionate father--certainly Mr. John Knightley
is an affectionate father. The children are all fond of him.

And then their uncle comes in, and tosses them up to the ceiling
in a very frightful way!

But they like it, papa; there is nothing they like so much.
It is such enjoyment to them, that if their uncle did not lay down
the rule of their taking turns, whichever began would never give way
to the other.

Well, I cannot understand it.

That is the case with us all, papa. One half of the world cannot
understand the pleasures of the other.

Later in the morningand just as the girls were going to separate
in preparation for the regular four o'clock dinnerthe hero
of this inimitable charade walked in again. Harriet turned away;
but Emma could receive him with the usual smileand her quick eye
soon discerned in his the consciousness of having made a push--of
having thrown a die; and she imagined he was come to see how it
might turn up. His ostensible reasonhoweverwas to ask whether
Mr. Woodhouse's party could be made up in the evening without him
or whether he should be in the smallest degree necessary at Hartfield.
If he wereevery thing else must give way; but otherwise his friend
Cole had been saying so much about his dining with him--had made
such a point of itthat he had promised him conditionally to come.

Emma thanked himbut could not allow of his disappointing his
friend on their account; her father was sure of his rubber.
He re-urged --she re-declined; and he seemed then about to make
his bowwhen taking the paper from the tableshe returned it--

Oh! here is the charade you were so obliging as to leave with us;
thank you for the sight of it. We admired it so much, that I have
ventured to write it into Miss Smith's collection. Your friend
will not take it amiss I hope. Of course I have not transcribed
beyond the first eight lines.

Mr. Elton certainly did not very well know what to say.
He looked rather doubtingly--rather confused; said something about
honour,--glanced at Emma and at Harrietand then seeing the book
open on the tabletook it upand examined it very attentively.
With the view of passing off an awkward momentEmma smilingly said

You must make my apologies to your friend; but so good a charade

must not be confined to one or two. He may be sure of every woman's
approbation while he writes with such gallantry.

I have no hesitation in saying,replied Mr. Eltonthough hesitating
a good deal while he spoke; "I have no hesitation in saying--at
least if my friend feels at all as I do--I have not the smallest
doubt thatcould he see his little effusion honoured as I see it
(looking at the book againand replacing it on the table)he
would consider it as the proudest moment of his life."

After this speech he was gone as soon as possible. Emma could not
think it too soon; for with all his good and agreeable qualities
there was a sort of parade in his speeches which was very apt
to incline her to laugh. She ran away to indulge the inclination
leaving the tender and the sublime of pleasure to Harriet's share.


Though now the middle of Decemberthere had yet been no weather
to prevent the young ladies from tolerably regular exercise;
and on the morrowEmma had a charitable visit to pay to a poor
sick familywho lived a little way out of Highbury.

Their road to this detached cottage was down Vicarage Lanea lane
leading at right angles from the broadthough irregularmain street
of the place; andas may be inferredcontaining the blessed abode
of Mr. Elton. A few inferior dwellings were first to be passed
and thenabout a quarter of a mile down the lane rose the Vicarage
an old and not very good housealmost as close to the road as it
could be. It had no advantage of situation; but had been very much
smartened up by the present proprietor; andsuch as it was
there could be no possibility of the two friends passing it without
a slackened pace and observing eyes.--Emma's remark was-

There it is. There go you and your riddle-book one of these days.--
Harriet's was-

Oh, what a sweet house!--How very beautiful!--There are the yellow
curtains that Miss Nash admires so much.

I do not often walk this way now,said Emmaas they proceeded
but then there will be an inducement, and I shall gradually get
intimately acquainted with all the hedges, gates, pools and pollards
of this part of Highbury.

Harrietshe foundhad never in her life been within side the Vicarage
and her curiosity to see it was so extremethatconsidering exteriors
and probabilitiesEmma could only class itas a proof of love
with Mr. Elton's seeing ready wit in her.

I wish we could contrive it,said she; "but I cannot think
of any tolerable pretence for going in;--no servant that I want
to inquire about of his housekeeper--no message from my father."

She ponderedbut could think of nothing. After a mutual silence
of some minutesHarriet thus began again-

I do so wonder, Miss Woodhouse, that you should not be married,
or going to be married! so charming as you are!-

Emma laughedand replied

My being charming, Harriet, is not quite enough to induce me to marry;
I must find other people charming--one other person at least.
And I am not only, not going to be married, at present, but have
very little intention of ever marrying at all.

Ah!--so you say; but I cannot believe it.

I must see somebody very superior to any one I have seen yet,
to be tempted; Mr. Elton, you know, (recollecting herself,)
is out of the question: and I do not wish to see any such person.
I would rather not be tempted. I cannot really change for the better.
If I were to marry, I must expect to repent it.

Dear me!--it is so odd to hear a woman talk so!--

I have none of the usual inducements of women to marry.
Were I to fall in love, indeed, it would be a different thing!
but I never have been in love; it is not my way, or my nature;
and I do not think I ever shall. And, without love, I am sure I
should be a fool to change such a situation as mine. Fortune I
do not want; employment I do not want; consequence I do not want:
I believe few married women are half as much mistress of their
husband's house as I am of Hartfield; and never, never could I expect
to be so truly beloved and important; so always first and always
right in any man's eyes as I am in my father's.

But then, to be an old maid at last, like Miss Bates!

That is as formidable an image as you could present, Harriet; and if I
thought I should ever be like Miss Bates! so silly--so satisfied--
so smiling--so prosing--so undistinguishing and unfastidious--
and so apt to tell every thing relative to every body about me,
I would marry to-morrow. But between us, I am convinced there never
can be any likeness, except in being unmarried.

But still, you will be an old maid! and that's so dreadful!

Never mind, Harriet, I shall not be a poor old maid; and it is
poverty only which makes celibacy contemptible to a generous public!
A single woman, with a very narrow income, must be a ridiculous,
disagreeable old maid! the proper sport of boys and girls,
but a single woman, of good fortune, is always respectable,
and may be as sensible and pleasant as any body else. And the
distinction is not quite so much against the candour and common
sense of the world as appears at first; for a very narrow income
has a tendency to contract the mind, and sour the temper.
Those who can barely live, and who live perforce in a very small,
and generally very inferior, society, may well be illiberal and cross.
This does not apply, however, to Miss Bates; she is only too good
natured and too silly to suit me; but, in general, she is very
much to the taste of every body, though single and though poor.
Poverty certainly has not contracted her mind: I really believe,
if she had only a shilling in the world, she would be very likely
to give away sixpence of it; and nobody is afraid of her: that is a
great charm.

Dear me! but what shall you do? how shall you employ yourself
when you grow old?

If I know myself, Harriet, mine is an active, busy mind, with a great
many independent resources; and I do not perceive why I should be
more in want of employment at forty or fifty than one-and-twenty.
Woman's usual occupations of hand and mind will be as open to me then

as they are now; or with no important variation. If I draw less,
I shall read more; if I give up music, I shall take to carpet-work.
And as for objects of interest, objects for the affections,
which is in truth the great point of inferiority, the want of which
is really the great evil to be avoided in not marrying, I shall
be very well off, with all the children of a sister I love so much,
to care about. There will be enough of them, in all probability,
to supply every sort of sensation that declining life can need.
There will be enough for every hope and every fear; and though my
attachment to none can equal that of a parent, it suits my ideas
of comfort better than what is warmer and blinder. My nephews
and nieces!--I shall often have a niece with me.

Do you know Miss Bates's niece? That is, I know you must have
seen her a hundred times--but are you acquainted?

Oh! yes; we are always forced to be acquainted whenever she comes
to Highbury. By the bye, that is almost enough to put one out
of conceit with a niece. Heaven forbid! at least, that I should
ever bore people half so much about all the Knightleys together,
as she does about Jane Fairfax. One is sick of the very name
of Jane Fairfax. Every letter from her is read forty times over;
her compliments to all friends go round and round again; and if she
does but send her aunt the pattern of a stomacher, or knit a pair
of garters for her grandmother, one hears of nothing else for a month.
I wish Jane Fairfax very well; but she tires me to death.

They were now approaching the cottageand all idle topics
were superseded. Emma was very compassionate; and the distresses
of the poor were as sure of relief from her personal attention
and kindnessher counsel and her patienceas from her purse.
She understood their wayscould allow for their ignorance and
their temptationshad no romantic expectations of extraordinary
virtue from those for whom education had done so little; entered into
their troubles with ready sympathyand always gave her assistance
with as much intelligence as good-will. In the present instance
it was sickness and poverty together which she came to visit;
and after remaining there as long as she could give comfort or advice
she quitted the cottage with such an impression of the scene
as made her say to Harrietas they walked away

These are the sights, Harriet, to do one good. How trifling they
make every thing else appear!--I feel now as if I could think of
nothing but these poor creatures all the rest of the day; and yet,
who can say how soon it may all vanish from my mind?

Very true,said Harriet. "Poor creatures! one can think
of nothing else."

And really, I do not think the impression will soon be over,
said Emmaas she crossed the low hedgeand tottering footstep
which ended the narrowslippery path through the cottage garden
and brought them into the lane again. "I do not think it will
stopping to look once more at all the outward wretchedness of the place,
and recall the still greater within.

Oh! dearno said her companion.

They walked on. The lane made a slight bend; and when that bend
was passed, Mr. Elton was immediately in sight; and so near
as to give Emma time only to say farther,

Ah! Harriethere comes a very sudden trial of our stability
in good thoughts. Well(smiling) I hope it may be allowed that

if compassion has produced exertion and relief to the sufferers
it has done all that is truly important. If we feel for the wretched
enough to do all we can for themthe rest is empty sympathy
only distressing to ourselves."

Harriet could just answerOh! dear, yes,before the gentleman
joined them. The wants and sufferings of the poor familyhowever
were the first subject on meeting. He had been going to call
on them. His visit he would now defer; but they had a very
interesting parley about what could be done and should be done.
Mr. Elton then turned back to accompany them.

To fall in with each other on such an errand as this,thought Emma;
to meet in a charitable scheme; this will bring a great increase
of love on each side. I should not wonder if it were to bring
on the declaration. It must, if I were not here. I wish I were
anywhere else.

Anxious to separate herself from them as far as she couldshe soon
afterwards took possession of a narrow footpatha little raised
on one side of the laneleaving them together in the main road.
But she had not been there two minutes when she found that Harriet's
habits of dependence and imitation were bringing her up tooand that
in shortthey would both be soon after her. This would not do;
she immediately stoppedunder pretence of having some alteration
to make in the lacing of her half-bootand stooping down in complete
occupation of the footpathbegged them to have the goodness to walk on
and she would follow in half a minute. They did as they were desired;
and by the time she judged it reasonable to have done with her boot
she had the comfort of farther delay in her powerbeing overtaken
by a child from the cottagesetting outaccording to orders
with her pitcherto fetch broth from Hartfield. To walk by the side
of this childand talk to and question herwas the most natural
thing in the worldor would have been the most naturalhad she been
acting just then without design; and by this means the others were
still able to keep aheadwithout any obligation of waiting for her.
She gained on themhoweverinvoluntarily: the child's pace was quick
and theirs rather slow; and she was the more concerned at it
from their being evidently in a conversation which interested them.
Mr. Elton was speaking with animationHarriet listening with a very
pleased attention; and Emmahaving sent the child onwas beginning
to think how she might draw back a little morewhen they both
looked aroundand she was obliged to join them.

Mr. Elton was still talkingstill engaged in some interesting detail;
and Emma experienced some disappointment when she found that he
was only giving his fair companion an account of the yesterday's
party at his friend Cole'sand that she was come in herself for
the Stilton cheesethe north Wiltshirethe butterthe cellery
the beet-rootand all the dessert.

This would soon have led to something better, of course,was her
consoling reflection; "any thing interests between those who love;
and any thing will serve as introduction to what is near the heart.
If I could but have kept longer away!"

They now walked on together quietlytill within view of the vicarage
paleswhen a sudden resolutionof at least getting Harriet into
the housemade her again find something very much amiss about her boot
and fall behind to arrange it once more. She then broke the lace
off shortand dexterously throwing it into a ditchwas presently
obliged to entreat them to stopand acknowledged her inability to
put herself to rights so as to be able to walk home in tolerable comfort.

Part of my lace is gone,said sheand I do not know how I am
to contrive. I really am a most troublesome companion to you both,
but I hope I am not often so ill-equipped. Mr. Elton, I must beg
leave to stop at your house, and ask your housekeeper for a bit
of ribband or string, or any thing just to keep my boot on.

Mr. Elton looked all happiness at this proposition; and nothing
could exceed his alertness and attention in conducting them into
his house and endeavouring to make every thing appear to advantage.
The room they were taken into was the one he chiefly occupied
and looking forwards; behind it was another with which it immediately
communicated; the door between them was openand Emma passed
into it with the housekeeper to receive her assistance in the most
comfortable manner. She was obliged to leave the door ajar as she
found it; but she fully intended that Mr. Elton should close it.
It was not closedhoweverit still remained ajar; but by engaging
the housekeeper in incessant conversationshe hoped to make it
practicable for him to chuse his own subject in the adjoining room.
For ten minutes she could hear nothing but herself. It could
be protracted no longer. She was then obliged to be finished
and make her appearance.

The lovers were standing together at one of the windows. It had a
most favourable aspect; andfor half a minuteEmma felt the glory
of having schemed successfully. But it would not do; he had not
come to the point. He had been most agreeablemost delightful;
he had told Harriet that he had seen them go byand had purposely
followed them; other little gallantries and allusions had been dropt
but nothing serious.

Cautious, very cautious,thought Emma; "he advances inch by inch
and will hazard nothing till he believes himself secure."

Stillhoweverthough every thing had not been accomplished
by her ingenious deviceshe could not but flatter herself
that it had been the occasion of much present enjoyment to both
and must be leading them forward to the great event.


Mr. Elton must now be left to himself. It was no longer in Emma's
power to superintend his happiness or quicken his measures.
The coming of her sister's family was so very near at hand
that first in anticipationand then in realityit became henceforth
her prime object of interest; and during the ten days of their stay
at Hartfield it was not to be expected--she did not herself expect-that
any thing beyond occasionalfortuitous assistance could
be afforded by her to the lovers. They might advance rapidly
if they wouldhowever; they must advance somehow or other whether
they would or no. She hardly wished to have more leisure for them.
There are peoplewho the more you do for themthe less they will
do for themselves.

Mr. and Mrs. John Knightleyfrom having been longer than usual
absent from Surrywere exciting of course rather more than the
usual interest. Till this yearevery long vacation since their
marriage had been divided between Hartfield and Donwell Abbey;
but all the holidays of this autumn had been given to sea-bathing
for the childrenand it was therefore many months since they had
been seen in a regular way by their Surry connexionsor seen at all
by Mr. Woodhousewho could not be induced to get so far as London

even for poor Isabella's sake; and who consequently was now most
nervously and apprehensively happy in forestalling this too short visit.

He thought much of the evils of the journey for herand not a
little of the fatigues of his own horses and coachman who were to
bring some of the party the last half of the way; but his alarms
were needless; the sixteen miles being happily accomplished
and Mr. and Mrs. John Knightleytheir five childrenand a competent
number of nursery-maidsall reaching Hartfield in safety.
The bustle and joy of such an arrivalthe many to be talked to
welcomedencouragedand variously dispersed and disposed of
produced a noise and confusion which his nerves could not have borne
under any other causenor have endured much longer even for this;
but the ways of Hartfield and the feelings of her father were
so respected by Mrs. John Knightleythat in spite of maternal
solicitude for the immediate enjoyment of her little ones
and for their having instantly all the liberty and attendance
all the eating and drinkingand sleeping and playing
which they could possibly wish forwithout the smallest delay
the children were never allowed to be long a disturbance to him
either in themselves or in any restless attendance on them.

Mrs. John Knightley was a prettyelegant little womanof gentle
quiet mannersand a disposition remarkably amiable and affectionate;
wrapt up in her family; a devoted wifea doating mother
and so tenderly attached to her father and sister thatbut for
these higher tiesa warmer love might have seemed impossible.
She could never see a fault in any of them. She was not a woman
of strong understanding or any quickness; and with this resemblance
of her fathershe inherited also much of his constitution;
was delicate in her own healthover-careful of that of her children
had many fears and many nervesand was as fond of her own Mr. Wingfield
in town as her father could be of Mr. Perry. They were alike too
in a general benevolence of temperand a strong habit of regard
for every old acquaintance.

Mr. John Knightley was a tallgentleman-likeand very clever man;
rising in his professiondomesticand respectable in his
private character; but with reserved manners which prevented his being
generally pleasing; and capable of being sometimes out of humour.
He was not an ill-tempered mannot so often unreasonably cross
as to deserve such a reproach; but his temper was not his
great perfection; andindeedwith such a worshipping wife
it was hardly possible that any natural defects in it should not
be increased. The extreme sweetness of her temper must hurt his.
He had all the clearness and quickness of mind which she wanted
and he could sometimes act an ungraciousor say a severe thing.

He was not a great favourite with his fair sister-in-law. Nothing
wrong in him escaped her. She was quick in feeling the little
injuries to Isabellawhich Isabella never felt herself.
Perhaps she might have passed over more had his manners been
flattering to Isabella's sisterbut they were only those of a calmly
kind brother and friendwithout praise and without blindness;
but hardly any degree of personal compliment could have made her
regardless of that greatest fault of all in her eyes which he sometimes
fell intothe want of respectful forbearance towards her father.
There he had not always the patience that could have been wished.
Mr. Woodhouse's peculiarities and fidgetiness were sometimes provoking
him to a rational remonstrance or sharp retort equally ill-bestowed.
It did not often happen; for Mr. John Knightley had really a great
regard for his father-in-lawand generally a strong sense of what was
due to him; but it was too often for Emma's charityespecially as
there was all the pain of apprehension frequently to be endured

though the offence came not. The beginninghoweverof every visit
displayed none but the properest feelingsand this being of necessity
so short might be hoped to pass away in unsullied cordiality.
They had not been long seated and composed when Mr. Woodhouse
with a melancholy shake of the head and a sighcalled his daughter's
attention to the sad change at Hartfield since she had been there last.

Ah, my dear,said hepoor Miss Taylor--It is a grievous business.

Oh yes, sir,cried she with ready sympathyhow you must
miss her! And dear Emma, too!--What a dreadful loss to you both!--
I have been so grieved for you.--I could not imagine how you could
possibly do without her.--It is a sad change indeed.--But I hope
she is pretty well, sir.

Pretty well, my dear--I hope--pretty well.--I do not know
but that the place agrees with her tolerably.

Mr. John Knightley here asked Emma quietly whether there were any
doubts of the air of Randalls.

Oh! no--none in the least. I never saw Mrs. Weston better in my life--
never looking so well. Papa is only speaking his own regret.

Very much to the honour of both,was the handsome reply.

And do you see her, sir, tolerably often?asked Isabella
in the plaintive tone which just suited her father.

Mr. Woodhouse hesitated.--"Not near so oftenmy dearas I could wish."

Oh! papa, we have missed seeing them but one entire day since
they married. Either in the morning or evening of every day,
excepting one, have we seen either Mr. Weston or Mrs. Weston,
and generally both, either at Randalls or here--and as you
may suppose, Isabella, most frequently here. They are very,
very kind in their visits. Mr. Weston is really as kind as herself.
Papa, if you speak in that melancholy way, you will be giving
Isabella a false idea of us all. Every body must be aware that Miss
Taylor must be missed, but every body ought also to be assured
that Mr. and Mrs. Weston do really prevent our missing her by any
means to the extent we ourselves anticipated--which is the exact truth.

Just as it should be,said Mr. John Knightleyand just as I hoped
it was from your letters. Her wish of shewing you attention could
not be doubted, and his being a disengaged and social man makes it
all easy. I have been always telling you, my love, that I had no idea
of the change being so very material to Hartfield as you apprehended;
and now you have Emma's account, I hope you will be satisfied.

Why, to be sure,said Mr. Woodhouse--"yescertainly--I cannot deny
that Mrs. Westonpoor Mrs. Westondoes come and see us pretty often--
but then--she is always obliged to go away again."

It would be very hard upon Mr. Weston if she did not, papa.--
You quite forget poor Mr. Weston.

I think, indeed,said John Knightley pleasantlythat Mr. Weston
has some little claim. You and I, Emma, will venture to take the part
of the poor husband. I, being a husband, and you not being a wife,
the claims of the man may very likely strike us with equal force.
As for Isabella, she has been married long enough to see the convenience
of putting all the Mr. Westons aside as much as she can.

Me, my love,cried his wifehearing and understanding only in part.--
Are you talking about me?--I am sure nobody ought to be, or can be,
a greater advocate for matrimony than I am; and if it had not been
for the misery of her leaving Hartfield, I should never have thought
of Miss Taylor but as the most fortunate woman in the world;
and as to slighting Mr. Weston, that excellent Mr. Weston, I think
there is nothing he does not deserve. I believe he is one of the
very best-tempered men that ever existed. Excepting yourself
and your brother, I do not know his equal for temper. I shall
never forget his flying Henry's kite for him that very windy day
last Easter--and ever since his particular kindness last September
twelvemonth in writing that note, at twelve o'clock at night,
on purpose to assure me that there was no scarlet fever at Cobham,
I have been convinced there could not be a more feeling heart nor
a better man in existence.--If any body can deserve him, it must be
Miss Taylor.

Where is the young man?said John Knightley. "Has he been here
on this occasion--or has he not?"

He has not been here yet,replied Emma. "There was a strong
expectation of his coming soon after the marriagebut it ended
in nothing; and I have not heard him mentioned lately."

But you should tell them of the letter, my dear,said her father.
He wrote a letter to poor Mrs. Weston, to congratulate her,
and a very proper, handsome letter it was. She shewed it to me.
I thought it very well done of him indeed. Whether it was his own idea
you know, one cannot tell. He is but young, and his uncle, perhaps--

My dear papa, he is three-and-twenty. You forget how time passes.

Three-and-twenty!--is he indeed?--Well, I could not have thought it--
and he was but two years old when he lost his poor mother! Well,
time does fly indeed!--and my memory is very bad. However, it was
an exceeding good, pretty letter, and gave Mr. and Mrs. Weston
a great deal of pleasure. I remember it was written from Weymouth,
and dated Sept. 28th--and began, `My dear Madam,' but I forget
how it went on; and it was signed `F. C. Weston Churchill.'--
I remember that perfectly.

How very pleasing and proper of him!cried the good-hearted Mrs. John
Knightley. "I have no doubt of his being a most amiable young man.
But how sad it is that he should not live at home with his father!
There is something so shocking in a child's being taken away from his
parents and natural home! I never could comprehend how Mr. Weston
could part with him. To give up one's child! I really never
could think well of any body who proposed such a thing to any body else."

Nobody ever did think well of the Churchills, I fancy,
observed Mr. John Knightley coolly. "But you need not imagine
Mr. Weston to have felt what you would feel in giving up Henry
or John. Mr. Weston is rather an easycheerful-tempered man
than a man of strong feelings; he takes things as he finds them
and makes enjoyment of them somehow or otherdependingI suspect
much more upon what is called society for his comfortsthat is
upon the power of eating and drinkingand playing whist with his
neighbours five times a weekthan upon family affectionor any
thing that home affords."

Emma could not like what bordered on a reflection on Mr. Weston
and had half a mind to take it up; but she struggledand let
it pass. She would keep the peace if possible; and there was
something honourable and valuable in the strong domestic habits

the all-sufficiency of home to himselfwhence resulted her brother's
disposition to look down on the common rate of social intercourse
and those to whom it was important.--It had a high claim to forbearance.


Mr. Knightley was to dine with them--rather against the inclination
of Mr. Woodhousewho did not like that any one should share with him
in Isabella's first day. Emma's sense of right however had decided it;
and besides the consideration of what was due to each brother
she had particular pleasurefrom the circumstance of the late
disagreement between Mr. Knightley and herselfin procuring him
the proper invitation.

She hoped they might now become friends again. She thought it
was time to make up. Making-up indeed would not do. She certainly
had not been in the wrongand he would never own that he had.
Concession must be out of the question; but it was time to appear
to forget that they had ever quarrelled; and she hoped it might rather
assist the restoration of friendshipthat when he came into the room
she had one of the children with her--the youngesta nice little girl
about eight months oldwho was now making her first visit to Hartfield
and very happy to be danced about in her aunt's arms. It did assist;
for though he began with grave looks and short questionshe was soon
led on to talk of them all in the usual wayand to take the child
out of her arms with all the unceremoniousness of perfect amity.
Emma felt they were friends again; and the conviction giving
her at first great satisfactionand then a little sauciness
she could not help sayingas he was admiring the baby

What a comfort it is, that we think alike about our nephews and nieces.
As to men and women, our opinions are sometimes very different;
but with regard to these children, I observe we never disagree.

If you were as much guided by nature in your estimate of men
and women, and as little under the power of fancy and whim in your
dealings with them, as you are where these children are concerned,
we might always think alike.

To be sure--our discordancies must always arise from my being
in the wrong.

Yes,said hesmiling--"and reason good. I was sixteen years
old when you were born."

A material difference then,she replied--"and no doubt you were
much my superior in judgment at that period of our lives; but does
not the lapse of one-and-twenty years bring our understandings
a good deal nearer?"

Yes--a good deal nearer.

But still, not near enough to give me a chance of being right,
if we think differently.

I have still the advantage of you by sixteen years' experience, and by
not being a pretty young woman and a spoiled child. Come, my dear Emma,
let us be friends, and say no more about it. Tell your aunt, little Emma,
that she ought to set you a better example than to be renewing
old grievances, and that if she were not wrong before, she is now.

That's true,she cried--"very true. Little Emmagrow up
a better woman than your aunt. Be infinitely cleverer and not
half so conceited. NowMr. Knightleya word or two moreand I
have done. As far as good intentions wentwe were both right
and I must say that no effects on my side of the argument have yet
proved wrong. I only want to know that Mr. Martin is not very
very bitterly disappointed."

A man cannot be more so,was his shortfull answer.

Ah!--Indeed I am very sorry.--Come, shake hands with me.

This had just taken place and with great cordialitywhen John
Knightley made his appearanceand "How d'ye doGeorge?" and "John
how are you?" succeeded in the true English styleburying under
a calmness that seemed all but indifferencethe real attachment
which would have led either of themif requisiteto do every thing
for the good of the other.

The evening was quiet and conversableas Mr. Woodhouse declined
cards entirely for the sake of comfortable talk with his
dear Isabellaand the little party made two natural divisions;
on one side he and his daughter; on the other the two Mr. Knightleys;
their subjects totally distinctor very rarely mixing--and Emma
only occasionally joining in one or the other.

The brothers talked of their own concerns and pursuitsbut principally
of those of the elderwhose temper was by much the most communicative
and who was always the greater talker. As a magistratehe had
generally some point of law to consult John aboutorat least
some curious anecdote to give; and as a farmeras keeping in hand
the home-farm at Donwellhe had to tell what every field was to bear
next yearand to give all such local information as could not fail
of being interesting to a brother whose home it had equally been
the longest part of his lifeand whose attachments were strong.
The plan of a drainthe change of a fencethe felling of a tree
and the destination of every acre for wheatturnipsor spring corn
was entered into with as much equality of interest by Johnas his
cooler manners rendered possible; and if his willing brother ever
left him any thing to inquire abouthis inquiries even approached
a tone of eagerness.

While they were thus comfortably occupiedMr. Woodhouse was enjoying
a full flow of happy regrets and fearful affection with his daughter.

My poor dear Isabella,said hefondly taking her hand
and interruptingfor a few momentsher busy labours for some one
of her five children--"How long it ishow terribly long since you
were here! And how tired you must be after your journey! You must
go to bed earlymy dear--and I recommend a little gruel to you
before you go.--You and I will have a nice basin of gruel together.
My dear Emmasuppose we all have a little gruel."

Emma could not suppose any such thingknowing as she did
that both the Mr. Knightleys were as unpersuadable on that article
as herself;--and two basins only were ordered. After a little
more discourse in praise of gruelwith some wondering at its
not being taken every evening by every bodyhe proceeded to say
with an air of grave reflection

It was an awkward business, my dear, your spending the autumn
at South End instead of coming here. I never had much opinion
of the sea air.

Mr. Wingfield most strenuously recommended it, sir--or we
should not have gone. He recommended it for all the children,
but particularly for the weakness in little Bella's throat,-both
sea air and bathing.

Ah! my dear, but Perry had many doubts about the sea doing her
any good; and as to myself, I have been long perfectly convinced,
though perhaps I never told you so before, that the sea is very
rarely of use to any body. I am sure it almost killed me once.

Come, come,cried Emmafeeling this to be an unsafe subjectI must
beg you not to talk of the sea. It makes me envious and miserable;-I
who have never seen it! South End is prohibited, if you please.
My dear Isabella, I have not heard you make one inquiry about
Mr. Perry yet; and he never forgets you.

Oh! good Mr. Perry--how is he, sir?

Why, pretty well; but not quite well. Poor Perry is bilious,
and he has not time to take care of himself--he tells me he has
not time to take care of himself--which is very sad--but he is
always wanted all round the country. I suppose there is not a man
in such practice anywhere. But then there is not so clever a man
any where.

And Mrs. Perry and the children, how are they? do the children grow?
I have a great regard for Mr. Perry. I hope he will be calling soon.
He will be so pleased to see my little ones.

I hope he will be here to-morrow, for I have a question or two to ask
him about myself of some consequence. And, my dear, whenever he comes,
you had better let him look at little Bella's throat.

Oh! my dear sir, her throat is so much better that I have hardly
any uneasiness about it. Either bathing has been of the greatest
service to her, or else it is to be attributed to an excellent
embrocation of Mr. Wingfield's, which we have been applying
at times ever since August.

It is not very likely, my dear, that bathing should have been
of use to her--and if I had known you were wanting an embrocation,
I would have spoken to-

You seem to me to have forgotten Mrs. and Miss Bates said Emma,
I have not heard one inquiry after them."

Oh! the good Bateses--I am quite ashamed of myself--but you
mention them in most of your letters. I hope they are quite well.
Good old Mrs. Bates--I will call upon her to-morrow, and take
my children.--They are always so pleased to see my children.--
And that excellent Miss Bates!--such thorough worthy people!--
How are they, sir?

Why, pretty well, my dear, upon the whole. But poor Mrs. Bates
had a bad cold about a month ago.

How sorry I am! But colds were never so prevalent as they have been
this autumn. Mr. Wingfield told me that he has never known them
more general or heavy--except when it has been quite an influenza.

That has been a good deal the case, my dear; but not to the degree
you mention. Perry says that colds have been very general,
but not so heavy as he has very often known them in November.
Perry does not call it altogether a sickly season.

No, I do not know that Mr. Wingfield considers it very sickly except--

Ah! my poor dear childthe truth isthat in London it is always
a sickly season. Nobody is healthy in Londonnobody can be.
It is a dreadful thing to have you forced to live there! so far off!--
and the air so bad!"

No, indeed--we are not at all in a bad air. Our part of London is
very superior to most others!--You must not confound us with London
in general, my dear sir. The neighbourhood of Brunswick Square
is very different from almost all the rest. We are so very airy!
I should be unwilling, I own, to live in any other part of the town;--
there is hardly any other that I could be satisfied to have my
children in: but we are so remarkably airy!--Mr. Wingfield thinks
the vicinity of Brunswick Square decidedly the most favourable as
to air.

Ah! my dear, it is not like Hartfield. You make the best of it--
but after you have been a week at Hartfield, you are all of you
different creatures; you do not look like the same. Now I cannot say,
that I think you are any of you looking well at present.

I am sorry to hear you say so, sir; but I assure you, excepting those
little nervous head-aches and palpitations which I am never entirely
free from anywhere, I am quite well myself; and if the children were
rather pale before they went to bed, it was only because they were
a little more tired than usual, from their journey and the happiness
of coming. I hope you will think better of their looks to-morrow;
for I assure you Mr. Wingfield told me, that he did not believe
he had ever sent us off altogether, in such good case. I trust,
at least, that you do not think Mr. Knightley looking ill,
turning her eyes with affectionate anxiety towards her husband.

Middling, my dear; I cannot compliment you. I think Mr. John
Knightley very far from looking well.

What is the matter, sir?--Did you speak to me?cried Mr. John
Knightleyhearing his own name.

I am sorry to find, my love, that my father does not think you
looking well--but I hope it is only from being a little fatigued.
I could have wished, however, as you know, that you had seen
Mr. Wingfield before you left home.

My dear Isabella,--exclaimed he hastily--"pray do not concern
yourself about my looks. Be satisfied with doctoring and coddling
yourself and the childrenand let me look as I chuse."

I did not thoroughly understand what you were telling your brother,
cried Emmaabout your friend Mr. Graham's intending to have a bailiff
from Scotland, to look after his new estate. What will it answer?
Will not the old prejudice be too strong?

And she talked in this way so long and successfully thatwhen forced
to give her attention again to her father and sistershe had nothing
worse to hear than Isabella's kind inquiry after Jane Fairfax;
and Jane Fairfaxthough no great favourite with her in general
she was at that moment very happy to assist in praising.

That sweet, amiable Jane Fairfax!said Mrs. John Knightley.--
It is so long since I have seen her, except now and then for a moment
accidentally in town! What happiness it must be to her good old
grandmother and excellent aunt, when she comes to visit them!

I always regret excessively on dear Emma's account that she cannot
be more at Highbury; but now their daughter is married, I suppose
Colonel and Mrs. Campbell will not be able to part with her at all.
She would be such a delightful companion for Emma.

Mr. Woodhouse agreed to it allbut added

Our little friend Harriet Smith, however, is just such another
pretty kind of young person. You will like Harriet. Emma could
not have a better companion than Harriet.

I am most happy to hear it--but only Jane Fairfax one knows to be
so very accomplished and superior!--and exactly Emma's age.

This topic was discussed very happilyand others succeeded of
similar momentand passed away with similar harmony; but the evening
did not close without a little return of agitation. The gruel came
and supplied a great deal to be said--much praise and many comments-undoubting
decision of its wholesomeness for every constitution
and pretty severe Philippics upon the many houses where it was
never met with tolerable;--butunfortunatelyamong the failures
which the daughter had to instancethe most recentand therefore
most prominentwas in her own cook at South Enda young woman
hired for the timewho never had been able to understand what she
meant by a basin of nice smooth gruelthinbut not too thin.
Often as she had wished for and ordered itshe had never been able
to get any thing tolerable. Here was a dangerous opening.

Ah!said Mr. Woodhouseshaking his head and fixing his eyes on
her with tender concern.--The ejaculation in Emma's ear expressed
Ah! there is no end of the sad consequences of your going to
South End. It does not bear talking of.And for a little while
she hoped he would not talk of itand that a silent rumination
might suffice to restore him to the relish of his own smooth gruel.
After an interval of some minuteshoweverhe began with

I shall always be very sorry that you went to the sea this autumn,
instead of coming here.

But why should you be sorry, sir?--I assure you, it did the children
a great deal of good.

And, moreover, if you must go to the sea, it had better not
have been to South End. South End is an unhealthy place.
Perry was surprized to hear you had fixed upon South End.

I know there is such an idea with many people, but indeed it is
quite a mistake, sir.--We all had our health perfectly well there,
never found the least inconvenience from the mud; and Mr. Wingfield
says it is entirely a mistake to suppose the place unhealthy;
and I am sure he may be depended on, for he thoroughly understands
the nature of the air, and his own brother and family have been
there repeatedly.

You should have gone to Cromer, my dear, if you went anywhere.--
Perry was a week at Cromer once, and he holds it to be the best
of all the sea-bathing places. A fine open sea, he says, and very
pure air. And, by what I understand, you might have had lodgings there
quite away from the sea--a quarter of a mile off--very comfortable.
You should have consulted Perry.

But, my dear sir, the difference of the journey;--only consider how
great it would have been.--An hundred miles, perhaps, instead of forty.

Ah! my dear, as Perry says, where health is at stake, nothing else
should be considered; and if one is to travel, there is not much
to chuse between forty miles and an hundred.--Better not move at all,
better stay in London altogether than travel forty miles to get
into a worse air. This is just what Perry said. It seemed to him
a very ill-judged measure.

Emma's attempts to stop her father had been vain; and when he
had reached such a point as thisshe could not wonder at her
brother-in-law's breaking out.

Mr. Perry,said hein a voice of very strong displeasure
would do as well to keep his opinion till it is asked for.
Why does he make it any business of his, to wonder at what I do?--
at my taking my family to one part of the coast or another?--I may
be allowed, I hope, the use of my judgment as well as Mr. Perry.--
I want his directions no more than his drugs.He paused--
and growing cooler in a momentaddedwith only sarcastic dryness
If Mr. Perry can tell me how to convey a wife and five children
a distance of an hundred and thirty miles with no greater expense
or inconvenience than a distance of forty, I should be as willing to
prefer Cromer to South End as he could himself.

True, true,cried Mr. Knightleywith most ready interposition--
very true. That's a consideration indeed.--But John, as to what I
was telling you of my idea of moving the path to Langham, of turning
it more to the right that it may not cut through the home meadows,
I cannot conceive any difficulty. I should not attempt it,
if it were to be the means of inconvenience to the Highbury people,
but if you call to mind exactly the present line of the path. . . .
The only way of proving it, however, will be to turn to our maps.
I shall see you at the Abbey to-morrow morning I hope, and then we
will look them over, and you shall give me your opinion.

Mr. Woodhouse was rather agitated by such harsh reflections on
his friend Perryto whom he hadin factthough unconsciously
been attributing many of his own feelings and expressions;--
but the soothing attentions of his daughters gradually removed
the present eviland the immediate alertness of one brother
and better recollections of the otherprevented any renewal of it.


There could hardly be a happier creature in the world than Mrs. John
Knightleyin this short visit to Hartfieldgoing about every morning
among her old acquaintance with her five childrenand talking
over what she had done every evening with her father and sister.
She had nothing to wish otherwisebut that the days did not pass
so swiftly. It was a delightful visit;--perfectin being much too short.

In general their evenings were less engaged with friends than
their mornings; but one complete dinner engagementand out
of the house toothere was no avoidingthough at Christmas.
Mr. Weston would take no denial; they must all dine at Randalls
one day;--even Mr. Woodhouse was persuaded to think it a possible
thing in preference to a division of the party.

How they were all to be conveyedhe would have made a difficulty
if he couldbut as his son and daughter's carriage and horses
were actually at Hartfieldhe was not able to make more than
a simple question on that head; it hardly amounted to a doubt;

nor did it occupy Emma long to convince him that they might in one
of the carriages find room for Harriet also.

HarrietMr. Eltonand Mr. Knightleytheir own especial set
were the only persons invited to meet them;--the hours were to be early
as well as the numbers few; Mr. Woodhouse's habits and inclination
being consulted in every thing.

The evening before this great event (for it was a very great event
that Mr. Woodhouse should dine outon the 24th of December) had been
spent by Harriet at Hartfieldand she had gone home so much indisposed
with a coldthatbut for her own earnest wish of being nursed
by Mrs. GoddardEmma could not have allowed her to leave the house.
Emma called on her the next dayand found her doom already signed
with regard to Randalls. She was very feverish and had a bad
sore throat: Mrs. Goddard was full of care and affectionMr. Perry
was talked ofand Harriet herself was too ill and low to resist
the authority which excluded her from this delightful engagement
though she could not speak of her loss without many tears.

Emma sat with her as long as she couldto attend her in Mrs. Goddard's
unavoidable absencesand raise her spirits by representing how much
Mr. Elton's would be depressed when he knew her state; and left her
at last tolerably comfortablein the sweet dependence of his having
a most comfortless visitand of their all missing her very much.
She had not advanced many yards from Mrs. Goddard's doorwhen she
was met by Mr. Elton himselfevidently coming towards itand as
they walked on slowly together in conversation about the invalid--
of whom heon the rumour of considerable illnesshad been going
to inquirethat he might carry some report of her to Hartfield--
they were overtaken by Mr. John Knightley returning from the
daily visit to Donwellwith his two eldest boyswhose healthy
glowing faces shewed all the benefit of a country runand seemed
to ensure a quick despatch of the roast mutton and rice pudding they
were hastening home for. They joined company and proceeded together.
Emma was just describing the nature of her friend's complaint;--
a throat very much inflamed, with a great deal of heat about her,
a quick, low pulse, &c. and she was sorry to find from Mrs. Goddard
that Harriet was liable to very bad sore-throats, and had often
alarmed her with them.Mr. Elton looked all alarm on the occasion
as he exclaimed

A sore-throat!--I hope not infectious. I hope not of a putrid
infectious sort. Has Perry seen her? Indeed you should take care
of yourself as well as of your friend. Let me entreat you to run
no risks. Why does not Perry see her?

Emmawho was not really at all frightened herselftranquillised this
excess of apprehension by assurances of Mrs. Goddard's experience
and care; but as there must still remain a degree of uneasiness
which she could not wish to reason awaywhich she would rather
feed and assist than notshe added soon afterwards--as if quite
another subject

It is so cold, so very cold--and looks and feels so very much
like snow, that if it were to any other place or with any other party,
I should really try not to go out to-day--and dissuade my father
from venturing; but as he has made up his mind, and does not seem
to feel the cold himself, I do not like to interfere, as I know it
would be so great a disappointment to Mr. and Mrs. Weston. But, upon
my word, Mr. Elton, in your case, I should certainly excuse myself.
You appear to me a little hoarse already, and when you consider
what demand of voice and what fatigues to-morrow will bring,
I think it would be no more than common prudence to stay at home

and take care of yourself to-night.

Mr. Elton looked as if he did not very well know what answer to make;
which was exactly the case; for though very much gratified by the kind
care of such a fair ladyand not liking to resist any advice of
her'she had not really the least inclination to give up the visit;-but
Emmatoo eager and busy in her own previous conceptions
and views to hear him impartiallyor see him with clear vision
was very well satisfied with his muttering acknowledgment of its
being "very coldcertainly very cold and walked on, rejoicing in
having extricated him from Randalls, and secured him the power
of sending to inquire after Harriet every hour of the evening.

You do quite right said she;--we will make your apologies
to Mr. and Mrs. Weston."

But hardly had she so spokenwhen she found her brother was civilly
offering a seat in his carriageif the weather were Mr. Elton's
only objectionand Mr. Elton actually accepting the offer with much
prompt satisfaction. It was a done thing; Mr. Elton was to go
and never had his broad handsome face expressed more pleasure than
at this moment; never had his smile been strongernor his eyes
more exulting than when he next looked at her.

Well,said she to herselfthis is most strange!--After I
had got him off so well, to chuse to go into company, and leave
Harriet ill behind!--Most strange indeed!--But there is, I believe,
in many men, especially single men, such an inclination-such
a passion for dining out--a dinner engagement is so high in
the class of their pleasures, their employments, their dignities,
almost their duties, that any thing gives way to it--and this must
be the case with Mr. Elton; a most valuable, amiable, pleasing young
man undoubtedly, and very much in love with Harriet; but still,
he cannot refuse an invitation, he must dine out wherever he is asked.
What a strange thing love is! he can see ready wit in Harriet,
but will not dine alone for her.

Soon afterwards Mr. Elton quitted themand she could not but do him
the justice of feeling that there was a great deal of sentiment
in his manner of naming Harriet at parting; in the tone of his
voice while assuring her that he should call at Mrs. Goddard's
for news of her fair friendthe last thing before he prepared
for the happiness of meeting her againwhen he hoped to be
able to give a better report; and he sighed and smiled himself
off in a way that left the balance of approbation much in his favour.

After a few minutes of entire silence between themJohn Knightley
began with-

I never in my life saw a man more intent on being agreeable than
Mr. Elton. It is downright labour to him where ladies are concerned.
With men he can be rational and unaffected, but when he has ladies
to please, every feature works.

Mr. Elton's manners are not perfect,replied Emma; "but where there
is a wish to pleaseone ought to overlookand one does overlook
a great deal. Where a man does his best with only moderate powers
he will have the advantage over negligent superiority. There is
such perfect good-temper and good-will in Mr. Elton as one cannot
but value."

Yes,said Mr. John Knightley presentlywith some slyness
he seems to have a great deal of good-will towards you.

Me!she replied with a smile of astonishmentare you imagining
me to be Mr. Elton's object?

Such an imagination has crossed me, I own, Emma; and if it never
occurred to you before, you may as well take it into consideration now.

Mr. Elton in love with me!--What an idea!

I do not say it is so; but you will do well to consider whether
it is so or not, and to regulate your behaviour accordingly.
I think your manners to him encouraging. I speak as a friend,
Emma. You had better look about you, and ascertain what you do,
and what you mean to do.

I thank you; but I assure you you are quite mistaken. Mr. Elton
and I are very good friends, and nothing more;and she walked on
amusing herself in the consideration of the blunders which often
arise from a partial knowledge of circumstancesof the mistakes
which people of high pretensions to judgment are for ever falling into;
and not very well pleased with her brother for imagining her blind
and ignorantand in want of counsel. He said no more.

Mr. Woodhouse had so completely made up his mind to the visit
that in spite of the increasing coldnesshe seemed to have no idea
of shrinking from itand set forward at last most punctually
with his eldest daughter in his own carriagewith less apparent
consciousness of the weather than either of the others; too full
of the wonder of his own goingand the pleasure it was to afford at
Randalls to see that it was coldand too well wrapt up to feel it.
The coldhoweverwas severe; and by the time the second carriage
was in motiona few flakes of snow were finding their way down
and the sky had the appearance of being so overcharged as to want only
a milder air to produce a very white world in a very short time.

Emma soon saw that her companion was not in the happiest humour.
The preparing and the going abroad in such weatherwith the sacrifice
of his children after dinnerwere evilswere disagreeables at least
which Mr. John Knightley did not by any means like; he anticipated
nothing in the visit that could be at all worth the purchase;
and the whole of their drive to the vicarage was spent by him in
expressing his discontent.

A man,said hemust have a very good opinion of himself when
he asks people to leave their own fireside, and encounter such
a day as this, for the sake of coming to see him. He must think
himself a most agreeable fellow; I could not do such a thing.
It is the greatest absurdity--Actually snowing at this moment!--
The folly of not allowing people to be comfortable at home--and the
folly of people's not staying comfortably at home when they can!
If we were obliged to go out such an evening as this, by any call of
duty or business, what a hardship we should deem it;--and here are we,
probably with rather thinner clothing than usual, setting forward
voluntarily, without excuse, in defiance of the voice of nature,
which tells man, in every thing given to his view or his feelings,
to stay at home himself, and keep all under shelter that he can;--
here are we setting forward to spend five dull hours in another
man's house, with nothing to say or to hear that was not said
and heard yesterday, and may not be said and heard again to-morrow.
Going in dismal weather, to return probably in worse;--four horses
and four servants taken out for nothing but to convey five idle,
shivering creatures into colder rooms and worse company than they
might have had at home.

Emma did not find herself equal to give the pleased assentwhich no doubt

he was in the habit of receivingto emulate the "Very truemy love
which must have been usually administered by his travelling companion;
but she had resolution enough to refrain from making any answer
at all. She could not be complying, she dreaded being quarrelsome;
her heroism reached only to silence. She allowed him to talk,
and arranged the glasses, and wrapped herself up, without opening
her lips.

They arrived, the carriage turned, the step was let down,
and Mr. Elton, spruce, black, and smiling, was with them instantly.
Emma thought with pleasure of some change of subject. Mr. Elton
was all obligation and cheerfulness; he was so very cheerful
in his civilities indeed, that she began to think he must have
received a different account of Harriet from what had reached her.
She had sent while dressing, and the answer had been, Much the same-not

My report from Mrs. Goddard's,said she presentlywas not
so pleasant as I had hoped--`Not better' was my answer.

His face lengthened immediately; and his voice was the voice
of sentiment as he answered.

Oh! no--I am grieved to find--I was on the point of telling you that
when I called at Mrs. Goddard's door, which I did the very last thing
before I returned to dress, I was told that Miss Smith was not better,
by no means better, rather worse. Very much grieved and concerned-I
had flattered myself that she must be better after such a cordial
as I knew had been given her in the morning.

Emma smiled and answered--"My visit was of use to the nervous part
of her complaintI hope; but not even I can charm away a sore throat;
it is a most severe cold indeed. Mr. Perry has been with her
as you probably heard."

Yes--I imagined--that is--I did not--

He has been used to her in these complaints, and I hope to-morrow
morning will bring us both a more comfortable report. But it is
impossible not to feel uneasiness. Such a sad loss to our party to-day!

Dreadful!--Exactly so, indeed.--She will be missed every moment.

This was very proper; the sigh which accompanied it was really estimable;
but it should have lasted longer. Emma was rather in dismay when
only half a minute afterwards he began to speak of other things
and in a voice of the greatest alacrity and enjoyment.

What an excellent device,said hethe use of a sheepskin
for carriages. How very comfortable they make it;--impossible to
feel cold with such precautions. The contrivances of modern days
indeed have rendered a gentleman's carriage perfectly complete.
One is so fenced and guarded from the weather, that not a breath
of air can find its way unpermitted. Weather becomes absolutely
of no consequence. It is a very cold afternoon--but in this carriage
we know nothing of the matter.--Ha! snows a little I see.

Yes,said John Knightleyand I think we shall have a good deal
of it.

Christmas weather,observed Mr. Elton. "Quite seasonable;
and extremely fortunate we may think ourselves that it did not
begin yesterdayand prevent this day's partywhich it might very
possibly have donefor Mr. Woodhouse would hardly have ventured had

there been much snow on the ground; but now it is of no consequence.
This is quite the season indeed for friendly meetings. At Christmas
every body invites their friends about themand people think little
of even the worst weather. I was snowed up at a friend's house once
for a week. Nothing could be pleasanter. I went for only one night
and could not get away till that very day se'nnight."

Mr. John Knightley looked as if he did not comprehend the pleasure
but said onlycoolly

I cannot wish to be snowed up a week at Randalls.

At another time Emma might have been amusedbut she was too
much astonished now at Mr. Elton's spirits for other feelings.
Harriet seemed quite forgotten in the expectation of a pleasant party.

We are sure of excellent fires,continued heand every thing
in the greatest comfort. Charming people, Mr. and Mrs. Weston;--
Mrs. Weston indeed is much beyond praise, and he is exactly
what one values, so hospitable, and so fond of society;-it
will be a small party, but where small parties are select,
they are perhaps the most agreeable of any. Mr. Weston's dining-room
does not accommodate more than ten comfortably; and for my part,
I would rather, under such circumstances, fall short by two than
exceed by two. I think you will agree with me, (turning with a soft
air to Emma,) I think I shall certainly have your approbation,
though Mr. Knightley perhaps, from being used to the large parties
of London, may not quite enter into our feelings.

I know nothing of the large parties of London, sir--I never dine
with any body.

Indeed! (in a tone of wonder and pity,) I had no idea that the
law had been so great a slavery. Well, sir, the time must come
when you will be paid for all this, when you will have little
labour and great enjoyment.

My first enjoyment,replied John Knightleyas they passed through
the sweep-gatewill be to find myself safe at Hartfield again.


Some change of countenance was necessary for each gentleman
as they walked into Mrs. Weston's drawing-room;--Mr. Elton must
compose his joyous looksand Mr. John Knightley disperse his
ill-humour. Mr. Elton must smile lessand Mr. John Knightley more
to fit them for the place.--Emma only might be as nature prompted
and shew herself just as happy as she was. To her it was real
enjoyment to be with the Westons. Mr. Weston was a great favourite
and there was not a creature in the world to whom she spoke with
such unreserveas to his wife; not any oneto whom she related
with such conviction of being listened to and understoodof being
always interesting and always intelligiblethe little affairs
arrangementsperplexitiesand pleasures of her father and herself.
She could tell nothing of Hartfieldin which Mrs. Weston had not
a lively concern; and half an hour's uninterrupted communication
of all those little matters on which the daily happiness of private
life dependswas one of the first gratifications of each.

This was a pleasure which perhaps the whole day's visit might
not affordwhich certainly did not belong to the present half-hour;

but the very sight of Mrs. Westonher smileher touchher voice
was grateful to Emmaand she determined to think as little as
possible of Mr. Elton's odditiesor of any thing else unpleasant
and enjoy all that was enjoyable to the utmost.

The misfortune of Harriet's cold had been pretty well gone through
before her arrival. Mr. Woodhouse had been safely seated long
enough to give the history of itbesides all the history of his own
and Isabella's comingand of Emma's being to followand had indeed
just got to the end of his satisfaction that James should come
and see his daughterwhen the others appearedand Mrs. Weston
who had been almost wholly engrossed by her attentions to him
was able to turn away and welcome her dear Emma.

Emma's project of forgetting Mr. Elton for a while made her rather
sorry to findwhen they had all taken their placesthat he was
close to her. The difficulty was great of driving his strange
insensibility towards Harrietfrom her mindwhile he not only sat
at her elbowbut was continually obtruding his happy countenance
on her noticeand solicitously addressing her upon every occasion.
Instead of forgetting himhis behaviour was such that she could
not avoid the internal suggestion of "Can it really be as my brother
imagined? can it be possible for this man to be beginning to transfer
his affections from Harriet to me?--Absurd and insufferable!"--
Yet he would be so anxious for her being perfectly warmwould be
so interested about her fatherand so delighted with Mrs. Weston;
and at last would begin admiring her drawings with so much zeal
and so little knowledge as seemed terribly like a would-be lover
and made it some effort with her to preserve her good manners.
For her own sake she could not be rude; and for Harriet'sin the hope
that all would yet turn out rightshe was even positively civil;
but it was an effort; especially as something was going on amongst
the othersin the most overpowering period of Mr. Elton's nonsense
which she particularly wished to listen to. She heard enough
to know that Mr. Weston was giving some information about his son;
she heard the words "my son and Frank and my son
repeated several times over; and, from a few other half-syllables
very much suspected that he was announcing an early visit from
his son; but before she could quiet Mr. Elton, the subject was
so completely past that any reviving question from her would have
been awkward.

Now, it so happened that in spite of Emma's resolution of never marrying,
there was something in the name, in the idea of Mr. Frank Churchill,
which always interested her. She had frequently thought--especially since
his father's marriage with Miss Taylor--that if she were to marry,
he was the very person to suit her in age, character and condition.
He seemed by this connexion between the families, quite to belong to her.
She could not but suppose it to be a match that every body who knew
them must think of. That Mr. and Mrs. Weston did think of it, she was
very strongly persuaded; and though not meaning to be induced by him,
or by any body else, to give up a situation which she believed more
replete with good than any she could change it for, she had a great
curiosity to see him, a decided intention of finding him pleasant,
of being liked by him to a certain degree, and a sort of pleasure
in the idea of their being coupled in their friends' imaginations.

With such sensations, Mr. Elton's civilities were dreadfully ill-timed;
but she had the comfort of appearing very polite, while feeling
very cross--and of thinking that the rest of the visit could not
possibly pass without bringing forward the same information again,
or the substance of it, from the open-hearted Mr. Weston.--So it proved;-for
when happily released from Mr. Elton, and seated by Mr. Weston,
at dinner, he made use of the very first interval in the cares

of hospitality, the very first leisure from the saddle of mutton,
to say to her,

We want only two more to be just the right number. I should
like to see two more here--your pretty little friendMiss Smith
and my son--and then I should say we were quite complete.
I believe you did not hear me telling the others in the drawing-room
that we are expecting Frank. I had a letter from him this morning
and he will be with us within a fortnight."

Emma spoke with a very proper degree of pleasure; and fully assented
to his proposition of Mr. Frank Churchill and Miss Smith making
their party quite complete.

He has been wanting to come to us,continued Mr. Weston
ever since September: every letter has been full of it;
but he cannot command his own time. He has those to please
who must be pleased, and who (between ourselves) are sometimes
to be pleased only by a good many sacrifices. But now
I have no doubt of seeing him here about the second week in January.

What a very great pleasure it will be to you! and Mrs. Weston
is so anxious to be acquainted with him, that she must be almost
as happy as yourself.

Yes, she would be, but that she thinks there will be another
put-off. She does not depend upon his coming so much as I do:
but she does not know the parties so well as I do. The case,
you see, is--(but this is quite between ourselves: I did not mention
a syllable of it in the other room. There are secrets in all families,
you know)--The case is, that a party of friends are invited to pay
a visit at Enscombe in January; and that Frank's coming depends upon
their being put off. If they are not put off, he cannot stir.
But I know they will, because it is a family that a certain lady,
of some consequence, at Enscombe, has a particular dislike to:
and though it is thought necessary to invite them once in two or
three years, they always are put off when it comes to the point.
I have not the smallest doubt of the issue. I am as confident
of seeing Frank here before the middle of January, as I am
of being here myself: but your good friend there (nodding
towards the upper end of the table) has so few vagaries herself,
and has been so little used to them at Hartfield, that she cannot
calculate on their effects, as I have been long in the practice
of doing.

I am sorry there should be any thing like doubt in the case,
replied Emma; "but am disposed to side with youMr. Weston. If you
think he will comeI shall think so too; for you know Enscombe."

Yes--I have some right to that knowledge; though I have never been
at the place in my life.--She is an odd woman!--But I never allow
myself to speak ill of her, on Frank's account; for I do believe
her to be very fond of him. I used to think she was not capable
of being fond of any body, except herself: but she has always been
kind to him (in her way--allowing for little whims and caprices,
and expecting every thing to be as she likes). And it is no small credit,
in my opinion, to him, that he should excite such an affection;
for, though I would not say it to any body else, she has no more
heart than a stone to people in general; and the devil of a temper.

Emma liked the subject so wellthat she began upon itto Mrs. Weston
very soon after their moving into the drawing-room: wishing her joy--
yet observingthat she knew the first meeting must be rather alarming.--
Mrs. Weston agreed to it; but addedthat she should be very

glad to be secure of undergoing the anxiety of a first meeting
at the time talked of: "for I cannot depend upon his coming.
I cannot be so sanguine as Mr. Weston. I am very much afraid
that it will all end in nothing. Mr. WestonI dare sayhas been
telling you exactly how the matter stands?"

Yes--it seems to depend upon nothing but the ill-humour
of Mrs. Churchill, which I imagine to be the most certain
thing in the world.

My Emma!replied Mrs. Westonsmilingwhat is the certainty
of caprice?Then turning to Isabellawho had not been
attending before--"You must knowmy dear Mrs. Knightley
that we are by no means so sure of seeing Mr. Frank Churchill
in my opinionas his father thinks. It depends entirely upon
his aunt's spirits and pleasure; in shortupon her temper.
To you--to my two daughters--I may venture on the truth.
Mrs. Churchill rules at Enscombeand is a very odd-tempered woman;
and his coming nowdepends upon her being willing to spare him."

Oh, Mrs. Churchill; every body knows Mrs. Churchill,
replied Isabella: "and I am sure I never think of that poor young
man without the greatest compassion. To be constantly living
with an ill-tempered personmust be dreadful. It is what we
happily have never known any thing of; but it must be a life
of misery. What a blessingthat she never had any children!
Poor little creatureshow unhappy she would have made them!"

Emma wished she had been alone with Mrs. Weston. She should then have
heard more: Mrs. Weston would speak to herwith a degree of unreserve
which she would not hazard with Isabella; andshe really believed
would scarcely try to conceal any thing relative to the Churchills
from herexcepting those views on the young manof which her own
imagination had already given her such instinctive knowledge.
But at present there was nothing more to be said. Mr. Woodhouse
very soon followed them into the drawing-room. To be sitting
long after dinnerwas a confinement that he could not endure.
Neither wine nor conversation was any thing to him; and gladly did
he move to those with whom he was always comfortable.

While he talked to IsabellahoweverEmma found an opportunity
of saying

And so you do not consider this visit from your son as by any
means certain. I am sorry for it. The introduction must be unpleasant,
whenever it takes place; and the sooner it could be over, the better.

Yes; and every delay makes one more apprehensive of other delays.
Even if this family, the Braithwaites, are put off, I am still
afraid that some excuse may be found for disappointing us.
I cannot bear to imagine any reluctance on his side; but I am sure
there is a great wish on the Churchills' to keep him to themselves.
There is jealousy. They are jealous even of his regard for his father.
In short, I can feel no dependence on his coming, and I wish Mr. Weston
were less sanguine.

He ought to come,said Emma. "If he could stay only a couple
of dayshe ought to come; and one can hardly conceive a young man's
not having it in his power to do as much as that. A young woman
if she fall into bad handsmay be teazedand kept at a distance
from those she wants to be with; but one cannot comprehend a young
man's being under such restraintas not to be able to spend a week
with his fatherif he likes it."

One ought to be at Enscombe, and know the ways of the family,
before one decides upon what he can do,replied Mrs. Weston.
One ought to use the same caution, perhaps, in judging of the
conduct of any one individual of any one family; but Enscombe,
I believe, certainly must not be judged by general rules:
she is so very unreasonable; and every thing gives way to her.

But she is so fond of the nephew: he is so very great a favourite.
Now, according to my idea of Mrs. Churchill, it would be most natural,
that while she makes no sacrifice for the comfort of the husband,
to whom she owes every thing, while she exercises incessant caprice
towards him, she should frequently be governed by the nephew,
to whom she owes nothing at all.

My dearest Emma, do not pretend, with your sweet temper,
to understand a bad one, or to lay down rules for it: you must
let it go its own way. I have no doubt of his having, at times,
considerable influence; but it may be perfectly impossible for him
to know beforehand when it will be.

Emma listenedand then coolly saidI shall not be satisfied,
unless he comes.

He may have a great deal of influence on some points,
continued Mrs. Westonand on others, very little: and among those,
on which she is beyond his reach, it is but too likely, may be
this very circumstance of his coming away from them to visit us.


Mr. Woodhouse was soon ready for his tea; and when he had drank his
tea he was quite ready to go home; and it was as much as his three
companions could doto entertain away his notice of the lateness
of the hourbefore the other gentlemen appeared. Mr. Weston was
chatty and convivialand no friend to early separations of any sort;
but at last the drawing-room party did receive an augmentation.
Mr. Eltonin very good spiritswas one of the first to walk in.
Mrs. Weston and Emma were sitting together on a sofa. He joined
them immediatelyandwith scarcely an invitationseated himself
between them.

Emmain good spirits toofrom the amusement afforded her mind
by the expectation of Mr. Frank Churchillwas willing to forget
his late improprietiesand be as well satisfied with him as before
and on his making Harriet his very first subjectwas ready to listen
with most friendly smiles.

He professed himself extremely anxious about her fair friend--
her fairlovelyamiable friend. "Did she know?--had she
heard any thing about hersince their being at Randalls?--
he felt much anxiety--he must confess that the nature of her
complaint alarmed him considerably." And in this style he talked
on for some time very properlynot much attending to any answer
but altogether sufficiently awake to the terror of a bad sore throat;
and Emma was quite in charity with him.

But at last there seemed a perverse turn; it seemed all at once as if
he were more afraid of its being a bad sore throat on her account
than on Harriet's--more anxious that she should escape the infection
than that there should be no infection in the complaint. He began
with great earnestness to entreat her to refrain from visiting

the sick-chamber againfor the present--to entreat her to promise
him not to venture into such hazard till he had seen Mr. Perry
and learnt his opinion; and though she tried to laugh it off
and bring the subject back into its proper coursethere was no
putting an end to his extreme solicitude about her. She was vexed.
It did appear--there was no concealing it--exactly like the pretence
of being in love with herinstead of Harriet; an inconstancy
if realthe most contemptible and abominable! and she had difficulty
in behaving with temper. He turned to Mrs. Weston to implore
her assistanceWould not she give him her support?--would not she
add her persuasions to his, to induce Miss Woodhouse not to go
to Mrs. Goddard's till it were certain that Miss Smith's disorder
had no infection? He could not be satisfied without a promise-would
not she give him her influence in procuring it?

So scrupulous for others,he continuedand yet so careless
for herself! She wanted me to nurse my cold by staying at home to-day,
and yet will not promise to avoid the danger of catching an ulcerated
sore throat herself. Is this fair, Mrs. Weston?--Judge between us.
Have not I some right to complain? I am sure of your kind support
and aid.

Emma saw Mrs. Weston's surprizeand felt that it must be great
at an address whichin words and mannerwas assuming to himself
the right of first interest in her; and as for herselfshe was
too much provoked and offended to have the power of directly
saying any thing to the purpose. She could only give him a look;
but it was such a look as she thought must restore him to his senses
and then left the sofaremoving to a seat by her sisterand giving
her all her attention.

She had not time to know how Mr. Elton took the reproofso rapidly
did another subject succeed; for Mr. John Knightley now came
into the room from examining the weatherand opened on them
all with the information of the ground being covered with snow
and of its still snowing fastwith a strong drifting wind;
concluding with these words to Mr. Woodhouse:

This will prove a spirited beginning of your winter engagements,
sir. Something new for your coachman and horses to be making
their way through a storm of snow.

Poor Mr. Woodhouse was silent from consternation; but every body else
had something to say; every body was either surprized or not surprized
and had some question to askor some comfort to offer. Mrs. Weston
and Emma tried earnestly to cheer him and turn his attention
from his son-in-lawwho was pursuing his triumph rather unfeelingly.

I admired your resolution very much, sir,said hein venturing
out in such weather, for of course you saw there would be snow
very soon. Every body must have seen the snow coming on.
I admired your spirit; and I dare say we shall get home very well.
Another hour or two's snow can hardly make the road impassable;
and we are two carriages; if one is blown over in the bleak part
of the common field there will be the other at hand. I dare say we
shall be all safe at Hartfield before midnight.

Mr. Westonwith triumph of a different sortwas confessing that he
had known it to be snowing some timebut had not said a word
lest it should make Mr. Woodhouse uncomfortableand be an excuse
for his hurrying away. As to there being any quantity of snow fallen
or likely to fall to impede their returnthat was a mere joke;
he was afraid they would find no difficulty. He wished the road might
be impassablethat he might be able to keep them all at Randalls;

and with the utmost good-will was sure that accommodation might
be found for every bodycalling on his wife to agree with him
that with a little contrivanceevery body might be lodged
which she hardly knew how to dofrom the consciousness of there
being but two spare rooms in the house.

What is to be done, my dear Emma?--what is to be done?
was Mr. Woodhouse's first exclamationand all that he could say
for some time. To her he looked for comfort; and her assurances
of safetyher representation of the excellence of the horses
and of Jamesand of their having so many friends about them
revived him a little.

His eldest daughter's alarm was equal to his own. The horror of
being blocked up at Randallswhile her children were at Hartfield
was full in her imagination; and fancying the road to be now just
passable for adventurous peoplebut in a state that admitted no delay
she was eager to have it settledthat her father and Emma should remain
at Randallswhile she and her husband set forward instantly through
all the possible accumulations of drifted snow that might impede them.

You had better order the carriage directly, my love,said she;
I dare say we shall be able to get along, if we set off directly;
and if we do come to any thing very bad, I can get out and walk.
I am not at all afraid. I should not mind walking half the way.
I could change my shoes, you know, the moment I got home; and it is not
the sort of thing that gives me cold.

Indeed!replied he. "Thenmy dear Isabellait is the most
extraordinary sort of thing in the worldfor in general every
thing does give you cold. Walk home!--you are prettily shod
for walking homeI dare say. It will be bad enough for the horses."

Isabella turned to Mrs. Weston for her approbation of the plan.
Mrs. Weston could only approve. Isabella then went to Emma;
but Emma could not so entirely give up the hope of their being
all able to get away; and they were still discussing the point
when Mr. Knightleywho had left the room immediately after his
brother's first report of the snowcame back againand told them
that he had been out of doors to examineand could answer for there
not being the smallest difficulty in their getting homewhenever they
liked iteither now or an hour hence. He had gone beyond the sweep--
some way along the Highbury road--the snow was nowhere above half
an inch deep--in many places hardly enough to whiten the ground;
a very few flakes were falling at presentbut the clouds were parting
and there was every appearance of its being soon over. He had seen
the coachmenand they both agreed with him in there being nothing
to apprehend.

To Isabellathe relief of such tidings was very greatand they
were scarcely less acceptable to Emma on her father's account
who was immediately set as much at ease on the subject as his nervous
constitution allowed; but the alarm that had been raised could not
be appeased so as to admit of any comfort for him while he continued
at Randalls. He was satisfied of there being no present danger in
returning homebut no assurances could convince him that it was safe
to stay; and while the others were variously urging and recommending
Mr. Knightley and Emma settled it in a few brief sentences: thus--

Your father will not be easy; why do not you go?

I am ready, if the others are.

Shall I ring the bell?

Yes, do.

And the bell was rungand the carriages spoken for. A few
minutes moreand Emma hoped to see one troublesome companion
deposited in his own houseto get sober and cooland the other
recover his temper and happiness when this visit of hardship were over.

The carriage came: and Mr. Woodhousealways the first object on
such occasionswas carefully attended to his own by Mr. Knightley
and Mr. Weston; but not all that either could say could prevent some
renewal of alarm at the sight of the snow which had actually fallen
and the discovery of a much darker night than he had been prepared for.
He was afraid they should have a very bad drive. He was afraid
poor Isabella would not like it. And there would be poor Emma
in the carriage behind. He did not know what they had best do.
They must keep as much together as they could;and James was talked to
and given a charge to go very slow and wait for the other carriage.

Isabella stept in after her father; John Knightleyforgetting that he
did not belong to their partystept in after his wife very naturally;
so that Emma foundon being escorted and followed into the second
carriage by Mr. Eltonthat the door was to be lawfully shut on them
and that they were to have a tete-a-tete drive. It would not have been
the awkwardness of a momentit would have been rather a pleasure
previous to the suspicions of this very day; she could have talked
to him of Harrietand the three-quarters of a mile would have
seemed but one. But nowshe would rather it had not happened.
She believed he had been drinking too much of Mr. Weston's good wine
and felt sure that he would want to be talking nonsense.

To restrain him as much as might beby her own mannersshe was
immediately preparing to speak with exquisite calmness and gravity
of the weather and the night; but scarcely had she begunscarcely had
they passed the sweep-gate and joined the other carriagethan she
found her subject cut up--her hand seized--her attention demanded
and Mr. Elton actually making violent love to her: availing himself
of the precious opportunitydeclaring sentiments which must be already
well knownhoping--fearing--adoring--ready to die if she refused him;
but flattering himself that his ardent attachment and unequalled
love and unexampled passion could not fail of having some effect
and in shortvery much resolved on being seriously accepted as soon
as possible. It really was so. Without scruple--without apology-without
much apparent diffidenceMr. Eltonthe lover of Harriet
was professing himself her lover. She tried to stop him; but vainly;
he would go onand say it all. Angry as she wasthe thought of
the moment made her resolve to restrain herself when she did speak.
She felt that half this folly must be drunkennessand therefore
could hope that it might belong only to the passing hour.
Accordinglywith a mixture of the serious and the playfulwhich she
hoped would best suit his half and half stateshe replied

I am very much astonished, Mr. Elton. This to me! you forget yourself-you
take me for my friend--any message to Miss Smith I shall
be happy to deliver; but no more of this to me, if you please.

Miss Smith!--message to Miss Smith!--What could she possibly mean!--
And he repeated her words with such assurance of accentsuch boastful
pretence of amazementthat she could not help replying with quickness

Mr. Elton, this is the most extraordinary conduct! and I can account
for it only in one way; you are not yourself, or you could not speak
either to me, or of Harriet, in such a manner. Command yourself
enough to say no more, and I will endeavour to forget it.

But Mr. Elton had only drunk wine enough to elevate his spirits
not at all to confuse his intellects. He perfectly knew his own meaning;
and having warmly protested against her suspicion as most injurious
and slightly touched upon his respect for Miss Smith as her friend-but
acknowledging his wonder that Miss Smith should be mentioned
at all--he resumed the subject of his own passionand was very
urgent for a favourable answer.

As she thought less of his inebrietyshe thought more of his inconstancy
and presumption; and with fewer struggles for politenessreplied

It is impossible for me to doubt any longer. You have made
yourself too clear. Mr. Elton, my astonishment is much beyond
any thing I can express. After such behaviour, as I have witnessed
during the last month, to Miss Smith--such attentions as I
have been in the daily habit of observing--to be addressing me
in this manner--this is an unsteadiness of character, indeed,
which I had not supposed possible! Believe me, sir, I am far,
very far, from gratified in being the object of such professions.

Good Heaven!cried Mr. Eltonwhat can be the meaning of this?-Miss
Smith!--I never thought of Miss Smith in the whole course
of my existence--never paid her any attentions, but as your friend:
never cared whether she were dead or alive, but as your friend.
If she has fancied otherwise, her own wishes have misled her,
and I am very sorry--extremely sorry--But, Miss Smith, indeed!--Oh!
Miss Woodhouse! who can think of Miss Smith, when Miss Woodhouse
is near! No, upon my honour, there is no unsteadiness of character.
I have thought only of you. I protest against having paid the smallest
attention to any one else. Every thing that I have said or done,
for many weeks past, has been with the sole view of marking my
adoration of yourself. You cannot really, seriously, doubt it.
No!--(in an accent meant to be insinuating)--I am sure you have seen
and understood me.

It would be impossible to say what Emma felton hearing this-which
of all her unpleasant sensations was uppermost. She was
too completely overpowered to be immediately able to reply:
and two moments of silence being ample encouragement for Mr. Elton's
sanguine state of mindhe tried to take her hand againas he
joyously exclaimed-

Charming Miss Woodhouse! allow me to interpret this interesting silence.
It confesses that you have long understood me.

No, sir,cried Emmait confesses no such thing. So far from
having long understood you, I have been in a most complete error
with respect to your views, till this moment. As to myself, I am
very sorry that you should have been giving way to any feelings--
Nothing could be farther from my wishes--your attachment to my
friend Harriet--your pursuit of her, (pursuit, it appeared,) gave me
great pleasure, and I have been very earnestly wishing you success:
but had I supposed that she were not your attraction to Hartfield,
I should certainly have thought you judged ill in making your visits
so frequent. Am I to believe that you have never sought to recommend
yourself particularly to Miss Smith?--that you have never thought
seriously of her?

Never, madam,cried heaffronted in his turn: "neverI assure you.
I think seriously of Miss Smith!--Miss Smith is a very good sort
of girl; and I should be happy to see her respectably settled.
I wish her extremely well: andno doubtthere are men who might not
object to--Every body has their level: but as for myselfI am not

I thinkquite so much at a loss. I need not so totally despair
of an equal allianceas to be addressing myself to Miss Smith!-No
madammy visits to Hartfield have been for yourself only;
and the encouragement I received--"

Encouragement!--I give you encouragement!--Sir, you have been entirely
mistaken in supposing it. I have seen you only as the admirer
of my friend. In no other light could you have been more to me than
a common acquaintance. I am exceedingly sorry: but it is well that
the mistake ends where it does. Had the same behaviour continued,
Miss Smith might have been led into a misconception of your views;
not being aware, probably, any more than myself, of the very
great inequality which you are so sensible of. But, as it is,
the disappointment is single, and, I trust, will not be lasting.
I have no thoughts of matrimony at present.

He was too angry to say another word; her manner too decided
to invite supplication; and in this state of swelling resentment
and mutually deep mortificationthey had to continue together a few
minutes longerfor the fears of Mr. Woodhouse had confined them
to a foot-pace. If there had not been so much angerthere would have
been desperate awkwardness; but their straightforward emotions left
no room for the little zigzags of embarrassment. Without knowing
when the carriage turned into Vicarage Laneor when it stopped
they found themselvesall at onceat the door of his house;
and he was out before another syllable passed.--Emma then felt it
indispensable to wish him a good night. The compliment was just returned
coldly and proudly; andunder indescribable irritation of spirits
she was then conveyed to Hartfield.

There she was welcomedwith the utmost delightby her father
who had been trembling for the dangers of a solitary drive from
Vicarage Lane--turning a corner which he could never bear to think of-and
in strange hands--a mere common coachman--no James; and there it
seemed as if her return only were wanted to make every thing go well:
for Mr. John Knightleyashamed of his ill-humourwas now all
kindness and attention; and so particularly solicitous for the comfort
of her fatheras to seem--if not quite ready to join him in a basin
of gruel--perfectly sensible of its being exceedingly wholesome;
and the day was concluding in peace and comfort to all their little party
except herself.--But her mind had never been in such perturbation;
and it needed a very strong effort to appear attentive and cheerful till
the usual hour of separating allowed her the relief of quiet reflection.


The hair was curledand the maid sent awayand Emma sat down to think
and be miserable.--It was a wretched business indeed!--Such an overthrow
of every thing she had been wishing for!--Such a development of every
thing most unwelcome!--Such a blow for Harriet!--that was the worst
of all. Every part of it brought pain and humiliationof some sort
or other; butcompared with the evil to Harrietall was light;
and she would gladly have submitted to feel yet more mistaken-more
in error--more disgraced by mis-judgmentthan she actually was
could the effects of her blunders have been confined to herself.

If I had not persuaded Harriet into liking the man, I could have
borne any thing. He might have doubled his presumption to me-but
poor Harriet!

How she could have been so deceived!--He protested that he

had never thought seriously of Harriet--never! She looked back
as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken
up the ideashe supposedand made every thing bend to it.
His mannershowevermust have been unmarkedwaveringdubious
or she could not have been so misled.

The picture!--How eager he had been about the picture!-and
the charade!--and an hundred other circumstances;-how
clearly they had seemed to point at Harriet. To be sure
the charadewith its "ready wit"--but then the "soft eyes"-in
fact it suited neither; it was a jumble without taste or truth.
Who could have seen through such thick-headed nonsense?

Certainly she had oftenespecially of latethought his manners
to herself unnecessarily gallant; but it had passed as his way
as a mere error of judgmentof knowledgeof tasteas one proof
among others that he had not always lived in the best society
that with all the gentleness of his addresstrue elegance
was sometimes wanting; buttill this very dayshe had never
for an instantsuspected it to mean any thing but grateful respect
to her as Harriet's friend.

To Mr. John Knightley was she indebted for her first idea on
the subjectfor the first start of its possibility. There was
no denying that those brothers had penetration. She remembered
what Mr. Knightley had once said to her about Mr. Eltonthe caution
he had giventhe conviction he had professed that Mr. Elton would
never marry indiscreetly; and blushed to think how much truer
a knowledge of his character had been there shewn than any she
had reached herself. It was dreadfully mortifying; but Mr. Elton
was proving himselfin many respectsthe very reverse of what she
had meant and believed him; proudassumingconceited; very full
of his own claimsand little concerned about the feelings of others.

Contrary to the usual course of thingsMr. Elton's wanting
to pay his addresses to her had sunk him in her opinion.
His professions and his proposals did him no service. She thought
nothing of his attachmentand was insulted by his hopes.
He wanted to marry welland having the arrogance to raise his
eyes to herpretended to be in love; but she was perfectly easy
as to his not suffering any disappointment that need be cared for.
There had been no real affection either in his language or manners.
Sighs and fine words had been given in abundance; but she could
hardly devise any set of expressionsor fancy any tone of voice
less allied with real love. She need not trouble herself to pity him.
He only wanted to aggrandise and enrich himself; and if Miss Woodhouse
of Hartfieldthe heiress of thirty thousand poundswere not quite
so easily obtained as he had fanciedhe would soon try for Miss
Somebody else with twentyor with ten.

But--that he should talk of encouragementshould consider her as
aware of his viewsaccepting his attentionsmeaning (in short)
to marry him!--should suppose himself her equal in connexion
or mind!--look down upon her friendso well understanding the
gradations of rank below himand be so blind to what rose above
as to fancy himself shewing no presumption in addressing her!--
It was most provoking.

Perhaps it was not fair to expect him to feel how very much he
was her inferior in talentand all the elegancies of mind.
The very want of such equality might prevent his perception of it;
but he must know that in fortune and consequence she was greatly
his superior. He must know that the Woodhouses had been settled
for several generations at Hartfieldthe younger branch

of a very ancient family--and that the Eltons were nobody.
The landed property of Hartfield certainly was inconsiderable
being but a sort of notch in the Donwell Abbey estateto which all
the rest of Highbury belonged; but their fortunefrom other sources
was such as to make them scarcely secondary to Donwell Abbey itself
in every other kind of consequence; and the Woodhouses had long
held a high place in the consideration of the neighbourhood which
Mr. Elton had first entered not two years agoto make his way
as he couldwithout any alliances but in tradeor any thing
to recommend him to notice but his situation and his civility.--
But he had fancied her in love with him; that evidently must
have been his dependence; and after raving a little about the
seeming incongruity of gentle manners and a conceited head
Emma was obliged in common honesty to stop and admit that her own
behaviour to him had been so complaisant and obligingso full of
courtesy and attentionas (supposing her real motive unperceived)
might warrant a man of ordinary observation and delicacy
like Mr. Eltonin fancying himself a very decided favourite. If she
had so misinterpreted his feelingsshe had little right to wonder
that hewith self-interest to blind himshould have mistaken hers.

The first error and the worst lay at her door. It was foolish
it was wrongto take so active a part in bringing any two
people together. It was adventuring too farassuming too much
making light of what ought to be seriousa trick of what ought
to be simple. She was quite concerned and ashamedand resolved
to do such things no more.

Here have I,said sheactually talked poor Harriet into being
very much attached to this man. She might never have thought of him
but for me; and certainly never would have thought of him with hope,
if I had not assured her of his attachment, for she is as modest
and humble as I used to think him. Oh! that I had been satisfied with
persuading her not to accept young Martin. There I was quite right.
That was well done of me; but there I should have stopped, and left
the rest to time and chance. I was introducing her into good company,
and giving her the opportunity of pleasing some one worth having;
I ought not to have attempted more. But now, poor girl, her peace
is cut up for some time. I have been but half a friend to her;
and if she were not to feel this disappointment so very much, I am
sure I have not an idea of any body else who would be at all desirable
for her;--William Coxe--Oh! no, I could not endure William Coxe-a
pert young lawyer.

She stopt to blush and laugh at her own relapseand then resumed
a more seriousmore dispiriting cogitation upon what had been
and might beand must be. The distressing explanation she had
to make to Harrietand all that poor Harriet would be suffering
with the awkwardness of future meetingsthe difficulties of
continuing or discontinuing the acquaintanceof subduing feelings
concealing resentmentand avoiding eclatwere enough to occupy
her in most unmirthful reflections some time longerand she went
to bed at last with nothing settled but the conviction of her having
blundered most dreadfully.

To youth and natural cheerfulness like Emma'sthough under
temporary gloom at nightthe return of day will hardly fail
to bring return of spirits. The youth and cheerfulness of morning
are in happy analogyand of powerful operation; and if the
distress be not poignant enough to keep the eyes unclosedthey
will be sure to open to sensations of softened pain and brighter hope.

Emma got up on the morrow more disposed for comfort than she had
gone to bedmore ready to see alleviations of the evil before her

and to depend on getting tolerably out of it.

It was a great consolation that Mr. Elton should not be really
in love with heror so particularly amiable as to make it shocking
to disappoint him--that Harriet's nature should not be of that
superior sort in which the feelings are most acute and retentive-and
that there could be no necessity for any body's knowing
what had passed except the three principalsand especially
for her father's being given a moment's uneasiness about it.

These were very cheering thoughts; and the sight of a great deal
of snow on the ground did her further servicefor any thing was
welcome that might justify their all three being quite asunder
at present.

The weather was most favourable for her; though Christmas Day
she could not go to church. Mr. Woodhouse would have been miserable
had his daughter attempted itand she was therefore safe from
either exciting or receiving unpleasant and most unsuitable ideas.
The ground covered with snowand the atmosphere in that unsettled
state between frost and thawwhich is of all others the most
unfriendly for exerciseevery morning beginning in rain or snow
and every evening setting in to freezeshe was for many days a most
honourable prisoner. No intercourse with Harriet possible but by note;
no church for her on Sunday any more than on Christmas Day; and no
need to find excuses for Mr. Elton's absenting himself.

It was weather which might fairly confine every body at home;
and though she hoped and believed him to be really taking comfort
in some society or otherit was very pleasant to have her father
so well satisfied with his being all alone in his own house
too wise to stir out; and to hear him say to Mr. Knightleywhom no
weather could keep entirely from them-

Ah! Mr. Knightley, why do not you stay at home like poor Mr. Elton?

These days of confinement would have beenbut for her private
perplexitiesremarkably comfortableas such seclusion exactly
suited her brotherwhose feelings must always be of great importance
to his companions; and he hadbesidesso thoroughly cleared off
his ill-humour at Randallsthat his amiableness never failed him
during the rest of his stay at Hartfield. He was always agreeable
and obligingand speaking pleasantly of every body. But with all
the hopes of cheerfulnessand all the present comfort of delay
there was still such an evil hanging over her in the hour of explanation
with Harrietas made it impossible for Emma to be ever perfectly at ease.


Mr. and Mrs. John Knightley were not detained long at Hartfield.
The weather soon improved enough for those to move who must move;
and Mr. Woodhouse havingas usualtried to persuade his daughter
to stay behind with all her childrenwas obliged to see the whole
party set offand return to his lamentations over the destiny
of poor Isabella;--which poor Isabellapassing her life with
those she doated onfull of their meritsblind to their faults
and always innocently busymight have been a model of right
feminine happiness.

The evening of the very day on which they went brought a note
from Mr. Elton to Mr. Woodhousea longcivilceremonious note

to saywith Mr. Elton's best complimentsthat he was proposing
to leave Highbury the following morning in his way to Bath;
where, in compliance with the pressing entreaties of some friends,
he had engaged to spend a few weeks, and very much regretted
the impossibility he was under, from various circumstances of
weather and business, of taking a personal leave of Mr. Woodhouse,
of whose friendly civilities he should ever retain a grateful sense--
and had Mr. Woodhouse any commands, should be happy to attend to them.

Emma was most agreeably surprized.--Mr. Elton's absence just
at this time was the very thing to be desired. She admired
him for contriving itthough not able to give him much credit
for the manner in which it was announced. Resentment could not
have been more plainly spoken than in a civility to her father
from which she was so pointedly excluded. She had not even a
share in his opening compliments.--Her name was not mentioned;--
and there was so striking a change in all thisand such an
ill-judged solemnity of leave-taking in his graceful acknowledgments
as she thoughtat firstcould not escape her father's suspicion.

It didhowever.--Her father was quite taken up with the surprize
of so sudden a journeyand his fears that Mr. Elton might never get
safely to the end of itand saw nothing extraordinary in his language.
It was a very useful notefor it supplied them with fresh matter
for thought and conversation during the rest of their lonely evening.
Mr. Woodhouse talked over his alarmsand Emma was in spirits
to persuade them away with all her usual promptitude.

She now resolved to keep Harriet no longer in the dark. She had
reason to believe her nearly recovered from her coldand it was
desirable that she should have as much time as possible for getting
the better of her other complaint before the gentleman's return.
She went to Mrs. Goddard's accordingly the very next dayto undergo
the necessary penance of communication; and a severe one it was.--
She had to destroy all the hopes which she had been so industriously
feeding--to appear in the ungracious character of the one preferred--
and acknowledge herself grossly mistaken and mis-judging in all her
ideas on one subjectall her observationsall her convictions
all her prophecies for the last six weeks.

The confession completely renewed her first shame--and the sight
of Harriet's tears made her think that she should never be in charity
with herself again.

Harriet bore the intelligence very well--blaming nobody--
and in every thing testifying such an ingenuousness of disposition
and lowly opinion of herselfas must appear with particular
advantage at that moment to her friend.

Emma was in the humour to value simplicity and modesty to the utmost;
and all that was amiableall that ought to be attaching
seemed on Harriet's sidenot her own. Harriet did not consider
herself as having any thing to complain of. The affection of such
a man as Mr. Elton would have been too great a distinction.--
She never could have deserved him--and nobody but so partial
and kind a friend as Miss Woodhouse would have thought it possible.

Her tears fell abundantly--but her grief was so truly artless
that no dignity could have made it more respectable in Emma's eyes--
and she listened to her and tried to console her with all her heart
and understanding--really for the time convinced that Harriet was
the superior creature of the two--and that to resemble her would
be more for her own welfare and happiness than all that genius or
intelligence could do.

It was rather too late in the day to set about being simple-minded
and ignorant; but she left her with every previous resolution
confirmed of being humble and discreetand repressing imagination
all the rest of her life. Her second duty nowinferior only to her
father's claimswas to promote Harriet's comfortand endeavour
to prove her own affection in some better method than by match-making.
She got her to Hartfieldand shewed her the most unvarying kindness
striving to occupy and amuse herand by books and conversation
to drive Mr. Elton from her thoughts.

Timeshe knewmust be allowed for this being thoroughly done; and she
could suppose herself but an indifferent judge of such matters in general
and very inadequate to sympathise in an attachment to Mr. Elton
in particular; but it seemed to her reasonable that at Harriet's age
and with the entire extinction of all hopesuch a progress might be
made towards a state of composure by the time of Mr. Elton's return
as to allow them all to meet again in the common routine of acquaintance
without any danger of betraying sentiments or increasing them.

Harriet did think him all perfectionand maintained the non-existence
of any body equal to him in person or goodness--and didin truth
prove herself more resolutely in love than Emma had foreseen;
but yet it appeared to her so naturalso inevitable to strive
against an inclination of that sort unrequitedthat she could not
comprehend its continuing very long in equal force.

If Mr. Eltonon his returnmade his own indifference as evident
and indubitable as she could not doubt he would anxiously do
she could not imagine Harriet's persisting to place her happiness
in the sight or the recollection of him.

Their being fixedso absolutely fixedin the same placewas bad
for eachfor all three. Not one of them had the power of removal
or of effecting any material change of society. They must encounter
each otherand make the best of it.

Harriet was farther unfortunate in the tone of her companions at
Mrs. Goddard's; Mr. Elton being the adoration of all the teachers
and great girls in the school; and it must be at Hartfield only
that she could have any chance of hearing him spoken of with cooling
moderation or repellent truth. Where the wound had been given
there must the cure be found if anywhere; and Emma felt that
till she saw her in the way of curethere could be no true peace
for herself.


Mr. Frank Churchill did not come. When the time proposed
drew nearMrs. Weston's fears were justified in the arrival
of a letter of excuse. For the presenthe could not be spared
to his "very great mortification and regret; but still he looked
forward with the hope of coming to Randalls at no distant period."

Mrs. Weston was exceedingly disappointed--much more disappointed
in factthan her husbandthough her dependence on seeing the
young man had been so much more sober: but a sanguine temper
though for ever expecting more good than occursdoes not
always pay for its hopes by any proportionate depression.
It soon flies over the present failureand begins to hope again.
For half an hour Mr. Weston was surprized and sorry; but then he

began to perceive that Frank's coming two or three months later
would be a much better plan; better time of year; better weather;
and that he would be ablewithout any doubtto stay considerably
longer with them than if he had come sooner.

These feelings rapidly restored his comfortwhile Mrs. Weston
of a more apprehensive dispositionforesaw nothing but a repetition
of excuses and delays; and after all her concern for what her husband
was to suffersuffered a great deal more herself.

Emma was not at this time in a state of spirits to care really
about Mr. Frank Churchill's not comingexcept as a disappointment
at Randalls. The acquaintance at present had no charm for her.
She wantedratherto be quietand out of temptation; but stillas it
was desirable that she should appearin generallike her usual self
she took care to express as much interest in the circumstance
and enter as warmly into Mr. and Mrs. Weston's disappointment
as might naturally belong to their friendship.

She was the first to announce it to Mr. Knightley; and exclaimed
quite as much as was necessary(orbeing acting a partperhaps
rather more) at the conduct of the Churchillsin keeping him away.
She then proceeded to say a good deal more than she feltof the
advantage of such an addition to their confined society in Surry;
the pleasure of looking at somebody new; the gala-day to Highbury entire
which the sight of him would have made; and ending with reflections
on the Churchills againfound herself directly involved in a
disagreement with Mr. Knightley; andto her great amusement
perceived that she was taking the other side of the question from her
real opinionand making use of Mrs. Weston's arguments against herself.

The Churchills are very likely in fault,said Mr. Knightley
coolly; "but I dare say he might come if he would."

I do not know why you should say so. He wishes exceedingly to come;
but his uncle and aunt will not spare him.

I cannot believe that he has not the power of coming, if he made
a point of it. It is too unlikely, for me to believe it without proof.

How odd you are! What has Mr. Frank Churchill done, to make you
suppose him such an unnatural creature?

I am not supposing him at all an unnatural creature, in suspecting
that he may have learnt to be above his connexions, and to care
very little for any thing but his own pleasure, from living with
those who have always set him the example of it. It is a great deal
more natural than one could wish, that a young man, brought up
by those who are proud, luxurious, and selfish, should be proud,
luxurious, and selfish too. If Frank Churchill had wanted to see
his father, he would have contrived it between September and January.
A man at his age--what is he?--three or four-and-twenty--cannot be
without the means of doing as much as that. It is impossible.

That's easily said, and easily felt by you, who have always
been your own master. You are the worst judge in the world,
Mr. Knightley, of the difficulties of dependence. You do not know
what it is to have tempers to manage.

It is not to be conceived that a man of three or four-and-twenty
should not have liberty of mind or limb to that amount. He cannot
want money--he cannot want leisure. We know, on the contrary,
that he has so much of both, that he is glad to get rid of them at
the idlest haunts in the kingdom. We hear of him for ever at some

watering-place or other. A little while ago, he was at Weymouth.
This proves that he can leave the Churchills.

Yes, sometimes he can.

And those times are whenever he thinks it worth his while;
whenever there is any temptation of pleasure.

It is very unfair to judge of any body's conduct, without an
intimate knowledge of their situation. Nobody, who has not been
in the interior of a family, can say what the difficulties
of any individual of that family may be. We ought to be
acquainted with Enscombe, and with Mrs. Churchill's temper,
before we pretend to decide upon what her nephew can do.
He may, at times, be able to do a great deal more than he can at others.

There is one thing, Emma, which a man can always do, if he chuses,
and that is, his duty; not by manoeuvring and finessing, but by vigour
and resolution. It is Frank Churchill's duty to pay this attention
to his father. He knows it to be so, by his promises and messages;
but if he wished to do it, it might be done. A man who felt rightly
would say at once, simply and resolutely, to Mrs. Churchill--
`Every sacrifice of mere pleasure you will always find me ready to make
to your convenience; but I must go and see my father immediately.
I know he would be hurt by my failing in such a mark of respect to him
on the present occasion. I shall, therefore, set off to-morrow.'--
If he would say so to her at once, in the tone of decision becoming
a man, there would be no opposition made to his going.

No,said Emmalaughing; "but perhaps there might be some made to his
coming back again. Such language for a young man entirely dependent
to use!--Nobody but youMr. Knightleywould imagine it possible.
But you have not an idea of what is requisite in situations directly
opposite to your own. Mr. Frank Churchill to be making such
a speech as that to the uncle and auntwho have brought him up
and are to provide for him!--Standing up in the middle of the room
I supposeand speaking as loud as he could!--How can you imagine
such conduct practicable?"

Depend upon it, Emma, a sensible man would find no difficulty in it.
He would feel himself in the right; and the declaration--made,
of course, as a man of sense would make it, in a proper manner--
would do him more good, raise him higher, fix his interest stronger
with the people he depended on, than all that a line of shifts
and expedients can ever do. Respect would be added to affection.
They would feel that they could trust him; that the nephew who had
done rightly by his father, would do rightly by them; for they know,
as well as he does, as well as all the world must know, that he
ought to pay this visit to his father; and while meanly exerting
their power to delay it, are in their hearts not thinking the better
of him for submitting to their whims. Respect for right conduct
is felt by every body. If he would act in this sort of manner,
on principle, consistently, regularly, their little minds would bend
to his.

I rather doubt that. You are very fond of bending little minds;
but where little minds belong to rich people in authority,
I think they have a knack of swelling out, till they are quite as
unmanageable as great ones. I can imagine, that if you, as you are,
Mr. Knightley, were to be transported and placed all at once in
Mr. Frank Churchill's situation, you would be able to say and do
just what you have been recommending for him; and it might have
a very good effect. The Churchills might not have a word to say
in return; but then, you would have no habits of early obedience

and long observance to break through. To him who has, it might
not be so easy to burst forth at once into perfect independence,
and set all their claims on his gratitude and regard at nought.
He may have as strong a sense of what would be right, as you can have,
without being so equal, under particular circumstances, to act up
to it.

Then it would not be so strong a sense. If it failed to produce
equal exertion, it could not be an equal conviction.

Oh, the difference of situation and habit! I wish you would try
to understand what an amiable young man may be likely to feel
in directly opposing those, whom as child and boy he has been
looking up to all his life.

Our amiable young man is a very weak young man, if this be the first
occasion of his carrying through a resolution to do right against
the will of others. It ought to have been a habit with him by
this time, of following his duty, instead of consulting expediency.
I can allow for the fears of the child, but not of the man.
As he became rational, he ought to have roused himself and shaken off
all that was unworthy in their authority. He ought to have opposed
the first attempt on their side to make him slight his father.
Had he begun as he ought, there would have been no difficulty now.

We shall never agree about him,cried Emma; "but that is
nothing extraordinary. I have not the least idea of his being
a weak young man: I feel sure that he is not. Mr. Weston would
not be blind to follythough in his own son; but he is very likely
to have a more yieldingcomplyingmild disposition than would suit
your notions of man's perfection. I dare say he has; and though
it may cut him off from some advantagesit will secure him many others."

Yes; all the advantages of sitting still when he ought to move,
and of leading a life of mere idle pleasure, and fancying himself
extremely expert in finding excuses for it. He can sit down and
write a fine flourishing letter, full of professions and falsehoods,
and persuade himself that he has hit upon the very best method
in the world of preserving peace at home and preventing his father's
having any right to complain. His letters disgust me.

Your feelings are singular. They seem to satisfy every body else.

I suspect they do not satisfy Mrs. Weston. They hardly can
satisfy a woman of her good sense and quick feelings: standing in
a mother's place, but without a mother's affection to blind her.
It is on her account that attention to Randalls is doubly due,
and she must doubly feel the omission. Had she been a person
of consequence herself, he would have come I dare say; and it would
not have signified whether he did or no. Can you think your friend
behindhand in these sort of considerations? Do you suppose she
does not often say all this to herself? No, Emma, your amiable
young man can be amiable only in French, not in English. He may be
very `aimable,' have very good manners, and be very agreeable; but he
can have no English delicacy towards the feelings of other people:
nothing really amiable about him.

You seem determined to think ill of him.

Me!--not at all,replied Mr. Knightleyrather displeased; "I do
not want to think ill of him. I should be as ready to acknowledge
his merits as any other man; but I hear of noneexcept what are
merely personal; that he is well-grown and good-lookingwith smooth
plausible manners."

Well, if he have nothing else to recommend him, he will be a
treasure at Highbury. We do not often look upon fine young men,
well-bred and agreeable. We must not be nice and ask for all
the virtues into the bargain. Cannot you imagine, Mr. Knightley,
what a sensation his coming will produce? There will be but one subject
throughout the parishes of Donwell and Highbury; but one interest--
one object of curiosity; it will be all Mr. Frank Churchill;
we shall think and speak of nobody else.

You will excuse my being so much over-powered. If I find him
conversable, I shall be glad of his acquaintance; but if he is only
a chattering coxcomb, he will not occupy much of my time or thoughts.

My idea of him is, that he can adapt his conversation to the taste
of every body, and has the power as well as the wish of being
universally agreeable. To you, he will talk of farming; to me,
of drawing or music; and so on to every body, having that general
information on all subjects which will enable him to follow the lead,
or take the lead, just as propriety may require, and to speak
extremely well on each; that is my idea of him.

And mine,said Mr. Knightley warmlyis, that if he turn out any
thing like it, he will be the most insufferable fellow breathing!
What! at three-and-twenty to be the king of his company--the great man--
the practised politician, who is to read every body's character,
and make every body's talents conduce to the display of his
own superiority; to be dispensing his flatteries around, that he
may make all appear like fools compared with himself! My dear Emma,
your own good sense could not endure such a puppy when it came
to the point.

I will say no more about him,cried Emmayou turn every
thing to evil. We are both prejudiced; you against, I for him;
and we have no chance of agreeing till he is really here.

Prejudiced! I am not prejudiced.

But I am very much, and without being at all ashamed of it.
My love for Mr. and Mrs. Weston gives me a decided prejudice in
his favour.

He is a person I never think of from one month's end to another,
said Mr. Knightleywith a degree of vexationwhich made Emma
immediately talk of something elsethough she could not comprehend
why he should be angry.

To take a dislike to a young manonly because he appeared to be
of a different disposition from himselfwas unworthy the real
liberality of mind which she was always used to acknowledge in him;
for with all the high opinion of himselfwhich she had often laid
to his chargeshe had never before for a moment supposed it could
make him unjust to the merit of another.



Emma and Harriet had been walking together one morningand
in Emma's opinionhad been talking enough of Mr. Elton for that day.
She could not think that Harriet's solace or her own sins required more;
and she was therefore industriously getting rid of the subject
as they returned;--but it burst out again when she thought she
had succeededand after speaking some time of what the poor must
suffer in winterand receiving no other answer than a very plaintive--
Mr. Elton is so good to the poor!she found something else must be done.

They were just approaching the house where lived Mrs. and Miss Bates.
She determined to call upon them and seek safety in numbers.
There was always sufficient reason for such an attention; Mrs. and
Miss Bates loved to be called onand she knew she was considered
by the very few who presumed ever to see imperfection in her
as rather negligent in that respectand as not contributing what she
ought to the stock of their scanty comforts.

She had had many a hint from Mr. Knightley and some from her own heart
as to her deficiency--but none were equal to counteract the persuasion
of its being very disagreeable--a waste of time--tiresome women--
and all the horror of being in danger of falling in with the second-rate
and third-rate of Highburywho were calling on them for ever
and therefore she seldom went near them. But now she made the sudden
resolution of not passing their door without going in--observing
as she proposed it to Harrietthatas well as she could calculate
they were just now quite safe from any letter from Jane Fairfax.

The house belonged to people in business. Mrs. and Miss Bates occupied
the drawing-room floor; and therein the very moderate-sized apartment
which was every thing to themthe visitors were most cordially
and even gratefully welcomed; the quiet neat old ladywho with her
knitting was seated in the warmest cornerwanting even to give up
her place to Miss Woodhouseand her more activetalking daughter
almost ready to overpower them with care and kindnessthanks for
their visitsolicitude for their shoesanxious inquiries after
Mr. Woodhouse's healthcheerful communications about her mother's
and sweet-cake from the beaufet--"Mrs. Cole had just been there
just called in for ten minutesand had been so good as to sit an
hour with themand she had taken a piece of cake and been so kind
as to say she liked it very much; andthereforeshe hoped Miss
Woodhouse and Miss Smith would do them the favour to eat a piece too."

The mention of the Coles was sure to be followed by that of Mr. Elton.
There was intimacy between themand Mr. Cole had heard from
Mr. Elton since his going away. Emma knew what was coming; they must
have the letter over againand settle how long he had been gone
and how much he was engaged in companyand what a favourite he
was wherever he wentand how full the Master of the Ceremonies'
ball had been; and she went through it very wellwith all the
interest and all the commendation that could be requisiteand always
putting forward to prevent Harriet's being obliged to say a word.

This she had been prepared for when she entered the house;
but meanthaving once talked him handsomely overto be no farther
incommoded by any troublesome topicand to wander at large amongst
all the Mistresses and Misses of Highburyand their card-parties.
She had not been prepared to have Jane Fairfax succeed Mr. Elton;
but he was actually hurried off by Miss Batesshe jumped away
from him at last abruptly to the Colesto usher in a letter from
her niece.

Oh! yes--Mr. Elton, I understand--certainly as to dancing--
Mrs. Cole was telling me that dancing at the rooms at Bath was--
Mrs. Cole was so kind as to sit some time with us, talking of Jane;

for as soon as she came in, she began inquiring after her,
Jane is so very great a favourite there. Whenever she is with us,
Mrs. Cole does not know how to shew her kindness enough;
and I must say that Jane deserves it as much as any body can.
And so she began inquiring after her directly, saying, `I know you
cannot have heard from Jane lately, because it is not her time
for writing;' and when I immediately said, `But indeed we have,
we had a letter this very morning,' I do not know that I ever saw
any body more surprized. `Have you, upon your honour?' said she;
`well, that is quite unexpected. Do let me hear what she says.'

Emma's politeness was at hand directlyto saywith smiling interest--

Have you heard from Miss Fairfax so lately? I am extremely happy.
I hope she is well?

Thank you. You are so kind!replied the happily deceived aunt
while eagerly hunting for the letter.--"Oh! here it is. I was sure
it could not be far off; but I had put my huswife upon ityou see
without being awareand so it was quite hidbut I had it in my hand
so very lately that I was almost sure it must be on the table.
I was reading it to Mrs. Coleand since she went awayI was
reading it again to my motherfor it is such a pleasure to her--
a letter from Jane--that she can never hear it often enough;
so I knew it could not be far offand here it isonly just under
my huswife--and since you are so kind as to wish to hear what
she says;--butfirst of allI really mustin justice to Jane
apologise for her writing so short a letter--only two pages you see--
hardly two--and in general she fills the whole paper and crosses half.
My mother often wonders that I can make it out so well.
She often sayswhen the letter is first opened`WellHetty
now I think you will be put to it to make out all that checker-work'--
don't youma'am?--And then I tell herI am sure she would contrive
to make it out herselfif she had nobody to do it for her--
every word of it--I am sure she would pore over it till she had
made out every word. Andindeedthough my mother's eyes are not
so good as they wereshe can see amazingly well stillthank God!
with the help of spectacles. It is such a blessing! My mother's
are really very good indeed. Jane often sayswhen she is here
`I am suregrandmamayou must have had very strong eyes to see
as you do--and so much fine work as you have done too!--I only wish
my eyes may last me as well.'"

All this spoken extremely fast obliged Miss Bates to stop for breath;
and Emma said something very civil about the excellence of Miss
Fairfax's handwriting.

You are extremely kind,replied Miss Bateshighly gratified;
you who are such a judge, and write so beautifully yourself.
I am sure there is nobody's praise that could give us so much pleasure
as Miss Woodhouse's. My mother does not hear; she is a little deaf
you know. Ma'am,addressing herdo you hear what Miss Woodhouse
is so obliging to say about Jane's handwriting?

And Emma had the advantage of hearing her own silly compliment
repeated twice over before the good old lady could comprehend it.
She was ponderingin the meanwhileupon the possibilitywithout seeming
very rudeof making her escape from Jane Fairfax's letterand had
almost resolved on hurrying away directly under some slight excuse
when Miss Bates turned to her again and seized her attention.

My mother's deafness is very trifling you see--just nothing at all.
By only raising my voice, and saying any thing two or three times over,
she is sure to hear; but then she is used to my voice. But it is very

remarkable that she should always hear Jane better than she does me.
Jane speaks so distinct! However, she will not find her grandmama
at all deafer than she was two years ago; which is saying a great
deal at my mother's time of life--and it really is full two years,
you know, since she was here. We never were so long without seeing
her before, and as I was telling Mrs. Cole, we shall hardly know
how to make enough of her now.

Are you expecting Miss Fairfax here soon?

Oh yes; next week.

Indeed!--that must be a very great pleasure.

Thank you. You are very kind. Yes, next week. Every body is
so surprized; and every body says the same obliging things. I am
sure she will be as happy to see her friends at Highbury, as they
can be to see her. Yes, Friday or Saturday; she cannot say which,
because Colonel Campbell will be wanting the carriage himself one
of those days. So very good of them to send her the whole way!
But they always do, you know. Oh yes, Friday or Saturday next.
That is what she writes about. That is the reason of her writing out
of rule, as we call it; for, in the common course, we should not have
heard from her before next Tuesday or Wednesday.

Yes, so I imagined. I was afraid there could be little chance
of my hearing any thing of Miss Fairfax to-day.

So obliging of you! No, we should not have heard, if it had not
been for this particular circumstance, of her being to come here
so soon. My mother is so delighted!--for she is to be three months
with us at least. Three months, she says so, positively, as I
am going to have the pleasure of reading to you. The case is,
you see, that the Campbells are going to Ireland. Mrs. Dixon has
persuaded her father and mother to come over and see her directly.
They had not intended to go over till the summer, but she is so
impatient to see them again--for till she married, last October,
she was never away from them so much as a week, which must make
it very strange to be in different kingdoms, I was going to say,
but however different countries, and so she wrote a very urgent letter
to her mother--or her father, I declare I do not know which it was,
but we shall see presently in Jane's letter--wrote in Mr. Dixon's
name as well as her own, to press their coming over directly,
and they would give them the meeting in Dublin, and take them back
to their country seat, Baly-craig, a beautiful place, I fancy.
Jane has heard a great deal of its beauty; from Mr. Dixon, I mean-I
do not know that she ever heard about it from any body else;
but it was very natural, you know, that he should like to speak
of his own place while he was paying his addresses--and as Jane used
to be very often walking out with them--for Colonel and Mrs. Campbell
were very particular about their daughter's not walking out
often with only Mr. Dixon, for which I do not at all blame them;
of course she heard every thing he might be telling Miss Campbell
about his own home in Ireland; and I think she wrote us word
that he had shewn them some drawings of the place, views that he
had taken himself. He is a most amiable, charming young man,
I believe. Jane was quite longing to go to Ireland, from his account
of things.

At this momentan ingenious and animating suspicion entering
Emma's brain with regard to Jane Fairfaxthis charming Mr. Dixon
and the not going to Irelandshe saidwith the insidious design
of farther discovery

You must feel it very fortunate that Miss Fairfax should be allowed
to come to you at such a time. Considering the very particular
friendship between her and Mrs. Dixon, you could hardly have expected
her to be excused from accompanying Colonel and Mrs. Campbell.

Very true, very true, indeed. The very thing that we have always
been rather afraid of; for we should not have liked to have her
at such a distance from us, for months together--not able to come
if any thing was to happen. But you see, every thing turns out
for the best. They want her (Mr. and Mrs. Dixon) excessively to
come over with Colonel and Mrs. Campbell; quite depend upon it;
nothing can be more kind or pressing than their joint invitation,
Jane says, as you will hear presently; Mr. Dixon does not seem in the
least backward in any attention. He is a most charming young man.
Ever since the service he rendered Jane at Weymouth, when they were
out in that party on the water, and she, by the sudden whirling
round of something or other among the sails, would have been dashed
into the sea at once, and actually was all but gone, if he had not,
with the greatest presence of mind, caught hold of her habit--
(I can never think of it without trembling!)--But ever since we
had the history of that day, I have been so fond of Mr. Dixon!

But, in spite of all her friends' urgency, and her own wish
of seeing Ireland, Miss Fairfax prefers devoting the time to you
and Mrs. Bates?

Yes--entirely her own doing, entirely her own choice; and Colonel
and Mrs. Campbell think she does quite right, just what they
should recommend; and indeed they particularly wish her to try
her native air, as she has not been quite so well as usual lately.

I am concerned to hear of it. I think they judge wisely.
But Mrs. Dixon must be very much disappointed. Mrs. Dixon,
I understand, has no remarkable degree of personal beauty; is not,
by any means, to be compared with Miss Fairfax.

Oh! no. You are very obliging to say such things--but certainly not.
There is no comparison between them. Miss Campbell always was
absolutely plain--but extremely elegant and amiable.

Yes, that of course.

Jane caught a bad cold, poor thing! so long ago as the 7th
of November, (as I am going to read to you,) and has never been
well since. A long time, is not it, for a cold to hang upon her?
She never mentioned it before, because she would not alarm us.
Just like her! so considerate!--But however, she is so far from well,
that her kind friends the Campbells think she had better come home,
and try an air that always agrees with her; and they have no doubt
that three or four months at Highbury will entirely cure her--
and it is certainly a great deal better that she should come here,
than go to Ireland, if she is unwell. Nobody could nurse her, as we
should do.

It appears to me the most desirable arrangement in the world.

And so she is to come to us next Friday or Saturday, and the
Campbells leave town in their way to Holyhead the Monday following--
as you will find from Jane's letter. So sudden!--You may guess,
dear Miss Woodhouse, what a flurry it has thrown me in!
If it was not for the drawback of her illness--but I am afraid
we must expect to see her grown thin, and looking very poorly.
I must tell you what an unlucky thing happened to me, as to that.
I always make a point of reading Jane's letters through to myself first,

before I read them aloud to my mother, you know, for fear of there
being any thing in them to distress her. Jane desired me to do it,
so I always do: and so I began to-day with my usual caution;
but no sooner did I come to the mention of her being unwell, than I
burst out, quite frightened, with `Bless me! poor Jane is ill!'--
which my mother, being on the watch, heard distinctly, and was sadly
alarmed at. However, when I read on, I found it was not near so bad
as I had fancied at first; and I make so light of it now to her,
that she does not think much about it. But I cannot imagine
how I could be so off my guard. If Jane does not get well soon,
we will call in Mr. Perry. The expense shall not be thought of;
and though he is so liberal, and so fond of Jane that I dare say
he would not mean to charge any thing for attendance, we could not
suffer it to be so, you know. He has a wife and family to maintain,
and is not to be giving away his time. Well, now I have just given you
a hint of what Jane writes about, we will turn to her letter, and I am
sure she tells her own story a great deal better than I can tell it
for her.

I am afraid we must be running away,said Emmaglancing at Harriet
and beginning to rise--"My father will be expecting us.
I had no intentionI thought I had no power of staying more than
five minuteswhen I first entered the house. I merely called
because I would not pass the door without inquiring after Mrs. Bates;
but I have been so pleasantly detained! Nowhoweverwe must wish
you and Mrs. Bates good morning."

And not all that could be urged to detain her succeeded.
She regained the street--happy in thisthat though much had been
forced on her against her willthough she had in fact heard
the whole substance of Jane Fairfax's lettershe had been able
to escape the letter itself.


Jane Fairfax was an orphanthe only child of Mrs. Bates's
youngest daughter.

The marriage of Lieut. Fairfax of the _______ regiment of infantry
and Miss Jane Bateshad had its day of fame and pleasure
hope and interest; but nothing now remained of itsave the melancholy
remembrance of him dying in action abroad--of his widow sinking
under consumption and grief soon afterwards--and this girl.

By birth she belonged to Highbury: and when at three years old
on losing her mothershe became the propertythe charge
the consolationthe fondling of her grandmother and auntthere had
seemed every probability of her being permanently fixed there;
of her being taught only what very limited means could command
and growing up with no advantages of connexion or improvement
to be engrafted on what nature had given her in a pleasing person
good understandingand warm-heartedwell-meaning relations.

But the compassionate feelings of a friend of her father gave
a change to her destiny. This was Colonel Campbellwho had
very highly regarded Fairfaxas an excellent officer and most
deserving young man; and fartherhad been indebted to him for
such attentionsduring a severe camp-feveras he believed had saved
his life. These were claims which he did not learn to overlook
though some years passed away from the death of poor Fairfax
before his own return to England put any thing in his power.

When he did returnhe sought out the child and took notice of her.
He was a married manwith only one living childa girl
about Jane's age: and Jane became their guestpaying them long visits
and growing a favourite with all; and before she was nine years old
his daughter's great fondness for herand his own wish of being
a real friendunited to produce an offer from Colonel Campbell
of undertaking the whole charge of her education. It was accepted;
and from that period Jane had belonged to Colonel Campbell's family
and had lived with them entirelyonly visiting her grandmother
from time to time.

The plan was that she should be brought up for educating others;
the very few hundred pounds which she inherited from her father
making independence impossible. To provide for her otherwise
was out of Colonel Campbell's power; for though his incomeby pay
and appointmentswas handsomehis fortune was moderate and must
be all his daughter's; butby giving her an educationhe hoped
to be supplying the means of respectable subsistence hereafter.

Such was Jane Fairfax's history. She had fallen into good hands
known nothing but kindness from the Campbellsand been given
an excellent education. Living constantly with right-minded
and well-informed peopleher heart and understanding had received
every advantage of discipline and culture; and Colonel Campbell's
residence being in Londonevery lighter talent had been done
full justice toby the attendance of first-rate masters.
Her disposition and abilities were equally worthy of all that
friendship could do; and at eighteen or nineteen she wasas far
as such an early age can be qualified for the care of children
fully competent to the office of instruction herself; but she
was too much beloved to be parted with. Neither father nor mother
could promoteand the daughter could not endure it. The evil day
was put off. It was easy to decide that she was still too young;
and Jane remained with themsharingas another daughterin all
the rational pleasures of an elegant societyand a judicious
mixture of home and amusementwith only the drawback of the future
the sobering suggestions of her own good understanding to remind
her that all this might soon be over.

The affection of the whole familythe warm attachment of Miss
Campbell in particularwas the more honourable to each party
from the circumstance of Jane's decided superiority both in beauty
and acquirements. That nature had given it in feature could not
be unseen by the young womannor could her higher powers of mind
be unfelt by the parents. They continued together with unabated
regard howevertill the marriage of Miss Campbellwho by that chance
that luck which so often defies anticipation in matrimonial affairs
giving attraction to what is moderate rather than to what is superior
engaged the affections of Mr. Dixona young manrich and agreeable
almost as soon as they were acquainted; and was eligibly
and happily settledwhile Jane Fairfax had yet her bread to earn.

This event had very lately taken place; too lately for any thing to be
yet attempted by her less fortunate friend towards entering on her path
of duty; though she had now reached the age which her own judgment
had fixed on for beginning. She had long resolved that one-and-twenty
should be the period. With the fortitude of a devoted novitiate
she had resolved at one-and-twenty to complete the sacrifice
and retire from all the pleasures of lifeof rational intercourse
equal societypeace and hopeto penance and mortification for ever.

The good sense of Colonel and Mrs. Campbell could not oppose such
a resolutionthough their feelings did. As long as they lived
no exertions would be necessarytheir home might be hers for ever;

and for their own comfort they would have retained her wholly;
but this would be selfishness:--what must be at lasthad better
be soon. Perhaps they began to feel it might have been kinder
and wiser to have resisted the temptation of any delayand spared
her from a taste of such enjoyments of ease and leisure as must
now be relinquished. Stillhoweveraffection was glad to catch
at any reasonable excuse for not hurrying on the wretched moment.
She had never been quite well since the time of their daughter's marriage;
and till she should have completely recovered her usual strength
they must forbid her engaging in dutieswhichso far from being
compatible with a weakened frame and varying spiritsseemed
under the most favourable circumstancesto require something
more than human perfection of body and mind to be discharged with
tolerable comfort.

With regard to her not accompanying them to Irelandher account
to her aunt contained nothing but truththough there might be some
truths not told. It was her own choice to give the time of their
absence to Highbury; to spendperhapsher last months of perfect
liberty with those kind relations to whom she was so very dear:
and the Campbellswhatever might be their motive or motives
whether singleor doubleor treblegave the arrangement
their ready sanctionand saidthat they depended more on a few
months spent in her native airfor the recovery of her health
than on any thing else. Certain it was that she was to come;
and that Highburyinstead of welcoming that perfect novelty which
had been so long promised it--Mr. Frank Churchill--must put up for
the present with Jane Fairfaxwho could bring only the freshness
of a two years' absence.

Emma was sorry;--to have to pay civilities to a person she did
not like through three long months!--to be always doing more than
she wishedand less than she ought! Why she did not like Jane
Fairfax might be a difficult question to answer; Mr. Knightley
had once told her it was because she saw in her the really
accomplished young womanwhich she wanted to be thought herself;
and though the accusation had been eagerly refuted at the time
there were moments of self-examination in which her conscience could
not quite acquit her. But "she could never get acquainted with her:
she did not know how it wasbut there was such coldness and reserve-such
apparent indifference whether she pleased or not--and then
her aunt was such an eternal talker!--and she was made such a fuss
with by every body!--and it had been always imagined that they were
to be so intimate--because their ages were the sameevery body had
supposed they must be so fond of each other." These were her reasons-she
had no better.

It was a dislike so little just--every imputed fault was so magnified
by fancythat she never saw Jane Fairfax the first time after any
considerable absencewithout feeling that she had injured her;
and nowwhen the due visit was paidon her arrivalafter a two years'
intervalshe was particularly struck with the very appearance
and mannerswhich for those two whole years she had been depreciating.
Jane Fairfax was very elegantremarkably elegant; and she had
herself the highest value for elegance. Her height was pretty
just such as almost every body would think talland nobody could
think very tall; her figure particularly graceful; her size a most
becoming mediumbetween fat and thinthough a slight appearance
of ill-health seemed to point out the likeliest evil of the two.
Emma could not but feel all this; and thenher face--her features-there
was more beauty in them altogether than she had remembered;
it was not regularbut it was very pleasing beauty. Her eyes
a deep greywith dark eye-lashes and eyebrowshad never been denied
their praise; but the skinwhich she had been used to cavil at

as wanting colourhad a clearness and delicacy which really needed
no fuller bloom. It was a style of beautyof which elegance
was the reigning characterand as suchshe mustin honour
by all her principlesadmire it:--elegancewhichwhether of person
or of mindshe saw so little in Highbury. Therenot to be vulgar
was distinctionand merit.

In shortshe satduring the first visitlooking at Jane Fairfax
with twofold complacency; the sense of pleasure and the sense
of rendering justiceand was determining that she would dislike
her no longer. When she took in her historyindeedher situation
as well as her beauty; when she considered what all this elegance
was destined towhat she was going to sink fromhow she was going
to liveit seemed impossible to feel any thing but compassion
and respect; especiallyif to every well-known particular entitling
her to interestwere added the highly probable circumstance
of an attachment to Mr. Dixonwhich she had so naturally started
to herself. In that casenothing could be more pitiable
or more honourable than the sacrifices she had resolved on.
Emma was very willing now to acquit her of having seduced
Mr. Dixon's actions from his wifeor of any thing mischievous
which her imagination had suggested at first. If it were love
it might be simplesinglesuccessless love on her side alone.
She might have been unconsciously sucking in the sad poison
while a sharer of his conversation with her friend; and from the best
the purest of motivesmight now be denying herself this visit
to Irelandand resolving to divide herself effectually from
him and his connexions by soon beginning her career of laborious duty.

Upon the wholeEmma left her with such softenedcharitable feelings
as made her look around in walking homeand lament that Highbury
afforded no young man worthy of giving her independence;
nobody that she could wish to scheme about for her.

These were charming feelings--but not lasting. Before she had
committed herself by any public profession of eternal friendship for
Jane Fairfaxor done more towards a recantation of past prejudices
and errorsthan saying to Mr. KnightleyShe certainly is handsome;
she is better than handsome!Jane had spent an evening at Hartfield
with her grandmother and auntand every thing was relapsing much
into its usual state. Former provocations reappeared. The aunt
was as tiresome as ever; more tiresomebecause anxiety for her
health was now added to admiration of her powers; and they had to
listen to the description of exactly how little bread and butter
she ate for breakfastand how small a slice of mutton for dinner
as well as to see exhibitions of new caps and new workbags for her
mother and herself; and Jane's offences rose again. They had music;
Emma was obliged to play; and the thanks and praise which necessarily
followed appeared to her an affectation of candouran air
of greatnessmeaning only to shew off in higher style her own very
superior performance. She wasbesideswhich was the worst of all
so coldso cautious! There was no getting at her real opinion.
Wrapt up in a cloak of politenessshe seemed determined
to hazard nothing. She was disgustinglywas suspiciously reserved.

If any thing could be morewhere all was mostshe was more
reserved on the subject of Weymouth and the Dixons than any thing.
She seemed bent on giving no real insight into Mr. Dixon's character
or her own value for his companyor opinion of the suitableness
of the match. It was all general approbation and smoothness;
nothing delineated or distinguished. It did her no service however.
Her caution was thrown away. Emma saw its artificeand returned
to her first surmises. There probably was something more to conceal
than her own preference; Mr. Dixonperhapshad been very near

changing one friend for the otheror been fixed only to Miss Campbell
for the sake of the future twelve thousand pounds.

The like reserve prevailed on other topics. She and Mr. Frank Churchill
had been at Weymouth at the same time. It was known that they were
a little acquainted; but not a syllable of real information could Emma
procure as to what he truly was. "Was he handsome?"--"She believed
he was reckoned a very fine young man." "Was he agreeable?"-"
He was generally thought so." "Did he appear a sensible young man;
a young man of information?"--"At a watering-placeor in a common
London acquaintanceit was difficult to decide on such points.
Manners were all that could be safely judged ofunder a much longer
knowledge than they had yet had of Mr. Churchill. She believed
every body found his manners pleasing." Emma could not forgive her.


Emma could not forgive her;--but as neither provocation nor resentment
were discerned by Mr. Knightleywho had been of the partyand had
seen only proper attention and pleasing behaviour on each side
he was expressing the next morningbeing at Hartfield again on
business with Mr. Woodhousehis approbation of the whole; not so
openly as he might have done had her father been out of the room
but speaking plain enough to be very intelligible to Emma.
He had been used to think her unjust to Janeand had now great
pleasure in marking an improvement.

A very pleasant evening,he beganas soon as Mr. Woodhouse
had been talked into what was necessarytold that he understood
and the papers swept away;--"particularly pleasant. You and Miss
Fairfax gave us some very good music. I do not know a more
luxurious statesirthan sitting at one's ease to be entertained
a whole evening by two such young women; sometimes with music
and sometimes with conversation. I am sure Miss Fairfax must
have found the evening pleasantEmma. You left nothing undone.
I was glad you made her play so muchfor having no instrument
at her grandmother'sit must have been a real indulgence."

I am happy you approved,said Emmasmiling; "but I hope I am
not often deficient in what is due to guests at Hartfield."

No, my dear,said her father instantly; "that I am sure you
are not. There is nobody half so attentive and civil as you are.
If any thingyou are too attentive. The muffin last night--if it
had been handed round onceI think it would have been enough."

No,said Mr. Knightleynearly at the same time; "you are not
often deficient; not often deficient either in manner or comprehension.
I think you understand metherefore."

An arch look expressed--"I understand you well enough;" but she
said onlyMiss Fairfax is reserved.

I always told you she was--a little; but you will soon overcome
all that part of her reserve which ought to be overcome, all that
has its foundation in diffidence. What arises from discretion
must be honoured.

You think her diffident. I do not see it.

My dear Emma,said hemoving from his chair into one close

by heryou are not going to tell me, I hope, that you
had not a pleasant evening.

Oh! no; I was pleased with my own perseverance in asking questions;
and amused to think how little information I obtained.

I am disappointed,was his only answer.

I hope every body had a pleasant evening,said Mr. Woodhouse
in his quiet way. "I had. OnceI felt the fire rather too much;
but then I moved back my chair a littlea very littleand it did
not disturb me. Miss Bates was very chatty and good-humoured
as she always isthough she speaks rather too quick. However
she is very agreeableand Mrs. Bates tooin a different way.
I like old friends; and Miss Jane Fairfax is a very pretty sort of
young ladya very pretty and a very well-behaved young lady indeed.
She must have found the evening agreeableMr. Knightleybecause she
had Emma."

True, sir; and Emma, because she had Miss Fairfax.

Emma saw his anxietyand wishing to appease itat least for
the presentsaidand with a sincerity which no one could question--

She is a sort of elegant creature that one cannot keep one's eyes from.
I am always watching her to admire; and I do pity her from my heart.

Mr. Knightley looked as if he were more gratified than he cared
to express; and before he could make any replyMr. Woodhouse
whose thoughts were on the Bates'ssaid--

It is a great pity that their circumstances should be so confined!
a great pity indeed! and I have often wished--but it is so little one
can venture to do--small, trifling presents, of any thing uncommon--
Now we have killed a porker, and Emma thinks of sending them
a loin or a leg; it is very small and delicate--Hartfield pork is
not like any other pork--but still it is pork--and, my dear Emma,
unless one could be sure of their making it into steaks, nicely fried,
as ours are fried, without the smallest grease, and not roast it,
for no stomach can bear roast pork--I think we had better send the leg--
do not you think so, my dear?

My dear papa, I sent the whole hind-quarter. I knew you would wish it.
There will be the leg to be salted, you know, which is so very nice,
and the loin to be dressed directly in any manner they like.

That's right, my dear, very right. I had not thought of it before,
but that is the best way. They must not over-salt the leg; and then,
if it is not over-salted, and if it is very thoroughly boiled,
just as Serle boils ours, and eaten very moderately of, with a
boiled turnip, and a little carrot or parsnip, I do not consider
it unwholesome.

Emma,said Mr. Knightley presentlyI have a piece of news for you.
You like news--and I heard an article in my way hither that I think
will interest you.

News! Oh! yes, I always like news. What is it?--why do you
smile so?--where did you hear it?--at Randalls?

He had time only to say

No, not at Randalls; I have not been near Randalls,when the door
was thrown openand Miss Bates and Miss Fairfax walked into the room.

Full of thanksand full of newsMiss Bates knew not which to
give quickest. Mr. Knightley soon saw that he had lost his moment
and that not another syllable of communication could rest with him.

Oh! my dear sir, how are you this morning? My dear Miss Woodhouse--
I come quite over-powered. Such a beautiful hind-quarter of pork!
You are too bountiful! Have you heard the news? Mr. Elton is going
to be married.

Emma had not had time even to think of Mr. Eltonand she was
so completely surprized that she could not avoid a little start
and a little blushat the sound.

There is my news:--I thought it would interest you,
said Mr. Knightleywith a smile which implied a conviction
of some part of what had passed between them.

But where could you hear it?cried Miss Bates. "Where could
you possibly hear itMr. Knightley? For it is not five minutes
since I received Mrs. Cole's note--noit cannot be more than five--
or at least ten--for I had got my bonnet and spencer onjust ready
to come out--I was only gone down to speak to Patty again about
the pork--Jane was standing in the passage--were not youJane?--
for my mother was so afraid that we had not any salting-pan
large enough. So I said I would go down and seeand Jane said
`Shall I go down instead? for I think you have a little cold
and Patty has been washing the kitchen.'--`Oh! my dear'
said I--welland just then came the note. A Miss Hawkins--
that's all I know. A Miss Hawkins of Bath. ButMr. Knightley
how could you possibly have heard it? for the very moment Mr. Cole
told Mrs. Cole of itshe sat down and wrote to me. A Miss Hawkins--"

I was with Mr. Cole on business an hour and a half ago.
He had just read Elton's letter as I was shewn in, and handed it
to me directly.

Well! that is quite--I suppose there never was a piece of news more
generally interesting. My dear sir, you really are too bountiful.
My mother desires her very best compliments and regards, and a
thousand thanks, and says you really quite oppress her.

We consider our Hartfield pork,replied Mr. Woodhouse--"indeed it
certainly isso very superior to all other porkthat Emma and I
cannot have a greater pleasure than---"

Oh! my dear sir, as my mother says, our friends are only too good
to us. If ever there were people who, without having great wealth
themselves, had every thing they could wish for, I am sure it is us.
We may well say that `our lot is cast in a goodly heritage.'
Well, Mr. Knightley, and so you actually saw the letter; well--

It was short--merely to announce--but cheerful, exulting, of course.--
Here was a sly glance at Emma. "He had been so fortunate as to--
I forget the precise words--one has no business to remember them.
The information wasas you statethat he was going to be married
to a Miss Hawkins. By his styleI should imagine it just settled."

Mr. Elton going to be married!said Emmaas soon as she could speak.
He will have every body's wishes for his happiness.

He is very young to settle,was Mr. Woodhouse's observation.
He had better not be in a hurry. He seemed to me very well off
as he was. We were always glad to see him at Hartfield.

A new neighbour for us all, Miss Woodhouse!said Miss Bates
joyfully; "my mother is so pleased!--she says she cannot
bear to have the poor old Vicarage without a mistress.
This is great newsindeed. Janeyou have never seen
Mr. Elton!--no wonder that you have such a curiosity to see him."

Jane's curiosity did not appear of that absorbing nature as wholly
to occupy her.

No--I have never seen Mr. Elton,she repliedstarting on this appeal;
is he--is he a tall man?

Who shall answer that question?cried Emma. "My father would
say `yes' Mr. Knightley `no;' and Miss Bates and I that he is
just the happy medium. When you have been here a little longer
Miss Fairfaxyou will understand that Mr. Elton is the standard
of perfection in Highburyboth in person and mind."

Very true, Miss Woodhouse, so she will. He is the very best
young man--But, my dear Jane, if you remember, I told you yesterday
he was precisely the height of Mr. Perry. Miss Hawkins,--I dare say,
an excellent young woman. His extreme attention to my mother--
wanting her to sit in the vicarage pew, that she might hear the better,
for my mother is a little deaf, you know--it is not much, but she
does not hear quite quick. Jane says that Colonel Campbell is a
little deaf. He fancied bathing might be good for it--the warm bath--
but she says it did him no lasting benefit. Colonel Campbell,
you know, is quite our angel. And Mr. Dixon seems a very charming
young man, quite worthy of him. It is such a happiness when good
people get together--and they always do. Now, here will be Mr. Elton
and Miss Hawkins; and there are the Coles, such very good people;
and the Perrys--I suppose there never was a happier or a better couple
than Mr. and Mrs. Perry. I say, sir,turning to Mr. Woodhouse
I think there are few places with such society as Highbury.
I always say, we are quite blessed in our neighbours.--My dear sir,
if there is one thing my mother loves better than another, it is pork--
a roast loin of pork--

As to who, or what Miss Hawkins is, or how long he has been
acquainted with her,said Emmanothing I suppose can be known.
One feels that it cannot be a very long acquaintance. He has been
gone only four weeks.

Nobody had any information to give; andafter a few more wonderings
Emma said

You are silent, Miss Fairfax--but I hope you mean to take
an interest in this news. You, who have been hearing and seeing
so much of late on these subjects, who must have been so deep
in the business on Miss Campbell's account--we shall not excuse
your being indifferent about Mr. Elton and Miss Hawkins.

When I have seen Mr. Elton,replied Jane I dare say I
shall be interested--but I believe it requires that with me.
And as it is some months since Miss Campbell married, the impression
may be a little worn off.

Yes, he has been gone just four weeks, as you observe, Miss Woodhouse,
said Miss Batesfour weeks yesterday.--A Miss Hawkins!--Well, I had
always rather fancied it would be some young lady hereabouts;
not that I ever--Mrs. Cole once whispered to me--but I immediately said,
`No, Mr. Elton is a most worthy young man--but'--In short, I do
not think I am particularly quick at those sort of discoveries.
I do not pretend to it. What is before me, I see. At the same time,

nobody could wonder if Mr. Elton should have aspired--Miss Woodhouse
lets me chatter on, so good-humouredly. She knows I would not
offend for the world. How does Miss Smith do? She seems quite
recovered now. Have you heard from Mrs. John Knightley lately?
Oh! those dear little children. Jane, do you know I always fancy
Mr. Dixon like Mr. John Knightley. I mean in person--tall, and with
that sort of look--and not very talkative.

Quite wrong, my dear aunt; there is no likeness at all.

Very odd! but one never does form a just idea of any body beforehand.
One takes up a notion, and runs away with it. Mr. Dixon, you say,
is not, strictly speaking, handsome?

Handsome! Oh! no--far from it--certainly plain. I told you he
was plain.

My dear, you said that Miss Campbell would not allow him to be plain,
and that you yourself--

Oh! as for me, my judgment is worth nothing. Where I have a regard,
I always think a person well-looking. But I gave what I believed
the general opinion, when I called him plain.

Well, my dear Jane, I believe we must be running away.
The weather does not look well, and grandmama will be uneasy.
You are too obliging, my dear Miss Woodhouse; but we really must
take leave. This has been a most agreeable piece of news indeed.
I shall just go round by Mrs. Cole's; but I shall not stop three minutes:
and, Jane, you had better go home directly--I would not have you
out in a shower!--We think she is the better for Highbury already.
Thank you, we do indeed. I shall not attempt calling on Mrs. Goddard,
for I really do not think she cares for any thing but boiled pork:
when we dress the leg it will be another thing. Good morning to you,
my dear sir. Oh! Mr. Knightley is coming too. Well, that is
so very!--I am sure if Jane is tired, you will be so kind as to
give her your arm.--Mr. Elton, and Miss Hawkins!--Good morning
to you.

Emmaalone with her fatherhad half her attention wanted by him
while he lamented that young people would be in such a hurry to marry--
and to marry strangers too--and the other half she could give
to her own view of the subject. It was to herself an amusing
and a very welcome piece of newsas proving that Mr. Elton
could not have suffered long; but she was sorry for Harriet:
Harriet must feel it--and all that she could hope wasby giving
the first information herselfto save her from hearing it abruptly
from others. It was now about the time that she was likely to call.
If she were to meet Miss Bates in her way!--and upon its beginning
to rainEmma was obliged to expect that the weather would be
detaining her at Mrs. Goddard'sand that the intelligence would
undoubtedly rush upon her without preparation.

The shower was heavybut short; and it had not been over five minutes
when in came Harrietwith just the heatedagitated look which
hurrying thither with a full heart was likely to give; and the
Oh! Miss Woodhouse, what do you think has happened!which instantly
burst forthhad all the evidence of corresponding perturbation.
As the blow was givenEmma felt that she could not now shew greater
kindness than in listening; and Harrietuncheckedran eagerly
through what she had to tell. "She had set out from Mrs. Goddard's
half an hour ago--she had been afraid it would rain--she had been
afraid it would pour down every moment--but she thought she might
get to Hartfield first--she had hurried on as fast as possible;

but thenas she was passing by the house where a young woman
was making up a gown for hershe thought she would just step
in and see how it went on; and though she did not seem to stay
half a moment theresoon after she came out it began to rain
and she did not know what to do; so she ran on directlyas fast
as she couldand took shelter at Ford's."--Ford's was the principal
woollen-draperlinen-draperand haberdasher's shop united;
the shop first in size and fashion in the place.--"And so
there she had setwithout an idea of any thing in the world
full ten minutesperhaps--whenall of a suddenwho should come in-to
be sure it was so very odd!--but they always dealt at Ford's-who
should come inbut Elizabeth Martin and her brother!--
Dear Miss Woodhouse! only think. I thought I should have fainted.
I did not know what to do. I was sitting near the door--Elizabeth saw
me directly; but he did not; he was busy with the umbrella.
I am sure she saw mebut she looked away directlyand took
no notice; and they both went to quite the farther end of the shop;
and I kept sitting near the door!--Oh! dear; I was so miserable!
I am sure I must have been as white as my gown. I could not go away
you knowbecause of the rain; but I did so wish myself anywhere
in the world but there.--Oh! dearMiss Woodhouse--wellat last
I fancyhe looked round and saw me; for instead of going
on with her buyingsthey began whispering to one another.
I am sure they were talking of me; and I could not help thinking
that he was persuading her to speak to me--(do you think he was
Miss Woodhouse?)--for presently she came forward--came quite up
to meand asked me how I didand seemed ready to shake hands
if I would. She did not do any of it in the same way that she used;
I could see she was altered; buthowevershe seemed to try to be
very friendlyand we shook handsand stood talking some time;
but I know no more what I said--I was in such a tremble!--I remember
she said she was sorry we never met now; which I thought almost
too kind! DearMiss WoodhouseI was absolutely miserable!
By that timeit was beginning to hold upand I was determined
that nothing should stop me from getting away--and then--only think!-I
found he was coming up towards me too--slowly you knowand as
if he did not quite know what to do; and so he came and spoke
and I answered--and I stood for a minutefeeling dreadfully
you knowone can't tell how; and then I took courageand said it
did not rainand I must go; and so off I set; and I had not got
three yards from the doorwhen he came after meonly to say
if I was going to Hartfieldhe thought I had much better go round
by Mr. Cole's stablesfor I should find the near way quite floated
by this rain. Oh! dearI thought it would have been the death of me!
So I saidI was very much obliged to him: you know I could
not do less; and then he went back to Elizabethand I came round
by the stables--I believe I did--but I hardly knew where I was
or any thing about it. Oh! Miss WoodhouseI would rather done
any thing than have it happen: and yetyou knowthere was a sort
of satisfaction in seeing him behave so pleasantly and so kindly.
And Elizabethtoo. Oh! Miss Woodhousedo talk to me and make
me comfortable again."

Very sincerely did Emma wish to do so; but it was not immediately in
her power. She was obliged to stop and think. She was not thoroughly
comfortable herself. The young man's conductand his sister's
seemed the result of real feelingand she could not but pity them.
As Harriet described itthere had been an interesting mixture
of wounded affection and genuine delicacy in their behaviour.
But she had believed them to be well-meaningworthy people before;
and what difference did this make in the evils of the connexion?
It was folly to be disturbed by it. Of coursehe must be sorry
to lose her--they must be all sorry. Ambitionas well as love
had probably been mortified. They might all have hoped to rise

by Harriet's acquaintance: and besideswhat was the value of
Harriet's description?--So easily pleased--so little discerning;--
what signified her praise?

She exerted herselfand did try to make her comfortable
by considering all that had passed as a mere trifleand quite
unworthy of being dwelt on

It might be distressing, for the moment,said she; "but you seem
to have behaved extremely well; and it is over--and may never--
can neveras a first meetingoccur againand therefore you need
not think about it."

Harriet saidvery true,and she "would not think about it;"
but still she talked of it--still she could talk of nothing else;
and Emmaat lastin order to put the Martins out of her head
was obliged to hurry on the newswhich she had meant to give
with so much tender caution; hardly knowing herself whether
to rejoice or be angryashamed or only amusedat such a state
of mind in poor Harriet--such a conclusion of Mr. Elton's importance
with her!

Mr. Elton's rightshowevergradually revived. Though she did not
feel the first intelligence as she might have done the day before
or an hour beforeits interest soon increased; and before their
first conversation was overshe had talked herself into all the
sensations of curiositywonder and regretpain and pleasure
as to this fortunate Miss Hawkinswhich could conduce to place
the Martins under proper subordination in her fancy.

Emma learned to be rather glad that there had been such a meeting.
It had been serviceable in deadening the first shockwithout retaining
any influence to alarm. As Harriet now livedthe Martins could
not get at herwithout seeking herwhere hitherto they had wanted
either the courage or the condescension to seek her; for since her
refusal of the brotherthe sisters never had been at Mrs. Goddard's;
and a twelvemonth might pass without their being thrown together again
with any necessityor even any power of speech.


Human nature is so well disposed towards those who are in
interesting situationsthat a young personwho either marries
or diesis sure of being kindly spoken of.

A week had not passed since Miss Hawkins's name was first
mentioned in Highburybefore she wasby some means or other
discovered to have every recommendation of person and mind;
to be handsomeeleganthighly accomplishedand perfectly amiable:
and when Mr. Elton himself arrived to triumph in his happy prospects
and circulate the fame of her meritsthere was very little more
for him to dothan to tell her Christian nameand say whose
music she principally played.

Mr. Elton returneda very happy man. He had gone away rejected
and mortified--disappointed in a very sanguine hopeafter a series
of what appeared to him strong encouragement; and not only losing
the right ladybut finding himself debased to the level of a very
wrong one. He had gone away deeply offended--he came back engaged
to another--and to another as superiorof courseto the first
as under such circumstances what is gained always is to what is lost.

He came back gay and self-satisfiedeager and busycaring nothing
for Miss Woodhouseand defying Miss Smith.

The charming Augusta Hawkinsin addition to all the usual advantages
of perfect beauty and meritwas in possession of an independent fortune
of so many thousands as would always be called ten; a point of
some dignityas well as some convenience: the story told well;
he had not thrown himself away--he had gained a woman of 10000 l.
or thereabouts; and he had gained her with such delightful rapidity-the
first hour of introduction had been so very soon followed by
distinguishing notice; the history which he had to give Mrs. Cole
of the rise and progress of the affair was so glorious--the steps
so quickfrom the accidental rencontreto the dinner at Mr. Green's
and the party at Mrs. Brown's--smiles and blushes rising in importance-with
consciousness and agitation richly scattered--the lady
had been so easily impressed--so sweetly disposed--had in short
to use a most intelligible phrasebeen so very ready to have him
that vanity and prudence were equally contented.

He had caught both substance and shadow--both fortune and affection
and was just the happy man he ought to be; talking only of himself
and his own concerns--expecting to be congratulated--ready to be
laughed at--andwith cordialfearless smilesnow addressing
all the young ladies of the placeto whoma few weeks ago
he would have been more cautiously gallant.

The wedding was no distant eventas the parties had only themselves
to pleaseand nothing but the necessary preparations to wait for;
and when he set out for Bath againthere was a general expectation
which a certain glance of Mrs. Cole's did not seem to contradict
that when he next entered Highbury he would bring his bride.

During his present short stayEmma had barely seen him; but just
enough to feel that the first meeting was overand to give her
the impression of his not being improved by the mixture of pique
and pretensionnow spread over his air. She wasin fact
beginning very much to wonder that she had ever thought him pleasing
at all; and his sight was so inseparably connected with some very
disagreeable feelingsthatexcept in a moral lightas a penance
a lessona source of profitable humiliation to her own mind
she would have been thankful to be assured of never seeing him again.
She wished him very well; but he gave her painand his welfare
twenty miles off would administer most satisfaction.

The pain of his continued residence in Highburyhowevermust certainly
be lessened by his marriage. Many vain solicitudes would be prevented-many
awkwardnesses smoothed by it. A Mrs. Elton would be an excuse for
any change of intercourse; former intimacy might sink without remark.
It would be almost beginning their life of civility again.

Of the ladyindividuallyEmma thought very little. She was good
enough for Mr. Eltonno doubt; accomplished enough for Highbury-handsome
enough--to look plainprobablyby Harriet's side.
As to connexionthere Emma was perfectly easy; persuaded
that after all his own vaunted claims and disdain of Harriet
he had done nothing. On that articletruth seemed attainable.
What she wasmust be uncertain; but who she wasmight be found out;
and setting aside the 10000 did not appear that she was at
all Harriet's superior. She brought no nameno bloodno alliance.
Miss Hawkins was the youngest of the two daughters of a Bristol-merchant
of coursehe must be called; butas the whole of the
profits of his mercantile life appeared so very moderateit was
not unfair to guess the dignity of his line of trade had been very
moderate also. Part of every winter she had been used to spend in Bath;

but Bristol was her homethe very heart of Bristol; for though
the father and mother had died some years agoan uncle remained--
in the law line--nothing more distinctly honourable was hazarded
of himthan that he was in the law line; and with him the daughter
had lived. Emma guessed him to be the drudge of some attorney
and too stupid to rise. And all the grandeur of the connexion
seemed dependent on the elder sisterwho was very well married
to a gentleman in a great waynear Bristolwho kept two carriages!
That was the wind-up of the history; that was the glory of
Miss Hawkins.

Could she but have given Harriet her feelings about it all!
She had talked her into love; butalas! she was not so easily to be
talked out of it. The charm of an object to occupy the many vacancies
of Harriet's mind was not to be talked away. He might be superseded
by another; he certainly would indeed; nothing could be clearer;
even a Robert Martin would have been sufficient; but nothing else
she fearedwould cure her. Harriet was one of thosewho
having once begunwould be always in love. And nowpoor girl!
she was considerably worse from this reappearance of Mr. Elton.
She was always having a glimpse of him somewhere or other. Emma saw
him only once; but two or three times every day Harriet was sure
just to meet with himor just to miss himjust to hear his voice
or see his shoulderjust to have something occur to preserve him
in her fancyin all the favouring warmth of surprize and conjecture.
She wasmoreoverperpetually hearing about him; forexcepting when
at Hartfieldshe was always among those who saw no fault in Mr. Elton
and found nothing so interesting as the discussion of his concerns;
and every reportthereforeevery guess--all that had already
occurredall that might occur in the arrangement of his affairs
comprehending incomeservantsand furniturewas continually
in agitation around her. Her regard was receiving strength by
invariable praise of himand her regrets kept aliveand feelings
irritated by ceaseless repetitions of Miss Hawkins's happiness
and continual observation ofhow much he seemed attached!--
his air as he walked by the house--the very sitting of his hat
being all in proof of how much he was in love!

Had it been allowable entertainmenthad there been no pain
to her friendor reproach to herselfin the waverings of
Harriet's mindEmma would have been amused by its variations.
Sometimes Mr. Elton predominatedsometimes the Martins; and each
was occasionally useful as a check to the other. Mr. Elton's
engagement had been the cure of the agitation of meeting Mr. Martin.
The unhappiness produced by the knowledge of that engagement had been
a little put aside by Elizabeth Martin's calling at Mrs. Goddard's
a few days afterwards. Harriet had not been at home; but a note had
been prepared and left for herwritten in the very style to touch;
a small mixture of reproachwith a great deal of kindness;
and till Mr. Elton himself appearedshe had been much occupied
by itcontinually pondering over what could be done in return
and wishing to do more than she dared to confess. But Mr. Elton
in personhad driven away all such cares. While he staid
the Martins were forgotten; and on the very morning of his setting off
for Bath againEmmato dissipate some of the distress it occasioned
judged it best for her to return Elizabeth Martin's visit.

How that visit was to be acknowledged--what would be necessary--
and what might be safesthad been a point of some doubtful
consideration. Absolute neglect of the mother and sisters
when invited to comewould be ingratitude. It must not be:
and yet the danger of a renewal of the acquaintance!--

After much thinkingshe could determine on nothing betterthan Harriet's

returning the visit; but in a way thatif they had understanding
should convince them that it was to be only a formal acquaintance.
She meant to take her in the carriageleave her at the Abbey Mill
while she drove a little fartherand call for her again so soon
as to allow no time for insidious applications or dangerous
recurrences to the pastand give the most decided proof of what
degree of intimacy was chosen for the future.

She could think of nothing better: and though there was something
in it which her own heart could not approve--something of ingratitude
merely glossed over--it must be doneor what would become of Harriet?


Small heart had Harriet for visiting. Only half an hour before her
friend called for her at Mrs. Goddard'sher evil stars had led
her to the very spot whereat that momenta trunkdirected to
The Rev. Philip EltonWhite-HartBathwas to be seen under the
operation of being lifted into the butcher's cartwhich was to
convey it to where the coaches past; and every thing in this world
excepting that trunk and the directionwas consequently a blank.

She wenthowever; and when they reached the farmand she was to
be put downat the end of the broadneat gravel walkwhich led
between espalier apple-trees to the front doorthe sight of every
thing which had given her so much pleasure the autumn before
was beginning to revive a little local agitation; and when they parted
Emma observed her to be looking around with a sort of fearful curiosity
which determined her not to allow the visit to exceed the proposed
quarter of an hour. She went on herselfto give that portion
of time to an old servant who was marriedand settled in Donwell.

The quarter of an hour brought her punctually to the white gate again;
and Miss Smith receiving her summonswas with her without delay
and unattended by any alarming young man. She came solitarily
down the gravel walk--a Miss Martin just appearing at the door
and parting with her seemingly with ceremonious civility.

Harriet could not very soon give an intelligible account.
She was feeling too much; but at last Emma collected from her
enough to understand the sort of meetingand the sort of pain it
was creating. She had seen only Mrs. Martin and the two girls.
They had received her doubtinglyif not coolly; and nothing
beyond the merest commonplace had been talked almost all the time-till
just at lastwhen Mrs. Martin's sayingall of a sudden
that she thought Miss Smith was grownhad brought on a more
interesting subjectand a warmer manner. In that very room
she had been measured last Septemberwith her two friends.
There were the pencilled marks and memorandums on the wainscot by
the window. He had done it. They all seemed to remember the day
the hourthe partythe occasion--to feel the same consciousness
the same regrets--to be ready to return to the same good understanding;
and they were just growing again like themselves(Harrietas Emma
must suspectas ready as the best of them to be cordial and happy)
when the carriage reappearedand all was over. The style of
the visitand the shortness of itwere then felt to be decisive.
Fourteen minutes to be given to those with whom she had thankfully
passed six weeks not six months ago!--Emma could not but picture
it alland feel how justly they might resenthow naturally
Harriet must suffer. It was a bad business. She would have given
a great dealor endured a great dealto have had the Martins

in a higher rank of life. They were so deservingthat a little
higher should have been enough: but as it washow could she have
done otherwise?--Impossible!--She could not repent. They must
be separated; but there was a great deal of pain in the process-so
much to herself at this timethat she soon felt the necessity
of a little consolationand resolved on going home by way of Randalls
to procure it. Her mind was quite sick of Mr. Elton and the Martins.
The refreshment of Randalls was absolutely necessary.

It was a good scheme; but on driving to the door they heard
that neither "master nor mistress was at home;" they had both
been out some time; the man believed they were gone to Hartfield.

This is too bad,cried Emmaas they turned away. "And now we
shall just miss them; too provoking!--I do not know when I have been
so disappointed." And she leaned back in the cornerto indulge
her murmursor to reason them away; probably a little of both-such
being the commonest process of a not ill-disposed mind.
Presently the carriage stopt; she looked up; it was stopt
by Mr. and Mrs. Westonwho were standing to speak to her.
There was instant pleasure in the sight of themand still greater
pleasure was conveyed in sound--for Mr. Weston immediately accosted
her with

How d'ye do?--how d'ye do?--We have been sitting with your father-glad
to see him so well. Frank comes to-morrow--I had a letter
this morning--we see him to-morrow by dinner-time to a certainty-he
is at Oxford to-day, and he comes for a whole fortnight; I knew it would
be so. If he had come at Christmas he could not have staid three days;
I was always glad he did not come at Christmas; now we are going
to have just the right weather for him, fine, dry, settled weather.
We shall enjoy him completely; every thing has turned out exactly
as we could wish.

There was no resisting such newsno possibility of avoiding the
influence of such a happy face as Mr. Weston'sconfirmed as it all
was by the words and the countenance of his wifefewer and quieter
but not less to the purpose. To know that she thought his coming
certain was enough to make Emma consider it soand sincerely did
she rejoice in their joy. It was a most delightful reanimation
of exhausted spirits. The worn-out past was sunk in the freshness
of what was coming; and in the rapidity of half a moment's thought
she hoped Mr. Elton would now be talked of no more.

Mr. Weston gave her the history of the engagements at Enscombe
which allowed his son to answer for having an entire fortnight at
his commandas well as the route and the method of his journey;
and she listenedand smiledand congratulated.

I shall soon bring him over to Hartfield,said heat the conclusion.

Emma could imagine she saw a touch of the arm at this speech
from his wife.

We had better move on, Mr. Weston,said shewe are detaining
the girls.

Well, well, I am ready;--and turning again to Emmabut you must
not be expecting such a very fine young man; you have only had my
account you know; I dare say he is really nothing extraordinary:-though
his own sparkling eyes at the moment were speaking a very
different conviction.

Emma could look perfectly unconscious and innocentand answer

in a manner that appropriated nothing.

Think of me to-morrow, my dear Emma, about four o'clock,
was Mrs. Weston's parting injunction; spoken with some anxiety
and meant only for her.

Four o'clock!--depend upon it he will be here by three,was Mr. Weston's
quick amendment; and so ended a most satisfactory meeting.
Emma's spirits were mounted quite up to happiness; every thing wore
a different air; James and his horses seemed not half so sluggish
as before. When she looked at the hedgesshe thought the elder at
least must soon be coming out; and when she turned round to Harriet
she saw something like a look of springa tender smile even there.

Will Mr. Frank Churchill pass through Bath as well as Oxford?-was
a questionhoweverwhich did not augur much.

But neither geography nor tranquillity could come all at once
and Emma was now in a humour to resolve that they should both come
in time.

The morning of the interesting day arrivedand Mrs. Weston's
faithful pupil did not forget either at tenor elevenor twelve
o'clockthat she was to think of her at four.

My dear, dear anxious friend,--said shein mental soliloquy
while walking downstairs from her own roomalways overcareful
for every body's comfort but your own; I see you now in all your
little fidgets, going again and again into his room, to be sure
that all is right.The clock struck twelve as she passed through
the hall. "'Tis twelve; I shall not forget to think of you four
hours hence; and by this time to-morrowperhapsor a little later
I may be thinking of the possibility of their all calling here.
I am sure they will bring him soon."

She opened the parlour doorand saw two gentlemen sitting with
her father--Mr. Weston and his son. They had been arrived only
a few minutesand Mr. Weston had scarcely finished his explanation
of Frank's being a day before his timeand her father was yet
in the midst of his very civil welcome and congratulationswhen
she appearedto have her share of surprizeintroductionand pleasure.

The Frank Churchill so long talked ofso high in interest
was actually before her--he was presented to herand she did
not think too much had been said in his praise; he was a very good
looking young man; heightairaddressall were unexceptionable
and his countenance had a great deal of the spirit and liveliness
of his father's; he looked quick and sensible. She felt immediately
that she should like him; and there was a well-bred ease of manner
and a readiness to talkwhich convinced her that he came intending
to be acquainted with herand that acquainted they soon must be.

He had reached Randalls the evening before. She was pleased
with the eagerness to arrive which had made him alter his plan
and travel earlierlaterand quickerthat he might gain half
a day.

I told you yesterday,cried Mr. Weston with exultationI told
you all that he would be here before the time named. I remembered
what I used to do myself. One cannot creep upon a journey;
one cannot help getting on faster than one has planned; and the
pleasure of coming in upon one's friends before the look-out begins,
is worth a great deal more than any little exertion it needs.

It is a great pleasure where one can indulge in it,said the young man
though there are not many houses that I should presume on so far;
but in coming home I felt I might do any thing.

The word home made his father look on him with fresh complacency.
Emma was directly sure that he knew how to make himself agreeable;
the conviction was strengthened by what followed. He was very much
pleased with Randallsthought it a most admirably arranged house
would hardly allow it even to be very smalladmired the situation
the walk to HighburyHighbury itselfHartfield still more
and professed himself to have always felt the sort of interest
in the country which none but one's own country givesand the
greatest curiosity to visit it. That he should never have been
able to indulge so amiable a feeling beforepassed suspiciously
through Emma's brain; but stillif it were a falsehoodit was a
pleasant oneand pleasantly handled. His manner had no air of study
or exaggeration. He did really look and speak as if in a state of no
common enjoyment.

Their subjects in general were such as belong to an opening acquaintance.
On his side were the inquiries--"Was she a horsewoman?--Pleasant rides?--
Pleasant walks?--Had they a large neighbourhood?--Highburyperhaps
afforded society enough?--There were several very pretty houses
in and about it.--Balls--had they balls?--Was it a musical society?"

But when satisfied on all these pointsand their acquaintance
proportionably advancedhe contrived to find an opportunity
while their two fathers were engaged with each otherof introducing
his mother-in-lawand speaking of her with so much handsome praise
so much warm admirationso much gratitude for the happiness she
secured to his fatherand her very kind reception of himself
as was an additional proof of his knowing how to please-and
of his certainly thinking it worth while to try to please her.
He did not advance a word of praise beyond what she knew to be
thoroughly deserved by Mrs. Weston; butundoubtedly he could know
very little of the matter. He understood what would be welcome;
he could be sure of little else. "His father's marriage he said,
had been the wisest measureevery friend must rejoice in it;
and the family from whom he had received such a blessing must
be ever considered as having conferred the highest obligation
on him."

He got as near as he could to thanking her for Miss Taylor's merits
without seeming quite to forget that in the common course of things it
was to be rather supposed that Miss Taylor had formed Miss Woodhouse's
characterthan Miss Woodhouse Miss Taylor's. And at lastas if resolved
to qualify his opinion completely for travelling round to its objecthe
wound it all up with astonishment at the youth and beauty of her person.

Elegant, agreeable manners, I was prepared for,said he;
but I confess that, considering every thing, I had not expected
more than a very tolerably well-looking woman of a certain age;
I did not know that I was to find a pretty young woman in Mrs. Weston.

You cannot see too much perfection in Mrs. Weston for my feelings,
said Emma; "were you to guess her to be eighteenI should listen
with pleasure; but she would be ready to quarrel with you for using
such words. Don't let her imagine that you have spoken of her as
a pretty young woman."

I hope I should know better,he replied; "nodepend upon it
(with a gallant bow) that in addressing Mrs. Weston I should
understand whom I might praise without any danger of being thought
extravagant in my terms."

Emma wondered whether the same suspicion of what might be expected
from their knowing each otherwhich had taken strong possession
of her mindhad ever crossed his; and whether his compliments were
to be considered as marks of acquiescenceor proofs of defiance.
She must see more of him to understand his ways; at present she
only felt they were agreeable.

She had no doubt of what Mr. Weston was often thinking about.
His quick eye she detected again and again glancing towards them
with a happy expression; and evenwhen he might have determined not
to lookshe was confident that he was often listening.

Her own father's perfect exemption from any thought of the kind
the entire deficiency in him of all such sort of penetration
or suspicionwas a most comfortable circumstance. Happily he
was not farther from approving matrimony than from foreseeing it.--
Though always objecting to every marriage that was arranged
he never suffered beforehand from the apprehension of any;
it seemed as if he could not think so ill of any two persons'
understanding as to suppose they meant to marry till it were
proved against them. She blessed the favouring blindness.
He could nowwithout the drawback of a single unpleasant surmise
without a glance forward at any possible treachery in his guest
give way to all his natural kind-hearted civility in solicitous
inquiries after Mr. Frank Churchill's accommodation on his journey
through the sad evils of sleeping two nights on the roadand express
very genuine unmixed anxiety to know that he had certainly escaped
catching cold--whichhoweverhe could not allow him to feel quite
assured of himself till after another night.

A reasonable visit paidMr. Weston began to move.--"He must be going.
He had business at the Crown about his hayand a great many errands
for Mrs. Weston at Ford'sbut he need not hurry any body else."
His sontoo well bred to hear the hintrose immediately also

As you are going farther on business, sir, I will take the
opportunity of paying a visit, which must be paid some day or other,
and therefore may as well be paid now. I have the honour of being
acquainted with a neighbour of yours, (turning to Emma,) a lady
residing in or near Highbury; a family of the name of Fairfax.
I shall have no difficulty, I suppose, in finding the house;
though Fairfax, I believe, is not the proper name--I should rather
say Barnes, or Bates. Do you know any family of that name?

To be sure we do,cried his father; "Mrs. Bates--we passed her house--
I saw Miss Bates at the window. Truetrueyou are acquainted
with Miss Fairfax; I remember you knew her at Weymouthand a fine
girl she is. Call upon herby all means."

There is no necessity for my calling this morning,said the
young man; "another day would do as well; but there was that degree
of acquaintance at Weymouth which--"

Oh! go to-day, go to-day. Do not defer it. What is right to be done
cannot be done too soon. And, besides, I must give you a hint, Frank;
any want of attention to her here should be carefully avoided.
You saw her with the Campbells, when she was the equal of every body
she mixed with, but here she is with a poor old grandmother,
who has barely enough to live on. If you do not call early it
will be a slight.

The son looked convinced.

I have heard her speak of the acquaintance,said Emma; "she is
a very elegant young woman."

He agreed to itbut with so quiet a "Yes as inclined her almost
to doubt his real concurrence; and yet there must be a very distinct
sort of elegance for the fashionable world, if Jane Fairfax could
be thought only ordinarily gifted with it.

If you were never particularly struck by her manners before
said she, I think you will to-day. You will see her to advantage;
see her and hear her--noI am afraid you will not hear her at all
for she has an aunt who never holds her tongue."

You are acquainted with Miss Jane Fairfax, sir, are you?
said Mr. Woodhousealways the last to make his way in conversation;
then give me leave to assure you that you will find her a very
agreeable young lady. She is staying here on a visit to her grandmama
and aunt, very worthy people; I have known them all my life.
They will be extremely glad to see you, I am sure; and one of my
servants shall go with you to shew you the way.

My dear sir, upon no account in the world; my father can direct me.

But your father is not going so far; he is only going to the Crown,
quite on the other side of the street, and there are a great many houses;
you might be very much at a loss, and it is a very dirty walk,
unless you keep on the footpath; but my coachman can tell you
where you had best cross the street.

Mr. Frank Churchill still declined itlooking as serious as he could
and his father gave his hearty support by calling outMy good friend,
this is quite unnecessary; Frank knows a puddle of water when he
sees it, and as to Mrs. Bates's, he may get there from the Crown
in a hop, step, and jump.

They were permitted to go alone; and with a cordial nod from one
and a graceful bow from the otherthe two gentlemen took leave.
Emma remained very well pleased with this beginning of the acquaintance
and could now engage to think of them all at Randalls any hour of
the daywith full confidence in their comfort.


The next morning brought Mr. Frank Churchill again. He came with
Mrs. Westonto whom and to Highbury he seemed to take very cordially.
He had been sitting with herit appearedmost companionably at home
till her usual hour of exercise; and on being desired to chuse
their walkimmediately fixed on Highbury.--"He did not doubt there
being very pleasant walks in every directionbut if left to him
he should always chuse the same. Highburythat airycheerful
happy-looking Highburywould be his constant attraction."--
Highburywith Mrs. Westonstood for Hartfield; and she trusted to
its bearing the same construction with him. They walked thither directly.

Emma had hardly expected them: for Mr. Westonwho had called in
for half a minutein order to hear that his son was very handsome
knew nothing of their plans; and it was an agreeable surprize
to herthereforeto perceive them walking up to the house together
arm in arm. She was wanting to see him againand especially
to see him in company with Mrs. Westonupon his behaviour to whom

her opinion of him was to depend. If he were deficient there
nothing should make amends for it. But on seeing them together
she became perfectly satisfied. It was not merely in fine words
or hyperbolical compliment that he paid his duty; nothing could be
more proper or pleasing than his whole manner to her--nothing could
more agreeably denote his wish of considering her as a friend and
securing her affection. And there was time enough for Emma to form a
reasonable judgmentas their visit included all the rest of the morning.
They were all three walking about together for an hour or two--
first round the shrubberies of Hartfieldand afterwards in Highbury.
He was delighted with every thing; admired Hartfield sufficiently
for Mr. Woodhouse's ear; and when their going farther was resolved on
confessed his wish to be made acquainted with the whole village
and found matter of commendation and interest much oftener than Emma
could have supposed.

Some of the objects of his curiosity spoke very amiable feelings.
He begged to be shewn the house which his father had lived in so long
and which had been the home of his father's father; and on recollecting
that an old woman who had nursed him was still livingwalked in quest
of her cottage from one end of the street to the other; and though
in some points of pursuit or observation there was no positive merit
they shewedaltogethera good-will towards Highbury in general
which must be very like a merit to those he was with.

Emma watched and decidedthat with such feelings as were now shewn
it could not be fairly supposed that he had been ever voluntarily
absenting himself; that he had not been acting a partor making
a parade of insincere professions; and that Mr. Knightley certainly
had not done him justice.

Their first pause was at the Crown Innan inconsiderable house
though the principal one of the sortwhere a couple of pair of
post-horses were keptmore for the convenience of the neighbourhood
than from any run on the road; and his companions had not expected
to be detained by any interest excited there; but in passing it they
gave the history of the large room visibly added; it had been built
many years ago for a ball-roomand while the neighbourhood had been
in a particularly populousdancing statehad been occasionally used
as such;--but such brilliant days had long passed awayand now the
highest purpose for which it was ever wanted was to accommodate a whist
club established among the gentlemen and half-gentlemen of the place.
He was immediately interested. Its character as a ball-room caught him;
and instead of passing onhe stopt for several minutes at the two
superior sashed windows which were opento look in and contemplate
its capabilitiesand lament that its original purpose should
have ceased. He saw no fault in the roomhe would acknowledge
none which they suggested. Noit was long enoughbroad enough
handsome enough. It would hold the very number for comfort.
They ought to have balls there at least every fortnight through
the winter. Why had not Miss Woodhouse revived the former good
old days of the room?--She who could do any thing in Highbury!
The want of proper families in the placeand the conviction
that none beyond the place and its immediate environs could be
tempted to attendwere mentioned; but he was not satisfied.
He could not be persuaded that so many good-looking houses as he saw
around himcould not furnish numbers enough for such a meeting;
and even when particulars were given and families describedhe was
still unwilling to admit that the inconvenience of such a mixture
would be any thingor that there would be the smallest difficulty
in every body's returning into their proper place the next morning.
He argued like a young man very much bent on dancing; and Emma
was rather surprized to see the constitution of the Weston prevail
so decidedly against the habits of the Churchills. He seemed to have

all the life and spiritcheerful feelingsand social inclinations
of his fatherand nothing of the pride or reserve of Enscombe.
Of prideindeedthere wasperhapsscarcely enough; his indifference
to a confusion of rankbordered too much on inelegance of mind.
He could be no judgehoweverof the evil he was holding cheap.
It was but an effusion of lively spirits.

At last he was persuaded to move on from the front of the Crown;
and being now almost facing the house where the Bateses lodged
Emma recollected his intended visit the day beforeand asked him
if he had paid it.

Yes, oh! yes--he replied; "I was just going to mention it.
A very successful visit:--I saw all the three ladies; and felt very
much obliged to you for your preparatory hint. If the talking aunt
had taken me quite by surprizeit must have been the death of me.
As it wasI was only betrayed into paying a most unreasonable visit.
Ten minutes would have been all that was necessaryperhaps all that
was proper; and I had told my father I should certainly be at home
before him--but there was no getting awayno pause; andto my
utter astonishmentI foundwhen he (finding me nowhere else)
joined me there at lastthat I had been actually sitting with them
very nearly three-quarters of an hour. The good lady had not given me
the possibility of escape before."

And how did you think Miss Fairfax looking?

Ill, very ill--that is, if a young lady can ever be allowed to look ill.
But the expression is hardly admissible, Mrs. Weston, is it?
Ladies can never look ill. And, seriously, Miss Fairfax is naturally
so pale, as almost always to give the appearance of ill health.--
A most deplorable want of complexion.

Emma would not agree to thisand began a warm defence of Miss
Fairfax's complexion. "It was certainly never brilliantbut she
would not allow it to have a sickly hue in general; and there was
a softness and delicacy in her skin which gave peculiar elegance
to the character of her face." He listened with all due deference;
acknowledged that he had heard many people say the same--but yet he
must confessthat to him nothing could make amends for the want
of the fine glow of health. Where features were indifferent
a fine complexion gave beauty to them all; and where they were good
the effect was--fortunately he need not attempt to describe what the
effect was.

Well,said Emmathere is no disputing about taste.--At least
you admire her except her complexion.

He shook his head and laughed.--"I cannot separate Miss Fairfax
and her complexion."

Did you see her often at Weymouth? Were you often in the same society?

At this moment they were approaching Ford'sand he hastily exclaimed
Ha! this must be the very shop that every body attends every day
of their lives, as my father informs me. He comes to Highbury himself,
he says, six days out of the seven, and has always business at Ford's.
If it be not inconvenient to you, pray let us go in, that I may prove
myself to belong to the place, to be a true citizen of Highbury.
I must buy something at Ford's. It will be taking out my freedom.--
I dare say they sell gloves.

Oh! yes, gloves and every thing. I do admire your patriotism.
You will be adored in Highbury. You were very popular before you came,

because you were Mr. Weston's son--but lay out half a guinea at
Ford's, and your popularity will stand upon your own virtues.

They went in; and while the sleekwell-tied parcels of "Men's Beavers"
and "York Tan" were bringing down and displaying on the counter
he said--"But I beg your pardonMiss Woodhouseyou were speaking
to meyou were saying something at the very moment of this burst
of my amor patriae. Do not let me lose it. I assure you the utmost
stretch of public fame would not make me amends for the loss of any
happiness in private life."

I merely asked, whether you had known much of Miss Fairfax
and her party at Weymouth.

And now that I understand your question, I must pronounce it to be a
very unfair one. It is always the lady's right to decide on the degree
of acquaintance. Miss Fairfax must already have given her account.-I
shall not commit myself by claiming more than she may chuse to allow.

Upon my word! you answer as discreetly as she could do herself.
But her account of every thing leaves so much to be guessed,
she is so very reserved, so very unwilling to give the least
information about any body, that I really think you may say what you
like of your acquaintance with her.

May I, indeed?--Then I will speak the truth, and nothing suits me
so well. I met her frequently at Weymouth. I had known the Campbells
a little in town; and at Weymouth we were very much in the same set.
Colonel Campbell is a very agreeable man, and Mrs. Campbell a friendly,
warm-hearted woman. I like them all.

You know Miss Fairfax's situation in life, I conclude; what she
is destined to be?

Yes--(rather hesitatingly)--I believe I do.

You get upon delicate subjects, Emma,said Mrs. Weston smiling;
remember that I am here.--Mr. Frank Churchill hardly knows
what to say when you speak of Miss Fairfax's situation in life.
I will move a little farther off.

I certainly do forget to think of her,said Emmaas having ever
been any thing but my friend and my dearest friend.

He looked as if he fully understood and honoured such a sentiment.

When the gloves were boughtand they had quitted the shop again
Did you ever hear the young lady we were speaking of, play?
said Frank Churchill.

Ever hear her!repeated Emma. "You forget how much she belongs
to Highbury. I have heard her every year of our lives since we
both began. She plays charmingly."

You think so, do you?--I wanted the opinion of some one who
could really judge. She appeared to me to play well, that is,
with considerable taste, but I know nothing of the matter myself.-I
am excessively fond of music, but without the smallest skill
or right of judging of any body's performance.--I have been used
to hear her's admired; and I remember one proof of her being
thought to play well:--a man, a very musical man, and in love
with another woman--engaged to her--on the point of marriage-would
yet never ask that other woman to sit down to the instrument,
if the lady in question could sit down instead--never seemed

to like to hear one if he could hear the other. That, I thought,
in a man of known musical talent, was some proof.

Proof indeed!said Emmahighly amused.--"Mr. Dixon is very musical
is he? We shall know more about them allin half an hourfrom you
than Miss Fairfax would have vouchsafed in half a year."

Yes, Mr. Dixon and Miss Campbell were the persons; and I thought
it a very strong proof.

Certainly--very strong it was; to own the truth, a great deal
stronger than, if I had been Miss Campbell, would have been at all
agreeable to me. I could not excuse a man's having more music
than love--more ear than eye--a more acute sensibility to fine
sounds than to my feelings. How did Miss Campbell appear to like it?

It was her very particular friend, you know.

Poor comfort!said Emmalaughing. "One would rather have a stranger
preferred than one's very particular friend--with a stranger it might
not recur again--but the misery of having a very particular friend
always at handto do every thing better than one does oneself!--
Poor Mrs. Dixon! WellI am glad she is gone to settle in Ireland."

You are right. It was not very flattering to Miss Campbell;
but she really did not seem to feel it.

So much the better--or so much the worse:--I do not know which.
But be it sweetness or be it stupidity in her--quickness of friendship,
or dulness of feeling--there was one person, I think, who must have
felt it: Miss Fairfax herself. She must have felt the improper
and dangerous distinction.

As to that--I do not--

Oh! do not imagine that I expect an account of Miss Fairfax's
sensations from you, or from any body else. They are known to no
human being, I guess, but herself. But if she continued to play
whenever she was asked by Mr. Dixon, one may guess what one chuses.

There appeared such a perfectly good understanding among them all--
he began rather quicklybut checking himselfaddedhowever, it
is impossible for me to say on what terms they really were--
how it might all be behind the scenes. I can only say that there
was smoothness outwardly. But you, who have known Miss Fairfax from
a child, must be a better judge of her character, and of how she
is likely to conduct herself in critical situations, than I can be.

I have known her from a child, undoubtedly; we have been children
and women together; and it is natural to suppose that we should
be intimate,--that we should have taken to each other whenever
she visited her friends. But we never did. I hardly know how it
has happened; a little, perhaps, from that wickedness on my side
which was prone to take disgust towards a girl so idolized
and so cried up as she always was, by her aunt and grandmother,
and all their set. And then, her reserve--I never could attach
myself to any one so completely reserved.

It is a most repulsive quality, indeed,said he. "Oftentimes
very convenientno doubtbut never pleasing. There is safety
in reservebut no attraction. One cannot love a reserved person."

Not till the reserve ceases towards oneself; and then the attraction
may be the greater. But I must be more in want of a friend,

or an agreeable companion, than I have yet been, to take
the trouble of conquering any body's reserve to procure one.
Intimacy between Miss Fairfax and me is quite out of the question.
I have no reason to think ill of her--not the least--except that
such extreme and perpetual cautiousness of word and manner,
such a dread of giving a distinct idea about any body, is apt
to suggest suspicions of there being something to conceal.

He perfectly agreed with her: and after walking together so long
and thinking so much alikeEmma felt herself so well acquainted with him
that she could hardly believe it to be only their second meeting.
He was not exactly what she had expected; less of the man of the
world in some of his notionsless of the spoiled child of fortune
therefore better than she had expected. His ideas seemed more moderate--
his feelings warmer. She was particularly struck by his manner
of considering Mr. Elton's housewhichas well as the church
he would go and look atand would not join them in finding much
fault with. Nohe could not believe it a bad house; not such a house
as a man was to be pitied for having. If it were to be shared with
the woman he lovedhe could not think any man to be pitied for having
that house. There must be ample room in it for every real comfort.
The man must be a blockhead who wanted more.

Mrs. Weston laughedand said he did not know what he was talking about.
Used only to a large house himselfand without ever thinking how many
advantages and accommodations were attached to its sizehe could
be no judge of the privations inevitably belonging to a small one.
But Emmain her own minddetermined that he did know what he
was talking aboutand that he shewed a very amiable inclination
to settle early in lifeand to marryfrom worthy motives.
He might not be aware of the inroads on domestic peace to be
occasioned by no housekeeper's roomor a bad butler's pantry
but no doubt he did perfectly feel that Enscombe could not make
him happyand that whenever he were attachedhe would willingly
give up much of wealth to be allowed an early establishment.


Emma's very good opinion of Frank Churchill was a little shaken
the following dayby hearing that he was gone off to London
merely to have his hair cut. A sudden freak seemed to have seized him
at breakfastand he had sent for a chaise and set offintending to
return to dinnerbut with no more important view that appeared than
having his hair cut. There was certainly no harm in his travelling
sixteen miles twice over on such an errand; but there was an air
of foppery and nonsense in it which she could not approve. It did
not accord with the rationality of planthe moderation in expense
or even the unselfish warmth of heartwhich she had believed herself
to discern in him yesterday. Vanityextravagancelove of change
restlessness of temperwhich must be doing somethinggood or bad;
heedlessness as to the pleasure of his father and Mrs. Weston
indifferent as to how his conduct might appear in general; he became
liable to all these charges. His father only called him a coxcomb
and thought it a very good story; but that Mrs. Weston did not like it
was clear enoughby her passing it over as quickly as possible
and making no other comment than that "all young people would have
their little whims."

With the exception of this little blotEmma found that his visit
hitherto had given her friend only good ideas of him. Mrs. Weston
was very ready to say how attentive and pleasant a companion he

made himself--how much she saw to like in his disposition altogether.
He appeared to have a very open temper--certainly a very cheerful
and lively one; she could observe nothing wrong in his notions
a great deal decidedly right; he spoke of his uncle with warm regard
was fond of talking of him--said he would be the best man in the
world if he were left to himself; and though there was no being
attached to the aunthe acknowledged her kindness with gratitude
and seemed to mean always to speak of her with respect.
This was all very promising; andbut for such an unfortunate fancy
for having his hair cutthere was nothing to denote him unworthy
of the distinguished honour which her imagination had given him;
the honourif not of being really in love with herof being
at least very near itand saved only by her own indifference--
(for still her resolution held of never marrying)--the honourin short
of being marked out for her by all their joint acquaintance.

Mr. Westonon his sideadded a virtue to the account which must
have some weight. He gave her to understand that Frank admired
her extremely--thought her very beautiful and very charming;
and with so much to be said for him altogethershe found she must
not judge him harshly. As Mrs. Weston observedall young people
would have their little whims.

There was one person among his new acquaintance in Surrynot so
leniently disposed. In general he was judgedthroughout the parishes
of Donwell and Highburywith great candour; liberal allowances
were made for the little excesses of such a handsome young man--
one who smiled so often and bowed so well; but there was one spirit
among them not to be softenedfrom its power of censureby bows
or smiles--Mr. Knightley. The circumstance was told him at Hartfield;
for the momenthe was silent; but Emma heard him almost immediately
afterwards say to himselfover a newspaper he held in his hand
Hum! just the trifling, silly fellow I took him for.She had
half a mind to resent; but an instant's observation convinced
her that it was really said only to relieve his own feelings
and not meant to provoke; and therefore she let it pass.

Although in one instance the bearers of not good tidings
Mr. and Mrs. Weston's visit this morning was in another respect
particularly opportune. Something occurred while they were
at Hartfieldto make Emma want their advice; andwhich was
still more luckyshe wanted exactly the advice they gave.

This was the occurrence:--The Coles had been settled some years
in Highburyand were very good sort of people--friendlyliberal
and unpretending; buton the other handthey were of low origin
in tradeand only moderately genteel. On their first coming into
the countrythey had lived in proportion to their incomequietly
keeping little companyand that little unexpensively; but the last
year or two had brought them a considerable increase of means--
the house in town had yielded greater profitsand fortune in general
had smiled on them. With their wealththeir views increased;
their want of a larger housetheir inclination for more company.
They added to their houseto their number of servants
to their expenses of every sort; and by this time werein fortune
and style of livingsecond only to the family at Hartfield.
Their love of societyand their new dining-roomprepared every body
for their keeping dinner-company; and a few partieschiefly among
the single menhad already taken place. The regular and best
families Emma could hardly suppose they would presume to invite--
neither Donwellnor Hartfieldnor Randalls. Nothing should
tempt her to goif they did; and she regretted that her father's
known habits would be giving her refusal less meaning than she
could wish. The Coles were very respectable in their waybut they

ought to be taught that it was not for them to arrange the terms
on which the superior families would visit them. This lesson
she very much fearedthey would receive only from herself;
she had little hope of Mr. Knightleynone of Mr. Weston.

But she had made up her mind how to meet this presumption so many
weeks before it appearedthat when the insult came at last
it found her very differently affected. Donwell and Randalls
had received their invitationand none had come for her father
and herself; and Mrs. Weston's accounting for it with "I suppose
they will not take the liberty with you; they know you do not
dine out was not quite sufficient. She felt that she should
like to have had the power of refusal; and afterwards, as the idea
of the party to be assembled there, consisting precisely of those
whose society was dearest to her, occurred again and again,
she did not know that she might not have been tempted to accept.
Harriet was to be there in the evening, and the Bateses. They had
been speaking of it as they walked about Highbury the day before,
and Frank Churchill had most earnestly lamented her absence.
Might not the evening end in a dance? had been a question of his.
The bare possibility of it acted as a farther irritation on her spirits;
and her being left in solitary grandeur, even supposing the omission
to be intended as a compliment, was but poor comfort.

It was the arrival of this very invitation while the Westons were
at Hartfield, which made their presence so acceptable; for though her
first remark, on reading it, was that of course it must be declined
she so very soon proceeded to ask them what they advised her to do,
that their advice for her going was most prompt and successful.

She owned that, considering every thing, she was not absolutely
without inclination for the party. The Coles expressed themselves
so properly--there was so much real attention in the manner of it--
so much consideration for her father. They would have solicited the
honour earlierbut had been waiting the arrival of a folding-screen
from Londonwhich they hoped might keep Mr. Woodhouse from any draught
of airand therefore induce him the more readily to give them the
honour of his company. "Upon the wholeshe was very persuadable;
and it being briefly settled among themselves how it might be
done without neglecting his comfort--how certainly Mrs. Goddard
if not Mrs. Batesmight be depended on for bearing him company--
Mr. Woodhouse was to be talked into an acquiescence of his daughter's
going out to dinner on a day now near at handand spending
the whole evening away from him. As for his goingEmma did
not wish him to think it possiblethe hours would be too late
and the party too numerous. He was soon pretty well resigned.

I am not fond of dinner-visiting,said he--"I never was.
No more is Emma. Late hours do not agree with us. I am sorry
Mr. and Mrs. Cole should have done it. I think it would be
much better if they would come in one afternoon next summer
and take their tea with us--take us in their afternoon walk;
which they might doas our hours are so reasonableand yet get home
without being out in the damp of the evening. The dews of a summer
evening are what I would not expose any body to. Howeveras they
are so very desirous to have dear Emma dine with themand as you
will both be thereand Mr. Knightley tooto take care of her
I cannot wish to prevent itprovided the weather be what it ought
neither dampnor coldnor windy." Then turning to Mrs. Weston
with a look of gentle reproach--"Ah! Miss Taylorif you had
not marriedyou would have staid at home with me."

Well, sir,cried Mr. Westonas I took Miss Taylor away,
it is incumbent on me to supply her place, if I can; and I will

step to Mrs. Goddard in a moment, if you wish it.

But the idea of any thing to be done in a momentwas increasing
not lesseningMr. Woodhouse's agitation. The ladies knew better
how to allay it. Mr. Weston must be quietand every thing
deliberately arranged.

With this treatmentMr. Woodhouse was soon composed enough
for talking as usual. "He should be happy to see Mrs. Goddard.
He had a great regard for Mrs. Goddard; and Emma should write a line
and invite her. James could take the note. But first of all
there must be an answer written to Mrs. Cole."

You will make my excuses, my dear, as civilly as possible. You will
say that I am quite an invalid, and go no where, and therefore must
decline their obliging invitation; beginning with my compliments,
of course. But you will do every thing right. I need not tell you
what is to be done. We must remember to let James know that the carriage
will be wanted on Tuesday. I shall have no fears for you with him.
We have never been there above once since the new approach was made;
but still I have no doubt that James will take you very safely.
And when you get there, you must tell him at what time you would
have him come for you again; and you had better name an early hour.
You will not like staying late. You will get very tired when tea
is over.

But you would not wish me to come away before I am tired, papa?

Oh! no, my love; but you will soon be tired. There will be
a great many people talking at once. You will not like the noise.

But, my dear sir,cried Mr. Westonif Emma comes away early,
it will be breaking up the party.

And no great harm if it does,said Mr. Woodhouse. "The sooner
every party breaks upthe better."

But you do not consider how it may appear to the Coles.
Emma's going away directly after tea might be giving offence.
They are good-natured people, and think little of their own claims;
but still they must feel that any body's hurrying away is no
great compliment; and Miss Woodhouse's doing it would be more thought
of than any other person's in the room. You would not wish to disappoint
and mortify the Coles, I am sure, sir; friendly, good sort of people
as ever lived, and who have been your neighbours these ten years.

No, upon no account in the world, Mr. Weston; I am much obliged
to you for reminding me. I should be extremely sorry to be giving
them any pain. I know what worthy people they are. Perry tells
me that Mr. Cole never touches malt liquor. You would not think
it to look at him, but he is bilious--Mr. Cole is very bilious.
No, I would not be the means of giving them any pain. My dear Emma,
we must consider this. I am sure, rather than run the risk of hurting
Mr. and Mrs. Cole, you would stay a little longer than you might wish.
You will not regard being tired. You will be perfectly safe,
you know, among your friends.

Oh yes, papa. I have no fears at all for myself; and I should have
no scruples of staying as late as Mrs. Weston, but on your account.
I am only afraid of your sitting up for me. I am not afraid
of your not being exceedingly comfortable with Mrs. Goddard.
She loves piquet, you know; but when she is gone home, I am afraid
you will be sitting up by yourself, instead of going to bed at your
usual time--and the idea of that would entirely destroy my comfort.

You must promise me not to sit up.

He didon the condition of some promises on her side: such as that
if she came home coldshe would be sure to warm herself thoroughly;
if hungrythat she would take something to eat; that her own maid
should sit up for her; and that Serle and the butler should see
that every thing were safe in the houseas usual.


Frank Churchill came back again; and if he kept his father's
dinner waitingit was not known at Hartfield; for Mrs. Weston
was too anxious for his being a favourite with Mr. Woodhouse
to betray any imperfection which could be concealed.

He came backhad had his hair cutand laughed at himself with
a very good gracebut without seeming really at all ashamed
of what he had done. He had no reason to wish his hair longer
to conceal any confusion of face; no reason to wish the money unspent
to improve his spirits. He was quite as undaunted and as lively
as ever; andafter seeing himEmma thus moralised to herself:-

I do not know whether it ought to be so, but certainly silly things
do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an
impudent way. Wickedness is always wickedness, but folly is not
always folly.--It depends upon the character of those who handle it.
Mr. Knightley, he is not a trifling, silly young man. If he were,
he would have done this differently. He would either have gloried
in the achievement, or been ashamed of it. There would have been
either the ostentation of a coxcomb, or the evasions of a mind too
weak to defend its own vanities.--No, I am perfectly sure that he
is not trifling or silly.

With Tuesday came the agreeable prospect of seeing him again
and for a longer time than hitherto; of judging of his general manners
and by inferenceof the meaning of his manners towards herself;
of guessing how soon it might be necessary for her to throw coldness
into her air; and of fancying what the observations of all those
might bewho were now seeing them together for the first time.

She meant to be very happyin spite of the scene being laid at
Mr. Cole's; and without being able to forget that among the failings
of Mr. Eltoneven in the days of his favournone had disturbed
her more than his propensity to dine with Mr. Cole.

Her father's comfort was amply securedMrs. Bates as well as
Mrs. Goddard being able to come; and her last pleasing duty
before she left the housewas to pay her respects to them as
they sat together after dinner; and while her father was fondly
noticing the beauty of her dressto make the two ladies all
the amends in her powerby helping them to large slices of cake
and full glasses of winefor whatever unwilling self-denial his
care of their constitution might have obliged them to practise
during the meal.--She had provided a plentiful dinner for them;
she wished she could know that they had been allowed to eat it.

She followed another carriage to Mr. Cole's door; and was pleased
to see that it was Mr. Knightley's; for Mr. Knightley keeping
no horseshaving little spare money and a great deal of health
activityand independencewas too aptin Emma's opinionto get
about as he couldand not use his carriage so often as became

the owner of Donwell Abbey. She had an opportunity now of speaking
her approbation while warm from her heartfor he stopped to hand her out.

This is coming as you should do,said she; "like a gentleman.-I
am quite glad to see you."

He thanked herobservingHow lucky that we should arrive at the same
moment! for, if we had met first in the drawing-room, I doubt whether
you would have discerned me to be more of a gentleman than usual.--
You might not have distinguished how I came, by my look or manner.

Yes I should, I am sure I should. There is always a look of
consciousness or bustle when people come in a way which they know
to be beneath them. You think you carry it off very well, I dare say,
but with you it is a sort of bravado, an air of affected unconcern;
I always observe it whenever I meet you under those circumstances.
Now you have nothing to try for. You are not afraid of being
supposed ashamed. You are not striving to look taller than any
body else. Now I shall really be very happy to walk into the same
room with you.

Nonsensical girl!was his replybut not at all in anger.

Emma had as much reason to be satisfied with the rest of the party
as with Mr. Knightley. She was received with a cordial respect
which could not but pleaseand given all the consequence she could
wish for. When the Westons arrivedthe kindest looks of love
the strongest of admiration were for herfrom both husband and wife;
the son approached her with a cheerful eagerness which marked
her as his peculiar objectand at dinner she found him seated
by her--andas she firmly believednot without some dexterity
on his side.

The party was rather largeas it included one other familya proper
unobjectionable country familywhom the Coles had the advantage of
naming among their acquaintanceand the male part of Mr. Cox's family
the lawyer of Highbury. The less worthy females were to come
in the eveningwith Miss BatesMiss Fairfaxand Miss Smith;
but alreadyat dinnerthey were too numerous for any subject
of conversation to be general; andwhile politics and Mr. Elton
were talked overEmma could fairly surrender all her attention to
the pleasantness of her neighbour. The first remote sound to which
she felt herself obliged to attendwas the name of Jane Fairfax.
Mrs. Cole seemed to be relating something of her that was expected to be
very interesting. She listenedand found it well worth listening to.
That very dear part of Emmaher fancyreceived an amusing supply.
Mrs. Cole was telling that she had been calling on Miss Bates
and as soon as she entered the room had been struck by the sight
of a pianoforte--a very elegant looking instrument--not a grand
but a large-sized square pianoforte; and the substance of the story
the end of all the dialogue which ensued of surprizeand inquiry
and congratulations on her sideand explanations on Miss Bates'swas
that this pianoforte had arrived from Broadwood's the day before
to the great astonishment of both aunt and niece--entirely unexpected;
that at firstby Miss Bates's accountJane herself was quite at
a lossquite bewildered to think who could possibly have ordered it-but
nowthey were both perfectly satisfied that it could be from only
one quarter;--of course it must be from Colonel Campbell.

One can suppose nothing else,added Mrs. Coleand I was only
surprized that there could ever have been a doubt. But Jane,
it seems, had a letter from them very lately, and not a word was said
about it. She knows their ways best; but I should not consider their
silence as any reason for their not meaning to make the present.

They might chuse to surprize her.

Mrs. Cole had many to agree with her; every body who spoke on the
subject was equally convinced that it must come from Colonel Campbell
and equally rejoiced that such a present had been made; and there
were enough ready to speak to allow Emma to think her own way
and still listen to Mrs. Cole.

I declare, I do not know when I have heard any thing that has given
me more satisfaction!--It always has quite hurt me that Jane Fairfax,
who plays so delightfully, should not have an instrument.
It seemed quite a shame, especially considering how many houses
there are where fine instruments are absolutely thrown away.
This is like giving ourselves a slap, to be sure! and it was
but yesterday I was telling Mr. Cole, I really was ashamed
to look at our new grand pianoforte in the drawing-room, while I
do not know one note from another, and our little girls, who are
but just beginning, perhaps may never make any thing of it;
and there is poor Jane Fairfax, who is mistress of music, has not
any thing of the nature of an instrument, not even the pitifullest
old spinet in the world, to amuse herself with.--I was saying this
to Mr. Cole but yesterday, and he quite agreed with me; only he
is so particularly fond of music that he could not help indulging
himself in the purchase, hoping that some of our good neighbours might
be so obliging occasionally to put it to a better use than we can;
and that really is the reason why the instrument was bought-or
else I am sure we ought to be ashamed of it.--We are in great
hopes that Miss Woodhouse may be prevailed with to try it this evening.

Miss Woodhouse made the proper acquiescence; and finding that nothing
more was to be entrapped from any communication of Mrs. Cole's
turned to Frank Churchill.

Why do you smile?said she.

Nay, why do you?

Me!--I suppose I smile for pleasure at Colonel Campbell's being
so rich and so liberal.--It is a handsome present.


I rather wonder that it was never made before.

Perhaps Miss Fairfax has never been staying here so long before.

Or that he did not give her the use of their own instrument-which
must now be shut up in London, untouched by any body.

That is a grand pianoforte, and he might think it too large
for Mrs. Bates's house.

You may say what you chuse--but your countenance testifies
that your thoughts on this subject are very much like mine.

I do not know. I rather believe you are giving me more credit for
acuteness than I deserve. I smile because you smile, and shall probably
suspect whatever I find you suspect; but at present I do not see what
there is to question. If Colonel Campbell is not the person, who can be?

What do you say to Mrs. Dixon?

Mrs. Dixon! very true indeed. I had not thought of Mrs. Dixon.
She must know as well as her father, how acceptable an instrument

would be; and perhaps the mode of it, the mystery, the surprize,
is more like a young woman's scheme than an elderly man's. It
is Mrs. Dixon, I dare say. I told you that your suspicions would
guide mine.

If so, you must extend your suspicions and comprehend Mr. Dixon
in them.

Mr. Dixon.--Very well. Yes, I immediately perceive that it must
be the joint present of Mr. and Mrs. Dixon. We were speaking the
other day, you know, of his being so warm an admirer of her performance.

Yes, and what you told me on that head, confirmed an idea which I
had entertained before.--I do not mean to reflect upon the good
intentions of either Mr. Dixon or Miss Fairfax, but I cannot help
suspecting either that, after making his proposals to her friend,
he had the misfortune to fall in love with her, or that he became
conscious of a little attachment on her side. One might guess
twenty things without guessing exactly the right; but I am sure
there must be a particular cause for her chusing to come to Highbury
instead of going with the Campbells to Ireland. Here, she must be
leading a life of privation and penance; there it would have been
all enjoyment. As to the pretence of trying her native air, I look
upon that as a mere excuse.--In the summer it might have passed;
but what can any body's native air do for them in the months
of January, February, and March? Good fires and carriages would
be much more to the purpose in most cases of delicate health, and I
dare say in her's. I do not require you to adopt all my suspicions,
though you make so noble a profession of doing it, but I honestly
tell you what they are.

And, upon my word, they have an air of great probability.
Mr. Dixon's preference of her music to her friend's, I can answer
for being very decided.

And then, he saved her life. Did you ever hear of that?--
A water party; and by some accident she was falling overboard.
He caught her.

He did. I was there--one of the party.

Were you really?--Well!--But you observed nothing of course,
for it seems to be a new idea to you.--If I had been there, I think
I should have made some discoveries.

I dare say you would; but I, simple I, saw nothing but the fact,
that Miss Fairfax was nearly dashed from the vessel and that Mr. Dixon
caught her.--It was the work of a moment. And though the consequent
shock and alarm was very great and much more durable--indeed I
believe it was half an hour before any of us were comfortable again--
yet that was too general a sensation for any thing of peculiar
anxiety to be observable. I do not mean to say, however, that you
might not have made discoveries.

The conversation was here interrupted. They were called on to share
in the awkwardness of a rather long interval between the courses
and obliged to be as formal and as orderly as the others; but when
the table was again safely coveredwhen every corner dish was placed
exactly rightand occupation and ease were generally restored
Emma said

The arrival of this pianoforte is decisive with me. I wanted to know
a little more, and this tells me quite enough. Depend upon it,
we shall soon hear that it is a present from Mr. and Mrs. Dixon.

And if the Dixons should absolutely deny all knowledge of it we
must conclude it to come from the Campbells.

No, I am sure it is not from the Campbells. Miss Fairfax knows it
is not from the Campbells, or they would have been guessed at first.
She would not have been puzzled, had she dared fix on them.
I may not have convinced you perhaps, but I am perfectly convinced
myself that Mr. Dixon is a principal in the business.

Indeed you injure me if you suppose me unconvinced. Your reasonings
carry my judgment along with them entirely. At first, while I
supposed you satisfied that Colonel Campbell was the giver, I saw
it only as paternal kindness, and thought it the most natural thing
in the world. But when you mentioned Mrs. Dixon, I felt how much more
probable that it should be the tribute of warm female friendship.
And now I can see it in no other light than as an offering of love.

There was no occasion to press the matter farther. The conviction
seemed real; he looked as if he felt it. She said no more
other subjects took their turn; and the rest of the dinner passed away;
the dessert succeededthe children came inand were talked
to and admired amid the usual rate of conversation; a few clever
things saida few downright sillybut by much the larger proportion
neither the one nor the other--nothing worse than everyday remarks
dull repetitionsold newsand heavy jokes.

The ladies had not been long in the drawing-roombefore the other ladies
in their different divisionsarrived. Emma watched the entree of her
own particular little friend; and if she could not exult in her dignity
and graceshe could not only love the blooming sweetness and the
artless mannerbut could most heartily rejoice in that lightcheerful
unsentimental disposition which allowed her so many alleviations
of pleasurein the midst of the pangs of disappointed affection.
There she sat--and who would have guessed how many tears she had
been lately shedding? To be in companynicely dressed herself
and seeing others nicely dressedto sit and smile and look pretty
and say nothingwas enough for the happiness of the present hour.
Jane Fairfax did look and move superior; but Emma suspected she
might have been glad to change feelings with Harrietvery glad
to have purchased the mortification of having loved--yesof having
loved even Mr. Elton in vain--by the surrender of all the dangerous
pleasure of knowing herself beloved by the husband of her friend.

In so large a party it was not necessary that Emma should approach her.
She did not wish to speak of the pianoforteshe felt too much
in the secret herselfto think the appearance of curiosity
or interest fairand therefore purposely kept at a distance;
but by the othersthe subject was almost immediately introduced
and she saw the blush of consciousness with which congratulations
were receivedthe blush of guilt which accompanied the name of "my
excellent friend Colonel Campbell."

Mrs. Westonkind-hearted and musicalwas particularly interested
by the circumstanceand Emma could not help being amused at her
perseverance in dwelling on the subject; and having so much to ask
and to say as to tonetouchand pedaltotally unsuspicious
of that wish of saying as little about it as possiblewhich she
plainly read in the fair heroine's countenance.

They were soon joined by some of the gentlemen; and the very first of the
early was Frank Churchill. In he walkedthe first and the handsomest;
and after paying his compliments en passant to Miss Bates and
her niecemade his way directly to the opposite side of the circle

where sat Miss Woodhouse; and till he could find a seat by her
would not sit at all. Emma divined what every body present must
be thinking. She was his objectand every body must perceive it.
She introduced him to her friendMiss Smithandat convenient
moments afterwardsheard what each thought of the other. "He had
never seen so lovely a faceand was delighted with her naivete."
And sheOnly to be sure it was paying him too great a compliment,
but she did think there were some looks a little like Mr. Elton.
Emma restrained her indignationand only turned from her in silence.

Smiles of intelligence passed between her and the gentleman on first
glancing towards Miss Fairfax; but it was most prudent to avoid speech.
He told her that he had been impatient to leave the dining-room--
hated sitting long--was always the first to move when he could--
that his fatherMr. KnightleyMr. Coxand Mr. Colewere left
very busy over parish business--that as long as he had staid
howeverit had been pleasant enoughas he had found them in general
a set of gentlemanlikesensible men; and spoke so handsomely of
Highbury altogether--thought it so abundant in agreeable families--
that Emma began to feel she had been used to despise the place
rather too much. She questioned him as to the society in Yorkshire--
the extent of the neighbourhood about Enscombeand the sort;
and could make out from his answers thatas far as Enscombe
was concernedthere was very little going onthat their visitings
were among a range of great familiesnone very near; and that even
when days were fixedand invitations acceptedit was an even
chance that Mrs. Churchill were not in health and spirits for going;
that they made a point of visiting no fresh person; and that
though he had his separate engagementsit was not without difficulty
without considerable address at timesthat he could get away
or introduce an acquaintance for a night.

She saw that Enscombe could not satisfyand that Highbury
taken at its bestmight reasonably please a young man who had more
retirement at home than he liked. His importance at Enscombe was
very evident. He did not boastbut it naturally betrayed itself
that he had persuaded his aunt where his uncle could do nothing
and on her laughing and noticing ithe owned that he believed (excepting
one or two points) he could with time persuade her to any thing.
One of those points on which his influence failedhe then mentioned.
He had wanted very much to go abroad--had been very eager indeed
to be allowed to travel--but she would not hear of it. This had
happened the year before. Nowhe saidhe was beginning to have
no longer the same wish.

The unpersuadable pointwhich he did not mentionEmma guessed
to be good behaviour to his father.

I have made a most wretched discovery,said heafter a short pause.--
I have been here a week to-morrow--half my time. I never knew
days fly so fast. A week to-morrow!--And I have hardly begun to
enjoy myself. But just got acquainted with Mrs. Weston, and others!--
I hate the recollection.

Perhaps you may now begin to regret that you spent one whole day,
out of so few, in having your hair cut.

No,said hesmilingthat is no subject of regret at all.
I have no pleasure in seeing my friends, unless I can believe myself
fit to be seen.

The rest of the gentlemen being now in the roomEmma found herself
obliged to turn from him for a few minutesand listen to Mr. Cole.
When Mr. Cole had moved awayand her attention could be restored

as beforeshe saw Frank Churchill looking intently across the room
at Miss Fairfaxwho was sitting exactly opposite.

What is the matter?said she.

He started. "Thank you for rousing me he replied. I believe
I have been very rude; but really Miss Fairfax has done her hair
in so odd a way--so very odd a way--that I cannot keep my eyes
from her. I never saw any thing so outree!--Those curls!--This must
be a fancy of her own. I see nobody else looking like her!-I
must go and ask her whether it is an Irish fashion. Shall I?--
YesI will--I declare I will--and you shall see how she takes it;-whether
she colours."

He was gone immediately; and Emma soon saw him standing before Miss
Fairfaxand talking to her; but as to its effect on the young lady
as he had improvidently placed himself exactly between themexactly
in front of Miss Fairfaxshe could absolutely distinguish nothing.

Before he could return to his chairit was taken by Mrs. Weston.

This is the luxury of a large party,said she:--"one can get
near every bodyand say every thing. My dear EmmaI am longing
to talk to you. I have been making discoveries and forming plans
just like yourselfand I must tell them while the idea is fresh.
Do you know how Miss Bates and her niece came here?"

How?--They were invited, were not they?

Oh! yes--but how they were conveyed hither?--the manner of their coming?

They walked, I conclude. How else could they come?

Very true.--Well, a little while ago it occurred to me how very sad
it would be to have Jane Fairfax walking home again, late at night,
and cold as the nights are now. And as I looked at her, though I
never saw her appear to more advantage, it struck me that she
was heated, and would therefore be particularly liable to take cold.
Poor girl! I could not bear the idea of it; so, as soon as Mr. Weston
came into the room, and I could get at him, I spoke to him about
the carriage. You may guess how readily he came into my wishes;
and having his approbation, I made my way directly to Miss Bates,
to assure her that the carriage would be at her service before it took
us home; for I thought it would be making her comfortable at once.
Good soul! she was as grateful as possible, you may be sure.
`Nobody was ever so fortunate as herself!'--but with many,
many thanks--`there was no occasion to trouble us, for Mr. Knightley's
carriage had brought, and was to take them home again.' I was
quite surprized;--very glad, I am sure; but really quite surprized.
Such a very kind attention--and so thoughtful an attention!-the
sort of thing that so few men would think of. And, in short,
from knowing his usual ways, I am very much inclined to think
that it was for their accommodation the carriage was used at all.
I do suspect he would not have had a pair of horses for himself,
and that it was only as an excuse for assisting them.

Very likely,said Emma--"nothing more likely. I know no man
more likely than Mr. Knightley to do the sort of thing--to do any
thing really good-naturedusefulconsiderateor benevolent.
He is not a gallant manbut he is a very humane one; and this
considering Jane Fairfax's ill-healthwould appear a case
of humanity to him;--and for an act of unostentatious kindness
there is nobody whom I would fix on more than on Mr. Knightley.
I know he had horses to-day--for we arrived together; and I laughed at

him about itbut he said not a word that could betray."

Well,said Mrs. Westonsmilingyou give him credit for
more simple, disinterested benevolence in this instance than I do;
for while Miss Bates was speaking, a suspicion darted into my head,
and I have never been able to get it out again. The more I think
of it, the more probable it appears. In short, I have made a match
between Mr. Knightley and Jane Fairfax. See the consequence
of keeping you company!--What do you say to it?

Mr. Knightley and Jane Fairfax!exclaimed Emma. "Dear Mrs. Weston
how could you think of such a thing?--Mr. Knightley!--Mr. Knightley
must not marry!--You would not have little Henry cut out from Donwell?--
Oh! nonoHenry must have Donwell. I cannot at all consent to
Mr. Knightley's marrying; and I am sure it is not at all likely.
I am amazed that you should think of such a thing."

My dear Emma, I have told you what led me to think of it.
I do not want the match--I do not want to injure dear little Henry--
but the idea has been given me by circumstances; and if Mr. Knightley
really wished to marry, you would not have him refrain on Henry's
account, a boy of six years old, who knows nothing of the matter?

Yes, I would. I could not bear to have Henry supplanted.--
Mr. Knightley marry!--No, I have never had such an idea, and I
cannot adopt it now. And Jane Fairfax, too, of all women!

Nay, she has always been a first favourite with him, as you
very well know.

But the imprudence of such a match!

I am not speaking of its prudence; merely its probability.

I see no probability in it, unless you have any better foundation
than what you mention. His good-nature, his humanity, as I tell you,
would be quite enough to account for the horses. He has a great
regard for the Bateses, you know, independent of Jane Fairfax--
and is always glad to shew them attention. My dear Mrs. Weston,
do not take to match-making. You do it very ill. Jane Fairfax mistress
of the Abbey!--Oh! no, no;--every feeling revolts. For his own sake,
I would not have him do so mad a thing.

Imprudent, if you please--but not mad. Excepting inequality of fortune,
and perhaps a little disparity of age, I can see nothing unsuitable.

But Mr. Knightley does not want to marry. I am sure he has not the
least idea of it. Do not put it into his head. Why should he marry?--
He is as happy as possible by himself; with his farm, and his sheep,
and his library, and all the parish to manage; and he is extremely
fond of his brother's children. He has no occasion to marry,
either to fill up his time or his heart.

My dear Emma, as long as he thinks so, it is so; but if he really
loves Jane Fairfax--

Nonsense! He does not care about Jane Fairfax. In the way
of love, I am sure he does not. He would do any good to her,
or her family; but--

Well,said Mrs. Westonlaughingperhaps the greatest good he
could do them, would be to give Jane such a respectable home.

If it would be good to her, I am sure it would be evil to himself;

a very shameful and degrading connexion. How would he bear to have
Miss Bates belonging to him?--To have her haunting the Abbey,
and thanking him all day long for his great kindness in marrying Jane?--
`So very kind and obliging!--But he always had been such a very
kind neighbour!' And then fly off, through half a sentence,
to her mother's old petticoat. `Not that it was such a very old
petticoat either--for still it would last a great while--and, indeed,
she must thankfully say that their petticoats were all very strong.'

For shame, Emma! Do not mimic her. You divert me against
my conscience. And, upon my word, I do not think Mr. Knightley would
be much disturbed by Miss Bates. Little things do not irritate him.
She might talk on; and if he wanted to say any thing himself, he would
only talk louder, and drown her voice. But the question is not,
whether it would be a bad connexion for him, but whether he wishes it;
and I think he does. I have heard him speak, and so must you,
so very highly of Jane Fairfax! The interest he takes in her--
his anxiety about her health--his concern that she should have no
happier prospect! I have heard him express himself so warmly on
those points!--Such an admirer of her performance on the pianoforte,
and of her voice! I have heard him say that he could listen to her
for ever. Oh! and I had almost forgotten one idea that occurred
to me--this pianoforte that has been sent here by somebody--
though we have all been so well satisfied to consider it a present
from the Campbells, may it not be from Mr. Knightley? I cannot
help suspecting him. I think he is just the person to do it,
even without being in love.

Then it can be no argument to prove that he is in love.
But I do not think it is at all a likely thing for him to do.
Mr. Knightley does nothing mysteriously.

I have heard him lamenting her having no instrument repeatedly;
oftener than I should suppose such a circumstance would, in the common
course of things, occur to him.

Very well; and if he had intended to give her one, he would have
told her so.

There might be scruples of delicacy, my dear Emma. I have a very
strong notion that it comes from him. I am sure he was particularly
silent when Mrs. Cole told us of it at dinner.

You take up an idea, Mrs. Weston, and run away with it; as you have
many a time reproached me with doing. I see no sign of attachment--
I believe nothing of the pianoforte--and proof only shall convince
me that Mr. Knightley has any thought of marrying Jane Fairfax.

They combated the point some time longer in the same way; Emma rather
gaining ground over the mind of her friend; for Mrs. Weston was
the most used of the two to yield; till a little bustle in the room
shewed them that tea was overand the instrument in preparation;--
and at the same moment Mr. Cole approaching to entreat Miss Woodhouse
would do them the honour of trying it. Frank Churchillof whom
in the eagerness of her conversation with Mrs. Westonshe had been
seeing nothingexcept that he had found a seat by Miss Fairfax
followed Mr. Coleto add his very pressing entreaties; and as
in every respectit suited Emma best to leadshe gave a very
proper compliance.

She knew the limitations of her own powers too well to attempt
more than she could perform with credit; she wanted neither taste
nor spirit in the little things which are generally acceptable
and could accompany her own voice well. One accompaniment to her song

took her agreeably by surprize--a secondslightly but correctly
taken by Frank Churchill. Her pardon was duly begged at the close
of the songand every thing usual followed. He was accused
of having a delightful voiceand a perfect knowledge of music;
which was properly denied; and that he knew nothing of the matter
and had no voice at allroundly asserted. They sang together
once more; and Emma would then resign her place to Miss Fairfax
whose performanceboth vocal and instrumentalshe never could
attempt to conceal from herselfwas infinitely superior to her own.

With mixed feelingsshe seated herself at a little distance from the
numbers round the instrumentto listen. Frank Churchill sang again.
They had sung together once or twiceit appearedat Weymouth.
But the sight of Mr. Knightley among the most attentivesoon drew
away half Emma's mind; and she fell into a train of thinking
on the subject of Mrs. Weston's suspicionsto which the sweet
sounds of the united voices gave only momentary interruptions.
Her objections to Mr. Knightley's marrying did not in the least subside.
She could see nothing but evil in it. It would be a great
disappointment to Mr. John Knightley; consequently to Isabella.
A real injury to the children--a most mortifying change
and material loss to them all;--a very great deduction from her
father's daily comfort--andas to herselfshe could not at all
endure the idea of Jane Fairfax at Donwell Abbey. A Mrs. Knightley
for them all to give way to!--No--Mr. Knightley must never marry.
Little Henry must remain the heir of Donwell.

Presently Mr. Knightley looked backand came and sat down by her.
They talked at first only of the performance. His admiration
was certainly very warm; yet she thoughtbut for Mrs. Weston
it would not have struck her. As a sort of touchstonehowever
she began to speak of his kindness in conveying the aunt and niece;
and though his answer was in the spirit of cutting the matter short
she believed it to indicate only his disinclination to dwell on any
kindness of his own.

I often feel concern,said shethat I dare not make our carriage
more useful on such occasions. It is not that I am without the wish;
but you know how impossible my father would deem it that James
should put-to for such a purpose.

Quite out of the question, quite out of the question,he replied;--
but you must often wish it, I am sure.And he smiled with such
seeming pleasure at the convictionthat she must proceed another step.

This present from the Campbells,said she--"this pianoforte
is very kindly given."

Yes,he repliedand without the smallest apparent embarrassment.--
But they would have done better had they given her notice of it.
Surprizes are foolish things. The pleasure is not enhanced, and the
inconvenience is often considerable. I should have expected better
judgment in Colonel Campbell.

From that momentEmma could have taken her oath that Mr. Knightley
had had no concern in giving the instrument. But whether he
were entirely free from peculiar attachment--whether there
were no actual preference--remained a little longer doubtful.
Towards the end of Jane's second songher voice grew thick.

That will do,said hewhen it was finishedthinking aloud--
you have sung quite enough for one evening--now be quiet.

Another songhoweverwas soon begged for. "One more;--they would

not fatigue Miss Fairfax on any accountand would only ask for
one more." And Frank Churchill was heard to sayI think you could
manage this without effort; the first part is so very trifling.
The strength of the song falls on the second.

Mr. Knightley grew angry.

That fellow,said heindignantlythinks of nothing but shewing
off his own voice. This must not be.And touching Miss Bates
who at that moment passed near--"Miss Batesare you madto let
your niece sing herself hoarse in this manner? Goand interfere.
They have no mercy on her."

Miss Batesin her real anxiety for Janecould hardly stay even
to be gratefulbefore she stept forward and put an end to all
farther singing. Here ceased the concert part of the evening
for Miss Woodhouse and Miss Fairfax were the only young lady performers;
but soon (within five minutes) the proposal of dancing--
originating nobody exactly knew where--was so effectually promoted
by Mr. and Mrs. Colethat every thing was rapidly clearing away
to give proper space. Mrs. Westoncapital in her country-dances
was seatedand beginning an irresistible waltz; and Frank Churchill
coming up with most becoming gallantry to Emmahad secured her hand
and led her up to the top.

While waiting till the other young people could pair themselves off
Emma found timein spite of the compliments she was receiving on her
voice and her tasteto look aboutand see what became of Mr. Knightley.
This would be a trial. He was no dancer in general. If he were to be
very alert in engaging Jane Fairfax nowit might augur something.
There was no immediate appearance. No; he was talking to Mrs. Cole--
he was looking on unconcerned; Jane was asked by somebody else
and he was still talking to Mrs. Cole.

Emma had no longer an alarm for Henry; his interest was yet safe;
and she led off the dance with genuine spirit and enjoyment.
Not more than five couple could be mustered; but the rarity and the
suddenness of it made it very delightfuland she found herself well
matched in a partner. They were a couple worth looking at.

Two dancesunfortunatelywere all that could be allowed.
It was growing lateand Miss Bates became anxious to get home
on her mother's account. After some attemptsthereforeto be
permitted to begin againthey were obliged to thank Mrs. Weston
look sorrowfuland have done.

Perhaps it is as well,said Frank Churchillas he attended Emma
to her carriage. "I must have asked Miss Fairfaxand her languid
dancing would not have agreed with meafter your's."


Emma did not repent her condescension in going to the Coles.
The visit afforded her many pleasant recollections the next day;
and all that she might be supposed to have lost on the side
of dignified seclusionmust be amply repaid in the splendour
of popularity. She must have delighted the Coles--worthy people
who deserved to be made happy!--And left a name behind her that would
not soon die away.

Perfect happinesseven in memoryis not common; and there were

two points on which she was not quite easy. She doubted whether
she had not transgressed the duty of woman by womanin betraying
her suspicions of Jane Fairfax's feelings to Frank Churchill.
It was hardly right; but it had been so strong an ideathat it
would escape herand his submission to all that she told
was a compliment to her penetrationwhich made it difficult
for her to be quite certain that she ought to have held her tongue.

The other circumstance of regret related also to Jane Fairfax;
and there she had no doubt. She did unfeignedly and unequivocally
regret the inferiority of her own playing and singing. She did
most heartily grieve over the idleness of her childhood--and sat
down and practised vigorously an hour and a half.

She was then interrupted by Harriet's coming in; and if Harriet's
praise could have satisfied hershe might soon have been comforted.

Oh! if I could but play as well as you and Miss Fairfax!

Don't class us together, Harriet. My playing is no more like
her's, than a lamp is like sunshine.

Oh! dear--I think you play the best of the two. I think you play
quite as well as she does. I am sure I had much rather hear you.
Every body last night said how well you played.

Those who knew any thing about it, must have felt the difference.
The truth is, Harriet, that my playing is just good enough to be praised,
but Jane Fairfax's is much beyond it.

Well, I always shall think that you play quite as well as she does,
or that if there is any difference nobody would ever find it out.
Mr. Cole said how much taste you had; and Mr. Frank Churchill talked
a great deal about your taste, and that he valued taste much more
than execution.

Ah! but Jane Fairfax has them both, Harriet.

Are you sure? I saw she had execution, but I did not know she had
any taste. Nobody talked about it. And I hate Italian singing.--
There is no understanding a word of it. Besides, if she does play
so very well, you know, it is no more than she is obliged to do,
because she will have to teach. The Coxes were wondering last night
whether she would get into any great family. How did you think the
Coxes looked?

Just as they always do--very vulgar.

They told me something,said Harriet rather hesitatingly;"
but it is nothing of any consequence."

Emma was obliged to ask what they had told herthough fearful
of its producing Mr. Elton.

They told me---that Mr. Martin dined with them last Saturday.


He came to their father upon some business, and he asked him
to stay to dinner.


They talked a great deal about him, especially Anne Cox.

I do not know what she meant, but she asked me if I thought I
should go and stay there again next summer.

She meant to be impertinently curious, just as such an Anne Cox
should be.

She said he was very agreeable the day he dined there. He sat
by her at dinner. Miss Nash thinks either of the Coxes would
be very glad to marry him.

Very likely.--I think they are, without exception, the most vulgar
girls in Highbury.

Harriet had business at Ford's.--Emma thought it most prudent to go
with her. Another accidental meeting with the Martins was possible
and in her present statewould be dangerous.

Harriettempted by every thing and swayed by half a wordwas always
very long at a purchase; and while she was still hanging over muslins
and changing her mindEmma went to the door for amusement.--Much could
not be hoped from the traffic of even the busiest part of Highbury;--
Mr. Perry walking hastily byMr. William Cox letting himself in at
the office-doorMr. Cole's carriage-horses returning from exercise
or a stray letter-boy on an obstinate mulewere the liveliest
objects she could presume to expect; and when her eyes fell only on
the butcher with his traya tidy old woman travelling homewards from
shop with her full baskettwo curs quarrelling over a dirty bone
and a string of dawdling children round the baker's little bow-window
eyeing the gingerbreadshe knew she had no reason to complain
and was amused enough; quite enough still to stand at the door.
A mind lively and at easecan do with seeing nothingand can see
nothing that does not answer.

She looked down the Randalls road. The scene enlarged;
two persons appeared; Mrs. Weston and her son-in-law; they were
walking into Highbury;--to Hartfield of course. They were stopping
howeverin the first place at Mrs. Bates's; whose house was
a little nearer Randalls than Ford's; and had all but knocked
when Emma caught their eye.--Immediately they crossed the road
and came forward to her; and the agreeableness of yesterday's
engagement seemed to give fresh pleasure to the present meeting.
Mrs. Weston informed her that she was going to call on the Bateses
in order to hear the new instrument.

For my companion tells me,said shethat I absolutely promised
Miss Bates last night, that I would come this morning. I was
not aware of it myself. I did not know that I had fixed a day,
but as he says I did, I am going now.

And while Mrs. Weston pays her visit, I may be allowed, I hope,
said Frank Churchillto join your party and wait for her at Hartfield--
if you are going home.

Mrs. Weston was disappointed.

I thought you meant to go with me. They would be very much pleased.

Me! I should be quite in the way. But, perhaps--I may be equally
in the way here. Miss Woodhouse looks as if she did not want me.
My aunt always sends me off when she is shopping. She says I fidget
her to death; and Miss Woodhouse looks as if she could almost say
the same. What am I to do?

I am here on no business of my own,said Emma; "I am only waiting

for my friend. She will probably have soon doneand then we
shall go home. But you had better go with Mrs. Weston and hear
the instrument."

Well--if you advise it.--But (with a smile) if Colonel Campbell
should have employed a careless friend, and if it should prove
to have an indifferent tone--what shall I say? I shall be no
support to Mrs. Weston. She might do very well by herself.
A disagreeable truth would be palatable through her lips, but I
am the wretchedest being in the world at a civil falsehood.

I do not believe any such thing,replied Emma.--"I am persuaded
that you can be as insincere as your neighbourswhen it is necessary;
but there is no reason to suppose the instrument is indifferent.
Quite otherwise indeedif I understood Miss Fairfax's opinion
last night."

Do come with me,said Mrs. Westonif it be not very disagreeable
to you. It need not detain us long. We will go to Hartfield afterwards.
We will follow them to Hartfield. I really wish you to call with me.
It will be felt so great an attention! and I always thought you
meant it.

He could say no more; and with the hope of Hartfield to reward him
returned with Mrs. Weston to Mrs. Bates's door. Emma watched them in
and then joined Harriet at the interesting counter--tryingwith all
the force of her own mindto convince her that if she wanted plain
muslin it was of no use to look at figured; and that a blue ribbon
be it ever so beautifulwould still never match her yellow pattern.
At last it was all settledeven to the destination of the parcel.

Should I send it to Mrs. Goddard's, ma'am?asked Mrs. Ford.--
Yes--no--yes, to Mrs. Goddard's. Only my pattern gown is
at Hartfield. No, you shall send it to Hartfield, if you please.
But then, Mrs. Goddard will want to see it.--And I could take the
pattern gown home any day. But I shall want the ribbon directly--
so it had better go to Hartfield--at least the ribbon. You could
make it into two parcels, Mrs. Ford, could not you?

It is not worth while, Harriet, to give Mrs. Ford the trouble
of two parcels.

No more it is.

No trouble in the world, ma'am,said the obliging Mrs. Ford.

Oh! but indeed I would much rather have it only in one.
Then, if you please, you shall send it all to Mrs. Goddard's--
I do not know--No, I think, Miss Woodhouse, I may just as well
have it sent to Hartfield, and take it home with me at night.
What do you advise?

That you do not give another half-second to the subject.
To Hartfield, if you please, Mrs. Ford.

Aye, that will be much best,said Harrietquite satisfied
I should not at all like to have it sent to Mrs. Goddard's.

Voices approached the shop--or rather one voice and two ladies:
Mrs. Weston and Miss Bates met them at the door.

My dear Miss Woodhouse,said the latterI am just run across to
entreat the favour of you to come and sit down with us a little while,
and give us your opinion of our new instrument; you and Miss Smith.

How do you do, Miss Smith?--Very well I thank you.--And I begged
Mrs. Weston to come with me, that I might be sure of succeeding.

I hope Mrs. Bates and Miss Fairfax are--

Very well, I am much obliged to you. My mother is delightfully well;
and Jane caught no cold last night. How is Mr. Woodhouse?--I am so glad
to hear such a good account. Mrs. Weston told me you were here.--
Oh! then, said I, I must run across, I am sure Miss Woodhouse will
allow me just to run across and entreat her to come in; my mother
will be so very happy to see her--and now we are such a nice party,
she cannot refuse.--`Aye, pray do,' said Mr. Frank Churchill,
`Miss Woodhouse's opinion of the instrument will be worth having.'--
But, said I, I shall be more sure of succeeding if one of you will go
with me.--`Oh,' said he, `wait half a minute, till I have finished
my job;'--For, would you believe it, Miss Woodhouse, there he is,
in the most obliging manner in the world, fastening in the rivet of my
mother's spectacles.--The rivet came out, you know, this morning.-So
very obliging!--For my mother had no use of her spectacles-could
not put them on. And, by the bye, every body ought to have
two pair of spectacles; they should indeed. Jane said so.
I meant to take them over to John Saunders the first thing I did,
but something or other hindered me all the morning; first one thing,
then another, there is no saying what, you know. At one time Patty came
to say she thought the kitchen chimney wanted sweeping. Oh, said I,
Patty do not come with your bad news to me. Here is the rivet
of your mistress's spectacles out. Then the baked apples came home,
Mrs. Wallis sent them by her boy; they are extremely civil and
obliging to us, the Wallises, always--I have heard some people
say that Mrs. Wallis can be uncivil and give a very rude answer,
but we have never known any thing but the greatest attention
from them. And it cannot be for the value of our custom now,
for what is our consumption of bread, you know? Only three of us.-besides
dear Jane at present--and she really eats nothing--makes such
a shocking breakfast, you would be quite frightened if you saw it.
I dare not let my mother know how little she eats--so I say one
thing and then I say another, and it passes off. But about the
middle of the day she gets hungry, and there is nothing she likes
so well as these baked apples, and they are extremely wholesome,
for I took the opportunity the other day of asking Mr. Perry;
I happened to meet him in the street. Not that I had any doubt before-I
have so often heard Mr. Woodhouse recommend a baked apple.
I believe it is the only way that Mr. Woodhouse thinks the
fruit thoroughly wholesome. We have apple-dumplings, however,
very often. Patty makes an excellent apple-dumpling. Well,
Mrs. Weston, you have prevailed, I hope, and these ladies will
oblige us.

Emma would be "very happy to wait on Mrs. Bates&c. and they
did at last move out of the shop, with no farther delay from Miss
Bates than,

How do you doMrs. Ford? I beg your pardon. I did not see
you before. I hear you have a charming collection of new ribbons
from town. Jane came back delighted yesterday. Thank ye
the gloves do very well--only a little too large about the wrist;
but Jane is taking them in."

What was I talking of?said shebeginning again when they were
all in the street.

Emma wondered on whatof all the medleyshe would fix.

I declare I cannot recollect what I was talking of.--Oh! my

mother's spectacles. So very obliging of Mr. Frank Churchill!
`Oh!' said he, `I do think I can fasten the rivet; I like a job
of this kind excessively.'--Which you know shewed him to be so
very. . . . Indeed I must say that, much as I had heard of him
before and much as I had expected, he very far exceeds any
thing. . . . I do congratulate you, Mrs. Weston, most warmly.
He seems every thing the fondest parent could. . . . `Oh!' said he,
`I can fasten the rivet. I like a job of that sort excessively.'
I never shall forget his manner. And when I brought out the baked
apples from the closet, and hoped our friends would be so very
obliging as to take some, `Oh!' said he directly, `there is nothing
in the way of fruit half so good, and these are the finest-looking
home-baked apples I ever saw in my life.' That, you know, was so
very. . . . And I am sure, by his manner, it was no compliment.
Indeed they are very delightful apples, and Mrs. Wallis does them
full justice--only we do not have them baked more than twice,
and Mr. Woodhouse made us promise to have them done three times-but
Miss Woodhouse will be so good as not to mention it. The apples
themselves are the very finest sort for baking, beyond a doubt;
all from Donwell--some of Mr. Knightley's most liberal supply.
He sends us a sack every year; and certainly there never was such
a keeping apple anywhere as one of his trees--I believe there
is two of them. My mother says the orchard was always famous
in her younger days. But I was really quite shocked the other day-for
Mr. Knightley called one morning, and Jane was eating these apples,
and we talked about them and said how much she enjoyed them,
and he asked whether we were not got to the end of our stock.
`I am sure you must be,' said he, `and I will send you
another supply; for I have a great many more than I can ever use.
William Larkins let me keep a larger quantity than usual this year.
I will send you some more, before they get good for nothing.'
So I begged he would not--for really as to ours being gone, I could
not absolutely say that we had a great many left--it was but half
a dozen indeed; but they should be all kept for Jane; and I could
not at all bear that he should be sending us more, so liberal as he
had been already; and Jane said the same. And when he was gone,
she almost quarrelled with me--No, I should not say quarrelled,
for we never had a quarrel in our lives; but she was quite distressed
that I had owned the apples were so nearly gone; she wished I had
made him believe we had a great many left. Oh, said I, my dear,
I did say as much as I could. However, the very same evening
William Larkins came over with a large basket of apples, the same
sort of apples, a bushel at least, and I was very much obliged,
and went down and spoke to William Larkins and said every thing,
as you may suppose. William Larkins is such an old acquaintance!
I am always glad to see him. But, however, I found afterwards
from Patty, that William said it was all the apples of that sort
his master had; he had brought them all--and now his master had not
one left to bake or boil. William did not seem to mind it himself,
he was so pleased to think his master had sold so many; for William,
you know, thinks more of his master's profit than any thing;
but Mrs. Hodges, he said, was quite displeased at their being
all sent away. She could not bear that her master should not be
able to have another apple-tart this spring. He told Patty this,
but bid her not mind it, and be sure not to say any thing to us
about it, for Mrs. Hodges would be cross sometimes, and as long as
so many sacks were sold, it did not signify who ate the remainder.
And so Patty told me, and I was excessively shocked indeed!
I would not have Mr. Knightley know any thing about it for
the world! He would be so very. . . . I wanted to keep it from
Jane's knowledge; but, unluckily, I had mentioned it before I was

Miss Bates had just done as Patty opened the door; and her visitors

walked upstairs without having any regular narration to attend to
pursued only by the sounds of her desultory good-will.

Pray take care, Mrs. Weston, there is a step at the turning.
Pray take care, Miss Woodhouse, ours is rather a dark staircase--
rather darker and narrower than one could wish. Miss Smith,
pray take care. Miss Woodhouse, I am quite concerned, I am sure you
hit your foot. Miss Smith, the step at the turning.


The appearance of the little sitting-room as they entered
was tranquillity itself; Mrs. Batesdeprived of her usual employment
slumbering on one side of the fireFrank Churchillat a table
near hermost deedily occupied about her spectaclesand Jane Fairfax
standing with her back to themintent on her pianoforte.

Busy as he washoweverthe young man was yet able to shew a most
happy countenance on seeing Emma again.

This is a pleasure,said hein rather a low voicecoming at
least ten minutes earlier than I had calculated. You find me
trying to be useful; tell me if you think I shall succeed.

What!said Mrs. Westonhave not you finished it yet? you would
not earn a very good livelihood as a working silversmith at this rate.

I have not been working uninterruptedly,he repliedI have been
assisting Miss Fairfax in trying to make her instrument stand steadily,
it was not quite firm; an unevenness in the floor, I believe.
You see we have been wedging one leg with paper. This was very kind
of you to be persuaded to come. I was almost afraid you would be
hurrying home.

He contrived that she should be seated by him; and was sufficiently
employed in looking out the best baked apple for herand trying
to make her help or advise him in his worktill Jane Fairfax was
quite ready to sit down to the pianoforte again. That she was not
immediately readyEmma did suspect to arise from the state of her nerves;
she had not yet possessed the instrument long enough to touch it
without emotion; she must reason herself into the power of performance;
and Emma could not but pity such feelingswhatever their origin
and could not but resolve never to expose them to her neighbour again.

At last Jane beganand though the first bars were feebly given
the powers of the instrument were gradually done full justice to.
Mrs. Weston had been delighted beforeand was delighted again;
Emma joined her in all her praise; and the pianofortewith every
proper discriminationwas pronounced to be altogether of the
highest promise.

Whoever Colonel Campbell might employ,said Frank Churchill
with a smile at Emmathe person has not chosen ill. I heard a good
deal of Colonel Campbell's taste at Weymouth; and the softness of the
upper notes I am sure is exactly what he and all that party would
particularly prize. I dare say, Miss Fairfax, that he either gave
his friend very minute directions, or wrote to Broadwood himself.
Do not you think so?

Jane did not look round. She was not obliged to hear. Mrs. Weston
had been speaking to her at the same moment.

It is not fair,said Emmain a whisper; "mine was a random guess.
Do not distress her."

He shook his head with a smileand looked as if he had very little
doubt and very little mercy. Soon afterwards he began again

How much your friends in Ireland must be enjoying your pleasure
on this occasion, Miss Fairfax. I dare say they often think of you,
and wonder which will be the day, the precise day of the instrument's
coming to hand. Do you imagine Colonel Campbell knows the business
to be going forward just at this time?--Do you imagine it to be
the consequence of an immediate commission from him, or that he may
have sent only a general direction, an order indefinite as to time,
to depend upon contingencies and conveniences?

He paused. She could not but hear; she could not avoid answering

Till I have a letter from Colonel Campbell,said shein a voice
of forced calmnessI can imagine nothing with any confidence.
It must be all conjecture.

Conjecture--aye, sometimes one conjectures right, and sometimes
one conjectures wrong. I wish I could conjecture how soon I shall
make this rivet quite firm. What nonsense one talks, Miss Woodhouse,
when hard at work, if one talks at all;--your real workmen,
I suppose, hold their tongues; but we gentlemen labourers if we get
hold of a word--Miss Fairfax said something about conjecturing.
There, it is done. I have the pleasure, madam, (to Mrs. Bates,)
of restoring your spectacles, healed for the present.

He was very warmly thanked both by mother and daughter; to escape
a little from the latterhe went to the pianoforteand begged
Miss Fairfaxwho was still sitting at itto play something more.

If you are very kind,said heit will be one of the waltzes
we danced last night;--let me live them over again. You did not
enjoy them as I did; you appeared tired the whole time. I believe
you were glad we danced no longer; but I would have given worlds-all
the worlds one ever has to give--for another half-hour.

She played.

What felicity it is to hear a tune again which has made one happy!--
If I mistake not that was danced at Weymouth.

She looked up at him for a momentcoloured deeplyand played
something else. He took some music from a chair near the pianoforte
and turning to Emmasaid

Here is something quite new to me. Do you know it?--Cramer.--
And here are a new set of Irish melodies. That, from such a quarter,
one might expect. This was all sent with the instrument. Very thoughtful
of Colonel Campbell, was not it?--He knew Miss Fairfax could have
no music here. I honour that part of the attention particularly;
it shews it to have been so thoroughly from the heart. Nothing hastily
done; nothing incomplete. True affection only could have prompted it.

Emma wished he would be less pointedyet could not help being amused;
and when on glancing her eye towards Jane Fairfax she caught
the remains of a smilewhen she saw that with all the deep blush
of consciousnessthere had been a smile of secret delight
she had less scruple in the amusementand much less compunction
with respect to her.--This amiableuprightperfect Jane Fairfax

was apparently cherishing very reprehensible feelings.

He brought all the music to herand they looked it over together.--
Emma took the opportunity of whispering

You speak too plain. She must understand you.

I hope she does. I would have her understand me. I am not
in the least ashamed of my meaning.

But really, I am half ashamed, and wish I had never taken up
the idea.

I am very glad you did, and that you communicated it to me.
I have now a key to all her odd looks and ways. Leave shame to her.
If she does wrong, she ought to feel it.

She is not entirely without it, I think.

I do not see much sign of it. She is playing Robin Adair
at this moment--his favourite.

Shortly afterwards Miss Batespassing near the window
descried Mr. Knightley on horse-back not far off.

Mr. Knightley I declare!--I must speak to him if possible,
just to thank him. I will not open the window here; it would give
you all cold; but I can go into my mother's room you know. I dare
say he will come in when he knows who is here. Quite delightful
to have you all meet so!--Our little room so honoured!

She was in the adjoining chamber while she still spokeand opening
the casement thereimmediately called Mr. Knightley's attention
and every syllable of their conversation was as distinctly heard
by the othersas if it had passed within the same apartment.

How d' ye do?--how d'ye do?--Very well, I thank you. So obliged
to you for the carriage last night. We were just in time;
my mother just ready for us. Pray come in; do come in. You will
find some friends here.

So began Miss Bates; and Mr. Knightley seemed determined to be heard
in his turnfor most resolutely and commandingly did he say

How is your niece, Miss Bates?--I want to inquire after you all,
but particularly your niece. How is Miss Fairfax?--I hope she
caught no cold last night. How is she to-day? Tell me how Miss
Fairfax is.

And Miss Bates was obliged to give a direct answer before he
would hear her in any thing else. The listeners were amused;
and Mrs. Weston gave Emma a look of particular meaning. But Emma
still shook her head in steady scepticism.

So obliged to you!--so very much obliged to you for the carriage,
resumed Miss Bates.

He cut her short with

I am going to Kingston. Can I do anything for you?

Oh! dear, Kingston--are you?--Mrs. Cole was saying the other day
she wanted something from Kingston.

Mrs. Cole has servants to send. Can I do any thing for you?

No, I thank you. But do come in. Who do you think is here?--
Miss Woodhouse and Miss Smith; so kind as to call to hear the
new pianoforte. Do put up your horse at the Crown, and come in.

Well,said hein a deliberating mannerfor five minutes, perhaps.

And here is Mrs. Weston and Mr. Frank Churchill too!--Quite delightful;
so many friends!

No, not now, I thank you. I could not stay two minutes.
I must get on to Kingston as fast as I can.

Oh! do come in. They will be so very happy to see you.

No, no; your room is full enough. I will call another day,
and hear the pianoforte.

Well, I am so sorry!--Oh! Mr. Knightley, what a delightful party
last night; how extremely pleasant.--Did you ever see such dancing?--
Was not it delightful?--Miss Woodhouse and Mr. Frank Churchill;
I never saw any thing equal to it.

Oh! very delightful indeed; I can say nothing less, for I suppose
Miss Woodhouse and Mr. Frank Churchill are hearing every thing
that passes. And (raising his voice still more) I do not see why Miss
Fairfax should not be mentioned too. I think Miss Fairfax dances
very well; and Mrs. Weston is the very best country-dance player,
without exception, in England. Now, if your friends have any gratitude,
they will say something pretty loud about you and me in return;
but I cannot stay to hear it.

Oh! Mr. Knightley, one moment more; something of consequence--
so shocked!--Jane and I are both so shocked about the apples!

What is the matter now?

To think of your sending us all your store apples. You said you had
a great many, and now you have not one left. We really are so shocked!
Mrs. Hodges may well be angry. William Larkins mentioned it here.
You should not have done it, indeed you should not. Ah! he is off.
He never can bear to be thanked. But I thought he would have staid now,
and it would have been a pity not to have mentioned. . . . Well,
(returning to the room,) I have not been able to succeed.
Mr. Knightley cannot stop. He is going to Kingston. He asked me
if he could do any thing. . . .

Yes,said Janewe heard his kind offers, we heard every thing.

Oh! yes, my dear, I dare say you might, because you know, the door
was open, and the window was open, and Mr. Knightley spoke loud.
You must have heard every thing to be sure. `Can I do any thing
for you at Kingston?' said he; so I just mentioned. . . . Oh!
Miss Woodhouse, must you be going?--You seem but just come--so very
obliging of you.

Emma found it really time to be at home; the visit had already
lasted long; and on examining watchesso much of the morning was
perceived to be gonethat Mrs. Weston and her companion taking
leave alsocould allow themselves only to walk with the two young
ladies to Hartfield gatesbefore they set off for Randalls.


It may be possible to do without dancing entirely. Instances have
been known of young people passing manymany months successively
without being at any ball of any descriptionand no material injury
accrue either to body or mind;--but when a beginning is made--
when the felicities of rapid motion have once beenthough slightly
felt--it must be a very heavy set that does not ask for more.

Frank Churchill had danced once at Highburyand longed to dance again;
and the last half-hour of an evening which Mr. Woodhouse was persuaded
to spend with his daughter at Randallswas passed by the two young
people in schemes on the subject. Frank's was the first idea;
and his the greatest zeal in pursuing it; for the lady was the best
judge of the difficultiesand the most solicitous for accommodation
and appearance. But still she had inclination enough for shewing
people again how delightfully Mr. Frank Churchill and Miss
Woodhouse danced--for doing that in which she need not blush to compare
herself with Jane Fairfax--and even for simple dancing itself
without any of the wicked aids of vanity--to assist him first
in pacing out the room they were in to see what it could be made
to hold--and then in taking the dimensions of the other parlour
in the hope of discoveringin spite of all that Mr. Weston could
say of their exactly equal sizethat it was a little the largest.

His first proposition and requestthat the dance begun at Mr. Cole's
should be finished there--that the same party should be collected
and the same musician engagedmet with the readiest acquiescence.
Mr. Weston entered into the idea with thorough enjoyment
and Mrs. Weston most willingly undertook to play as long as they
could wish to dance; and the interesting employment had followed
of reckoning up exactly who there would beand portioning out the
indispensable division of space to every couple.

You and Miss Smith, and Miss Fairfax, will be three, and the two
Miss Coxes five,had been repeated many times over. "And there
will be the two Gilbertsyoung Coxmy fatherand myself
besides Mr. Knightley. Yesthat will be quite enough for pleasure.
You and Miss Smithand Miss Fairfaxwill be threeand the two Miss
Coxes five; and for five couple there will be plenty of room."

But soon it came to be on one side

But will there be good room for five couple?--I really do not think
there will.

On another

And after all, five couple are not enough to make it worth
while to stand up. Five couple are nothing, when one thinks
seriously about it. It will not do to invite five couple.
It can be allowable only as the thought of the moment.

Somebody said that Miss Gilbert was expected at her brother's
and must be invited with the rest. Somebody else believed
Mrs. Gilbert would have danced the other eveningif she had
been asked. A word was put in for a second young Cox; and at last
Mr. Weston naming one family of cousins who must be included
and another of very old acquaintance who could not be left out
it became a certainty that the five couple would be at least ten
and a very interesting speculation in what possible manner they
could be disposed of.

The doors of the two rooms were just opposite each other.
Might not they use both rooms, and dance across the passage?
It seemed the best scheme; and yet it was not so good but that
many of them wanted a better. Emma said it would be awkward;
Mrs. Weston was in distress about the supper; and Mr. Woodhouse
opposed it earnestlyon the score of health. It made him so
very unhappyindeedthat it could not be persevered in.

Oh! no,said he; "it would be the extreme of imprudence.
I could not bear it for Emma!--Emma is not strong. She would
catch a dreadful cold. So would poor little Harriet.
So you would all. Mrs. Westonyou would be quite laid up;
do not let them talk of such a wild thing. Pray do not let them
talk of it. That young man (speaking lower) is very thoughtless.
Do not tell his fatherbut that young man is not quite the thing.
He has been opening the doors very often this eveningand keeping
them open very inconsiderately. He does not think of the draught.
I do not mean to set you against himbut indeed he is not quite
the thing!"

Mrs. Weston was sorry for such a charge. She knew the importance
of itand said every thing in her power to do it away. Every door
was now closedthe passage plan given upand the first scheme
of dancing only in the room they were in resorted to again;
and with such good-will on Frank Churchill's partthat the space
which a quarter of an hour before had been deemed barely sufficient
for five couplewas now endeavoured to be made out quite enough
for ten.

We were too magnificent,said he. "We allowed unnecessary room.
Ten couple may stand here very well."

Emma demurred. "It would be a crowd--a sad crowd; and what could
be worse than dancing without space to turn in?"

Very true,he gravely replied; "it was very bad." But still he
went on measuringand still he ended with

I think there will be very tolerable room for ten couple.

No, no,said sheyou are quite unreasonable. It would be dreadful
to be standing so close! Nothing can be farther from pleasure
than to be dancing in a crowd--and a crowd in a little room!

There is no denying it,he replied. "I agree with you exactly.
A crowd in a little room--Miss Woodhouseyou have the art of giving
pictures in a few words. Exquisitequite exquisite!--Stillhowever
having proceeded so farone is unwilling to give the matter up.
It would be a disappointment to my father--and altogether--I do
not know that--I am rather of opinion that ten couple might stand
here very well."

Emma perceived that the nature of his gallantry was a little
self-willedand that he would rather oppose than lose the pleasure
of dancing with her; but she took the complimentand forgave
the rest. Had she intended ever to marry himit might have been
worth while to pause and considerand try to understand the value
of his preferenceand the character of his temper; but for
all the purposes of their acquaintancehe was quite amiable enough.

Before the middle of the next dayhe was at Hartfield; and he entered
the room with such an agreeable smile as certified the continuance
of the scheme. It soon appeared that he came to announce an improvement.

Well, Miss Woodhouse,he almost immediately beganyour inclination
for dancing has not been quite frightened away, I hope, by the
terrors of my father's little rooms. I bring a new proposal
on the subject:--a thought of my father's, which waits only your
approbation to be acted upon. May I hope for the honour of your
hand for the two first dances of this little projected ball,
to be given, not at Randalls, but at the Crown Inn?

The Crown!

Yes; if you and Mr. Woodhouse see no objection, and I trust you cannot,
my father hopes his friends will be so kind as to visit him there.
Better accommodations, he can promise them, and not a less grateful
welcome than at Randalls. It is his own idea. Mrs. Weston sees
no objection to it, provided you are satisfied. This is what we
all feel. Oh! you were perfectly right! Ten couple, in either of
the Randalls rooms, would have been insufferable!--Dreadful!--I felt
how right you were the whole time, but was too anxious for securing
any thing to like to yield. Is not it a good exchange?--You consent-I
hope you consent?

It appears to me a plan that nobody can object to, if Mr. and
Mrs. Weston do not. I think it admirable; and, as far as I can
answer for myself, shall be most happy--It seems the only improvement
that could be. Papa, do you not think it an excellent improvement?

She was obliged to repeat and explain itbefore it was fully
comprehended; and thenbeing quite newfarther representations
were necessary to make it acceptable.

No; he thought it very far from an improvement--a very bad plan-much
worse than the other. A room at an inn was always damp
and dangerous; never properly aired, or fit to be inhabited.
If they must dance, they had better dance at Randalls. He had never
been in the room at the Crown in his life--did not know the people
who kept it by sight.--Oh! no--a very bad plan. They would catch
worse colds at the Crown than anywhere.

I was going to observe, sir,said Frank Churchill
that one of the great recommendations of this change would
be the very little danger of any body's catching cold-so
much less danger at the Crown than at Randalls! Mr. Perry
might have reason to regret the alteration, but nobody else could.

Sir,said Mr. Woodhouserather warmlyyou are very much
mistaken if you suppose Mr. Perry to be that sort of character.
Mr. Perry is extremely concerned when any of us are ill. But I
do not understand how the room at the Crown can be safer for you
than your father's house.

From the very circumstance of its being larger, sir. We shall have
no occasion to open the windows at all--not once the whole evening;
and it is that dreadful habit of opening the windows, letting in cold
air upon heated bodies, which (as you well know, sir) does the mischief.

Open the windows!--but surely, Mr. Churchill, nobody would think
of opening the windows at Randalls. Nobody could be so imprudent!
I never heard of such a thing. Dancing with open windows!--I am sure,
neither your father nor Mrs. Weston (poor Miss Taylor that was)
would suffer it.

Ah! sir--but a thoughtless young person will sometimes step behind
a window-curtain, and throw up a sash, without its being suspected.

I have often known it done myself.

Have you indeed, sir?--Bless me! I never could have supposed it.
But I live out of the world, and am often astonished at what I hear.
However, this does make a difference; and, perhaps, when we come
to talk it over--but these sort of things require a good deal
of consideration. One cannot resolve upon them in a hurry.
If Mr. and Mrs. Weston will be so obliging as to call here one morning,
we may talk it over, and see what can be done.

But, unfortunately, sir, my time is so limited--

Oh!interrupted Emmathere will be plenty of time for talking
every thing over. There is no hurry at all. If it can be contrived
to be at the Crown, papa, it will be very convenient for the horses.
They will be so near their own stable.

So they will, my dear. That is a great thing. Not that James
ever complains; but it is right to spare our horses when we can.
If I could be sure of the rooms being thoroughly aired--but is
Mrs. Stokes to be trusted? I doubt it. I do not know her,
even by sight.

I can answer for every thing of that nature, sir, because it will
be under Mrs. Weston's care. Mrs. Weston undertakes to direct
the whole.

There, papa!--Now you must be satisfied--Our own dear Mrs. Weston,
who is carefulness itself. Do not you remember what Mr. Perry said,
so many years ago, when I had the measles? `If Miss Taylor undertakes
to wrap Miss Emma up, you need not have any fears, sir.' How often
have I heard you speak of it as such a compliment to her!

Aye, very true. Mr. Perry did say so. I shall never forget it.
Poor little Emma! You were very bad with the measles; that is,
you would have been very bad, but for Perry's great attention.
He came four times a day for a week. He said, from the first,
it was a very good sort--which was our great comfort; but the measles
are a dreadful complaint. I hope whenever poor Isabella's little ones
have the measles, she will send for Perry.

My father and Mrs. Weston are at the Crown at this moment,
said Frank Churchillexamining the capabilities of the house.
I left them there and came on to Hartfield, impatient for your opinion,
and hoping you might be persuaded to join them and give your advice
on the spot. I was desired to say so from both. It would be the
greatest pleasure to them, if you could allow me to attend you there.
They can do nothing satisfactorily without you.

Emma was most happy to be called to such a council; and her father
engaging to think it all over while she was gonethe two young
people set off together without delay for the Crown. There were
Mr. and Mrs. Weston; delighted to see her and receive her approbation
very busy and very happy in their different way; shein some
little distress; and hefinding every thing perfect.

Emma,said shethis paper is worse than I expected.
Look! in places you see it is dreadfully dirty; and the wainscot
is more yellow and forlorn than any thing I could have imagined.

My dear, you are too particular,said her husband. "What does
all that signify? You will see nothing of it by candlelight.
It will be as clean as Randalls by candlelight. We never see any
thing of it on our club-nights."

The ladies here probably exchanged looks which meantMen never
know when things are dirty or not;and the gentlemen perhaps
thought each to himselfWomen will have their little nonsenses
and needless cares.

One perplexityhoweverarosewhich the gentlemen did not disdain.
It regarded a supper-room. At the time of the ballroom's being built
suppers had not been in question; and a small card-room adjoining
was the only addition. What was to be done? This card-room would
be wanted as a card-room now; orif cards were conveniently voted
unnecessary by their four selvesstill was it not too small for
any comfortable supper? Another room of much better size might be
secured for the purpose; but it was at the other end of the house
and a long awkward passage must be gone through to get at it.
This made a difficulty. Mrs. Weston was afraid of draughts
for the young people in that passage; and neither Emma nor the
gentlemen could tolerate the prospect of being miserably crowded
at supper.

Mrs. Weston proposed having no regular supper; merely sandwiches
&c.set out in the little room; but that was scouted as a
wretched suggestion. A private dancewithout sitting down to supper
was pronounced an infamous fraud upon the rights of men and women;
and Mrs. Weston must not speak of it again. She then took another
line of expediencyand looking into the doubtful roomobserved

I do not think it is so very small. We shall not be many,
you know.

And Mr. Weston at the same timewalking briskly with long steps
through the passagewas calling out

You talk a great deal of the length of this passage, my dear.
It is a mere nothing after all; and not the least draught from
the stairs.

I wish,said Mrs. Westonone could know which arrangement our
guests in general would like best. To do what would be most generally
pleasing must be our object--if one could but tell what that would be.

Yes, very true,cried Frankvery true. You want your neighbours'
opinions. I do not wonder at you. If one could ascertain what the
chief of them--the Coles, for instance. They are not far off.
Shall I call upon them? Or Miss Bates? She is still nearer.--
And I do not know whether Miss Bates is not as likely to understand
the inclinations of the rest of the people as any body. I think
we do want a larger council. Suppose I go and invite Miss Bates
to join us?

Well--if you please,said Mrs. Weston rather hesitatingif you
think she will be of any use.

You will get nothing to the purpose from Miss Bates,said Emma.
She will be all delight and gratitude, but she will tell you nothing.
She will not even listen to your questions. I see no advantage in
consulting Miss Bates.

But she is so amusing, so extremely amusing! I am very fond
of hearing Miss Bates talk. And I need not bring the whole family,
you know.

Here Mr. Weston joined themand on hearing what was proposed
gave it his decided approbation.

Aye, do, Frank.--Go and fetch Miss Bates, and let us end the matter
at once. She will enjoy the scheme, I am sure; and I do not know
a properer person for shewing us how to do away difficulties.
Fetch Miss Bates. We are growing a little too nice. She is
a standing lesson of how to be happy. But fetch them both.
Invite them both.

Both sir! Can the old lady?. . .

The old lady! No, the young lady, to be sure. I shall think you
a great blockhead, Frank, if you bring the aunt without the niece.

Oh! I beg your pardon, sir. I did not immediately recollect.
Undoubtedly if you wish it, I will endeavour to persuade them both.
And away he ran.

Long before he reappearedattending the shortneatbrisk-moving aunt
and her elegant niece--Mrs. Westonlike a sweet-tempered
woman and a good wifehad examined the passage again
and found the evils of it much less than she had supposed before--
indeed very trifling; and here ended the difficulties of decision.
All the restin speculation at leastwas perfectly smooth.
All the minor arrangements of table and chairlights and music
tea and suppermade themselves; or were left as mere trifles
to be settled at any time between Mrs. Weston and Mrs. Stokes.--
Every body invitedwas certainly to come; Frank had already written
to Enscombe to propose staying a few days beyond his fortnight
which could not possibly be refused. And a delightful dance it was
to be.

Most cordiallywhen Miss Bates arriveddid she agree that it must.
As a counsellor she was not wanted; but as an approver(a much
safer character) she was truly welcome. Her approbationat once
general and minutewarm and incessantcould not but please;
and for another half-hour they were all walking to and fro
between the different roomssome suggestingsome attending
and all in happy enjoyment of the future. The party did not break
up without Emma's being positively secured for the two first dances
by the hero of the eveningnor without her overhearing Mr. Weston
whisper to his wifeHe has asked her, my dear. That's right.
I knew he would!


One thing only was wanting to make the prospect of the ball
completely satisfactory to Emma--its being fixed for a day within
the granted term of Frank Churchill's stay in Surry; forin spite
of Mr. Weston's confidenceshe could not think it so very impossible
that the Churchills might not allow their nephew to remain
a day beyond his fortnight. But this was not judged feasible.
The preparations must take their timenothing could be properly
ready till the third week were entered onand for a few days they
must be planningproceeding and hoping in uncertainty--at the risk--
in her opinionthe great riskof its being all in vain.

Enscombe however was graciousgracious in factif not in word.
His wish of staying longer evidently did not please; but it was
not opposed. All was safe and prosperous; and as the removal of one
solicitude generally makes way for anotherEmmabeing now certain
of her ballbegan to adopt as the next vexation Mr. Knightley's

provoking indifference about it. Either because he did not
dance himselfor because the plan had been formed without his
being consultedhe seemed resolved that it should not interest him
determined against its exciting any present curiosityor affording
him any future amusement. To her voluntary communications Emma
could get no more approving replythan

Very well. If the Westons think it worth while to be at all this
trouble for a few hours of noisy entertainment, I have nothing
to say against it, but that they shall not chuse pleasures for me.--
Oh! yes, I must be there; I could not refuse; and I will keep
as much awake as I can; but I would rather be at home, looking over
William Larkins's week's account; much rather, I confess.--
Pleasure in seeing dancing!--not I, indeed--I never look at it-I
do not know who does.--Fine dancing, I believe, like virtue,
must be its own reward. Those who are standing by are usually
thinking of something very different.

This Emma felt was aimed at her; and it made her quite angry.
It was not in compliment to Jane Fairfax however that he was
so indifferentor so indignant; he was not guided by her feelings
in reprobating the ballfor she enjoyed the thought of it
to an extraordinary degree. It made her animated--open hearted-she
voluntarily said;-

Oh! Miss Woodhouse, I hope nothing may happen to prevent the ball.
What a disappointment it would be! I do look forward to it, I own,
with very great pleasure.

It was not to oblige Jane Fairfax therefore that he would have
preferred the society of William Larkins. No!--she was more and more
convinced that Mrs. Weston was quite mistaken in that surmise.
There was a great deal of friendly and of compassionate attachment
on his side--but no love.

Alas! there was soon no leisure for quarrelling with Mr. Knightley.
Two days of joyful security were immediately followed by the
over-throw of every thing. A letter arrived from Mr. Churchill
to urge his nephew's instant return. Mrs. Churchill was unwell-far
too unwell to do without him; she had been in a very suffering
state (so said her husband) when writing to her nephew two days before
though from her usual unwillingness to give painand constant
habit of never thinking of herselfshe had not mentioned it;
but now she was too ill to trifleand must entreat him to set off
for Enscombe without delay.

The substance of this letter was forwarded to Emmain a note
from Mrs. Westoninstantly. As to his goingit was inevitable.
He must be gone within a few hoursthough without feeling any real
alarm for his auntto lessen his repugnance. He knew her illnesses;
they never occurred but for her own convenience.

Mrs. Weston addedthat he could only allow himself time to
hurry to Highbury, after breakfast, and take leave of the few
friends there whom he could suppose to feel any interest in him;
and that he might be expected at Hartfield very soon.

This wretched note was the finale of Emma's breakfast. When once
it had been readthere was no doing any thingbut lament
and exclaim. The loss of the ball--the loss of the young man-and
all that the young man might be feeling!--It was too wretched!--
Such a delightful evening as it would have been!--Every body so happy!
and she and her partner the happiest!--"I said it would be so
was the only consolation.

Her father's feelings were quite distinct. He thought principally
of Mrs. Churchill's illness, and wanted to know how she was treated;
and as for the ball, it was shocking to have dear Emma disappointed;
but they would all be safer at home.

Emma was ready for her visitor some time before he appeared;
but if this reflected at all upon his impatience, his sorrowful
look and total want of spirits when he did come might redeem him.
He felt the going away almost too much to speak of it. His dejection
was most evident. He sat really lost in thought for the first
few minutes; and when rousing himself, it was only to say,

Of all horrid thingsleave-taking is the worst."

But you will come again,said Emma. "This will not be your only
visit to Randalls."

Ah!--(shaking his head)--the uncertainty of when I may be able
to return!--I shall try for it with a zeal!--It will be the object
of all my thoughts and cares!--and if my uncle and aunt go to town
this spring--but I am afraid--they did not stir last spring--
I am afraid it is a custom gone for ever.

Our poor ball must be quite given up.

Ah! that ball!--why did we wait for any thing?--why not seize the
pleasure at once?--How often is happiness destroyed by preparation,
foolish preparation!--You told us it would be so.--Oh! Miss Woodhouse,
why are you always so right?

Indeed, I am very sorry to be right in this instance. I would
much rather have been merry than wise.

If I can come again, we are still to have our ball. My father
depends on it. Do not forget your engagement.

Emma looked graciously.

Such a fortnight as it has been!he continued; "every day more
precious and more delightful than the day before!--every day making
me less fit to bear any other place. Happy thosewho can remain
at Highbury!"

As you do us such ample justice now,said EmmalaughingI will
venture to ask, whether you did not come a little doubtfully at first?
Do not we rather surpass your expectations? I am sure we do.
I am sure you did not much expect to like us. You would not have been
so long in coming, if you had had a pleasant idea of Highbury.

He laughed rather consciously; and though denying the sentiment
Emma was convinced that it had been so.

And you must be off this very morning?

Yes; my father is to join me here: we shall walk back together,
and I must be off immediately. I am almost afraid that every moment
will bring him.

Not five minutes to spare even for your friends Miss Fairfax and
Miss Bates? How unlucky! Miss Bates's powerful, argumentative mind
might have strengthened yours.

Yes--I have called there; passing the door, I thought it better.

It was a right thing to do. I went in for three minutes, and was
detained by Miss Bates's being absent. She was out; and I felt it
impossible not to wait till she came in. She is a woman that one may,
that one must laugh at; but that one would not wish to slight.
It was better to pay my visit, then--

He hesitatedgot upwalked to a window.

In short,said heperhaps, Miss Woodhouse--I think you can
hardly be quite without suspicion--

He looked at heras if wanting to read her thoughts. She hardly
knew what to say. It seemed like the forerunner of something
absolutely seriouswhich she did not wish. Forcing herself
to speakthereforein the hope of putting it byshe calmly said

You are quite in the right; it was most natural to pay your visit, then--

He was silent. She believed he was looking at her; probably reflecting
on what she had saidand trying to understand the manner.
She heard him sigh. It was natural for him to feel that he had
cause to sigh. He could not believe her to be encouraging him.
A few awkward moments passedand he sat down again; and in a more
determined manner said

It was something to feel that all the rest of my time might be
given to Hartfield. My regard for Hartfield is most warm--

He stopt againrose againand seemed quite embarrassed.--
He was more in love with her than Emma had supposed; and who can say
how it might have endedif his father had not made his appearance?
Mr. Woodhouse soon followed; and the necessity of exertion made
him composed.

A very few minutes morehowevercompleted the present trial.
Mr. Westonalways alert when business was to be doneand as
incapable of procrastinating any evil that was inevitable
as of foreseeing any that was doubtfulsaidIt was time to go;
and the young manthough he might and did sighcould not but agree
to take leave.

I shall hear about you all,said he; "that is my chief consolation.
I shall hear of every thing that is going on among you. I have
engaged Mrs. Weston to correspond with me. She has been so kind as
to promise it. Oh! the blessing of a female correspondentwhen one
is really interested in the absent!--she will tell me every thing.
In her letters I shall be at dear Highbury again."

A very friendly shake of the handa very earnest "Good-bye
closed the speech, and the door had soon shut out Frank Churchill.
Short had been the notice--short their meeting; he was gone; and Emma
felt so sorry to part, and foresaw so great a loss to their little
society from his absence as to begin to be afraid of being too sorry,
and feeling it too much.

It was a sad change. They had been meeting almost every day
since his arrival. Certainly his being at Randalls had given
great spirit to the last two weeks--indescribable spirit; the idea,
the expectation of seeing him which every morning had brought,
the assurance of his attentions, his liveliness, his manners!
It had been a very happy fortnight, and forlorn must be the sinking
from it into the common course of Hartfield days. To complete every
other recommendation, he had almost told her that he loved her.
What strength, or what constancy of affection he might be subject to,

was another point; but at present she could not doubt his having
a decidedly warm admiration, a conscious preference of herself;
and this persuasion, joined to all the rest, made her think that
she must be a little in love with him, in spite of every previous
determination against it.

I certainly must said she. This sensation of listlessness
wearinessstupiditythis disinclination to sit down and employ myself
this feeling of every thing's being dull and insipid about the house!--
I must be in love; I should be the oddest creature in the world if I
were not--for a few weeks at least. Well! evil to some is always
good to others. I shall have many fellow-mourners for the ball
if not for Frank Churchill; but Mr. Knightley will be happy.
He may spend the evening with his dear William Larkins now if he likes."

Mr. Knightleyhowevershewed no triumphant happiness. He could
not say that he was sorry on his own account; his very cheerful look
would have contradicted him if he had; but he saidand very steadily
that he was sorry for the disappointment of the othersand with
considerable kindness added

You, Emma, who have so few opportunities of dancing, you are really
out of luck; you are very much out of luck!

It was some days before she saw Jane Fairfaxto judge of her
honest regret in this woeful change; but when they did meet
her composure was odious. She had been particularly unwellhowever
suffering from headache to a degreewhich made her aunt declare
that had the ball taken placeshe did not think Jane could have
attended it; and it was charity to impute some of her unbecoming
indifference to the languor of ill-health.


Emma continued to entertain no doubt of her being in love. Her ideas
only varied as to the how much. At firstshe thought it was a good deal;
and afterwardsbut little. She had great pleasure in hearing Frank
Churchill talked of; andfor his sakegreater pleasure than ever
in seeing Mr. and Mrs. Weston; she was very often thinking of him
and quite impatient for a letterthat she might know how he was
how were his spiritshow was his auntand what was the chance
of his coming to Randalls again this spring. Buton the other hand
she could not admit herself to be unhappynorafter the
first morningto be less disposed for employment than usual;
she was still busy and cheerful; andpleasing as he wasshe could
yet imagine him to have faults; and fartherthough thinking of him
so muchandas she sat drawing or workingforming a thousand
amusing schemes for the progress and close of their attachment
fancying interesting dialoguesand inventing elegant letters;
the conclusion of every imaginary declaration on his side was that she
refused him. Their affection was always to subside into friendship.
Every thing tender and charming was to mark their parting;
but still they were to part. When she became sensible of this
it struck her that she could not be very much in love; for in spite
of her previous and fixed determination never to quit her father
never to marrya strong attachment certainly must produce more
of a struggle than she could foresee in her own feelings.

I do not find myself making any use of the word sacrifice,said she.--
In not one of all my clever replies, my delicate negatives,
is there any allusion to making a sacrifice. I do suspect that he

is not really necessary to my happiness. So much the better.
I certainly will not persuade myself to feel more than I do. I am
quite enough in love. I should be sorry to be more.

Upon the wholeshe was equally contented with her view of his feelings.

He is undoubtedly very much in love--every thing denotes it--very much
in love indeed!--and when he comes again, if his affection continue,
I must be on my guard not to encourage it.--It would be most
inexcusable to do otherwise, as my own mind is quite made up.
Not that I imagine he can think I have been encouraging him hitherto.
No, if he had believed me at all to share his feelings, he would
not have been so wretched. Could he have thought himself encouraged,
his looks and language at parting would have been different.--
Still, however, I must be on my guard. This is in the supposition
of his attachment continuing what it now is; but I do not know that I
expect it will; I do not look upon him to be quite the sort of man-I
do not altogether build upon his steadiness or constancy.--
His feelings are warm, but I can imagine them rather changeable.--
Every consideration of the subject, in short, makes me thankful
that my happiness is not more deeply involved.--I shall do very well
again after a little while--and then, it will be a good thing over;
for they say every body is in love once in their lives, and I shall
have been let off easily.

When his letter to Mrs. Weston arrivedEmma had the perusal of it;
and she read it with a degree of pleasure and admiration which made
her at first shake her head over her own sensationsand think she
had undervalued their strength. It was a longwell-written letter
giving the particulars of his journey and of his feelings
expressing all the affectiongratitudeand respect which was
natural and honourableand describing every thing exterior and local
that could be supposed attractivewith spirit and precision.
No suspicious flourishes now of apology or concern; it was the
language of real feeling towards Mrs. Weston; and the transition
from Highbury to Enscombethe contrast between the places in some
of the first blessings of social life was just enough touched on
to shew how keenly it was feltand how much more might have been
said but for the restraints of propriety.--The charm of her own
name was not wanting. Miss Woodhouse appeared more than once
and never without a something of pleasing connexioneither a
compliment to her tasteor a remembrance of what she had said;
and in the very last time of its meeting her eyeunadorned as it
was by any such broad wreath of gallantryshe yet could discern
the effect of her influence and acknowledge the greatest compliment
perhaps of all conveyed. Compressed into the very lowest vacant
corner were these words--"I had not a spare moment on Tuesday
as you knowfor Miss Woodhouse's beautiful little friend. Pray make
my excuses and adieus to her." ThisEmma could not doubtwas all
for herself. Harriet was remembered only from being her friend.
His information and prospects as to Enscombe were neither worse nor
better than had been anticipated; Mrs. Churchill was recovering
and he dared not yeteven in his own imaginationfix a time for
coming to Randalls again.

Gratifyinghoweverand stimulative as was the letter in the
material partits sentimentsshe yet foundwhen it was folded up
and returned to Mrs. Westonthat it had not added any lasting warmth
that she could still do without the writerand that he must learn
to do without her. Her intentions were unchanged. Her resolution
of refusal only grew more interesting by the addition of a scheme for
his subsequent consolation and happiness. His recollection of Harriet
and the words which clothed itthe "beautiful little friend
suggested to her the idea of Harriet's succeeding her in his affections.

Was it impossible?--No.--Harriet undoubtedly was greatly his
inferior in understanding; but he had been very much struck with
the loveliness of her face and the warm simplicity of her manner;
and all the probabilities of circumstance and connexion were in
her favour.--For Harriet, it would be advantageous and delightful indeed.

I must not dwell upon it said she.--I must not think of it.
I know the danger of indulging such speculations. But stranger
things have happened; and when we cease to care for each other
as we do nowit will be the means of confirming us in that sort
of true disinterested friendship which I can already look forward
to with pleasure."

It was well to have a comfort in store on Harriet's behalf
though it might be wise to let the fancy touch it seldom; for evil
in that quarter was at hand. As Frank Churchill's arrival had
succeeded Mr. Elton's engagement in the conversation of Highbury
as the latest interest had entirely borne down the firstso now
upon Frank Churchill's disappearanceMr. Elton's concerns were
assuming the most irresistible form.--His wedding-day was named.
He would soon be among them again; Mr. Elton and his bride.
There was hardly time to talk over the first letter from Enscombe
before "Mr. Elton and his bride" was in every body's mouth
and Frank Churchill was forgotten. Emma grew sick at the sound.
She had had three weeks of happy exemption from Mr. Elton;
and Harriet's mindshe had been willing to hopehad been lately
gaining strength. With Mr. Weston's ball in view at least
there had been a great deal of insensibility to other things;
but it was now too evident that she had not attained such a state
of composure as could stand against the actual approach--new carriage
bell-ringingand all.

Poor Harriet was in a flutter of spirits which required all the
reasonings and soothings and attentions of every kind that Emma
could give. Emma felt that she could not do too much for her
that Harriet had a right to all her ingenuity and all her patience;
but it was heavy work to be for ever convincing without producing
any effectfor ever agreed towithout being able to make their opinions
the same. Harriet listened submissivelyand said "it was very true--
it was just as Miss Woodhouse described--it was not worth while to
think about them--and she would not think about them any longer"
but no change of subject could availand the next half-hour
saw her as anxious and restless about the Eltons as before.
At last Emma attacked her on another ground.

Your allowing yourself to be so occupied and so unhappy about
Mr. Elton's marrying, Harriet, is the strongest reproach you can
make me. You could not give me a greater reproof for the mistake I
fell into. It was all my doing, I know. I have not forgotten it,
I assure you.--Deceived myself, I did very miserably deceive you--
and it will be a painful reflection to me for ever. Do not imagine
me in danger of forgetting it.

Harriet felt this too much to utter more than a few words
of eager exclamation. Emma continued

I have not said, exert yourself Harriet for my sake; think less,
talk less of Mr. Elton for my sake; because for your own sake rather,
I would wish it to be done, for the sake of what is more important
than my comfort, a habit of self-command in you, a consideration
of what is your duty, an attention to propriety, an endeavour
to avoid the suspicions of others, to save your health and credit,
and restore your tranquillity. These are the motives which I
have been pressing on you. They are very important--and sorry

I am that you cannot feel them sufficiently to act upon them.
My being saved from pain is a very secondary consideration. I want
you to save yourself from greater pain. Perhaps I may sometimes
have felt that Harriet would not forget what was due--or rather
what would be kind by me.

This appeal to her affections did more than all the rest.
The idea of wanting gratitude and consideration for Miss Woodhouse
whom she really loved extremelymade her wretched for a while
and when the violence of grief was comforted awaystill remained
powerful enough to prompt to what was right and support her in it
very tolerably.

You, who have been the best friend I ever had in my life--
Want gratitude to you!--Nobody is equal to you!--I care for nobody
as I do for you!--Oh! Miss Woodhouse, how ungrateful I have been!

Such expressionsassisted as they were by every thing that look
and manner could domade Emma feel that she had never loved Harriet
so wellnor valued her affection so highly before.

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart,said she
afterwards to herself. "There is nothing to be compared to it.
Warmth and tenderness of heartwith an affectionateopen manner
will beat all the clearness of head in the worldfor attraction
I am sure it will. It is tenderness of heart which makes my dear
father so generally beloved--which gives Isabella all her popularity.--
I have it not--but I know how to prize and respect it.--Harriet is
my superior in all the charm and all the felicity it gives.
Dear Harriet!--I would not change you for the clearest-headed
longest-sightedbest-judging female breathing. Oh! the coldness
of a Jane Fairfax!--Harriet is worth a hundred such--And for a wife--
a sensible man's wife--it is invaluable. I mention no names;
but happy the man who changes Emma for Harriet!"


Mrs. Elton was first seen at church: but though devotion might
be interruptedcuriosity could not be satisfied by a bride in a pew
and it must be left for the visits in form which were then to be paid
to settle whether she were very pretty indeedor only rather pretty
or not pretty at all.

Emma had feelingsless of curiosity than of pride or propriety
to make her resolve on not being the last to pay her respects;
and she made a point of Harriet's going with herthat the worst of
the business might be gone through as soon as possible.

She could not enter the house againcould not be in the same room
to which she had with such vain artifice retreated three months ago
to lace up her bootwithout recollecting. A thousand vexatious
thoughts would recur. Complimentscharadesand horrible blunders;
and it was not to be supposed that poor Harriet should not be
recollecting too; but she behaved very welland was only rather
pale and silent. The visit was of course short; and there was so
much embarrassment and occupation of mind to shorten itthat Emma
would not allow herself entirely to form an opinion of the lady
and on no account to give onebeyond the nothing-meaning terms
of being "elegantly dressedand very pleasing."

She did not really like her. She would not be in a hurry to find fault

but she suspected that there was no elegance;--easebut not elegance.--
She was almost sure that for a young womana strangera bride
there was too much ease. Her person was rather good; her face
not unpretty; but neither featurenor airnor voicenor manner
were elegant. Emma thought at least it would turn out so.

As for Mr. Eltonhis manners did not appear--but noshe would
not permit a hasty or a witty word from herself about his manners.
It was an awkward ceremony at any time to be receiving wedding visits
and a man had need be all grace to acquit himself well through it.
The woman was better off; she might have the assistance of fine clothes
and the privilege of bashfulnessbut the man had only his own
good sense to depend on; and when she considered how peculiarly
unlucky poor Mr. Elton was in being in the same room at once with
the woman he had just marriedthe woman he had wanted to marry
and the woman whom he had been expected to marryshe must allow him
to have the right to look as little wiseand to be as much affectedly
and as little really easy as could be.

Well, Miss Woodhouse,said Harrietwhen they had quitted
the houseand after waiting in vain for her friend to begin;
Well, Miss Woodhouse, (with a gentle sigh,) what do you think of her?--
Is not she very charming?

There was a little hesitation in Emma's answer.

Oh! yes--very--a very pleasing young woman.

I think her beautiful, quite beautiful.

Very nicely dressed, indeed; a remarkably elegant gown.

I am not at all surprized that he should have fallen in love.

Oh! no--there is nothing to surprize one at all.--A pretty fortune;
and she came in his way.

I dare say,returned Harrietsighing againI dare say she
was very much attached to him.

Perhaps she might; but it is not every man's fate to marry the
woman who loves him best. Miss Hawkins perhaps wanted a home,
and thought this the best offer she was likely to have.

Yes,said Harriet earnestlyand well she might, nobody could ever
have a better. Well, I wish them happy with all my heart. And now,
Miss Woodhouse, I do not think I shall mind seeing them again.
He is just as superior as ever;--but being married, you know,
it is quite a different thing. No, indeed, Miss Woodhouse, you need
not be afraid; I can sit and admire him now without any great misery.
To know that he has not thrown himself away, is such a comfort!--
She does seem a charming young woman, just what he deserves.
Happy creature! He called her `Augusta.' How delightful!

When the visit was returnedEmma made up her mind. She could then
see more and judge better. From Harriet's happening not to be
at Hartfieldand her father's being present to engage Mr. Elton
she had a quarter of an hour of the lady's conversation to herself
and could composedly attend to her; and the quarter of an hour quite
convinced her that Mrs. Elton was a vain womanextremely well
satisfied with herselfand thinking much of her own importance;
that she meant to shine and be very superiorbut with manners which
had been formed in a bad schoolpert and familiar; that all her
notions were drawn from one set of peopleand one style of living;

that if not foolish she was ignorantand that her society would
certainly do Mr. Elton no good.

Harriet would have been a better match. If not wise or refined herself
she would have connected him with those who were; but Miss Hawkins
it might be fairly supposed from her easy conceithad been the best
of her own set. The rich brother-in-law near Bristol was the pride
of the allianceand his place and his carriages were the pride
of him.

The very first subject after being seated was Maple GroveMy brother
Mr. Suckling's seat;--a comparison of Hartfield to Maple Grove.
The grounds of Hartfield were smallbut neat and pretty; and the
house was modern and well-built. Mrs. Elton seemed most favourably
impressed by the size of the roomthe entranceand all that she
could see or imagine. "Very like Maple Grove indeed!--She was quite
struck by the likeness!--That room was the very shape and size
of the morning-room at Maple Grove; her sister's favourite room."--
Mr. Elton was appealed to.--"Was not it astonishingly like?--
She could really almost fancy herself at Maple Grove."

And the staircase--You know, as I came in, I observed how very like
the staircase was; placed exactly in the same part of the house.
I really could not help exclaiming! I assure you, Miss Woodhouse,
it is very delightful to me, to be reminded of a place I am so
extremely partial to as Maple Grove. I have spent so many happy
months there! (with a little sigh of sentiment). A charming place,
undoubtedly. Every body who sees it is struck by its beauty;
but to me, it has been quite a home. Whenever you are transplanted,
like me, Miss Woodhouse, you will understand how very delightful it
is to meet with any thing at all like what one has left behind.
I always say this is quite one of the evils of matrimony.

Emma made as slight a reply as she could; but it was fully sufficient
for Mrs. Eltonwho only wanted to be talking herself.

So extremely like Maple Grove! And it is not merely the house-the
grounds, I assure you, as far as I could observe, are strikingly
like. The laurels at Maple Grove are in the same profusion as here,
and stand very much in the same way--just across the lawn;
and I had a glimpse of a fine large tree, with a bench round it,
which put me so exactly in mind! My brother and sister will be
enchanted with this place. People who have extensive grounds
themselves are always pleased with any thing in the same style.

Emma doubted the truth of this sentiment. She had a great idea
that people who had extensive grounds themselves cared very little
for the extensive grounds of any body else; but it was not worth
while to attack an error so double-dyedand therefore only said
in reply

When you have seen more of this country, I am afraid you will think
you have overrated Hartfield. Surry is full of beauties.

Oh! yes, I am quite aware of that. It is the garden of England,
you know. Surry is the garden of England.

Yes; but we must not rest our claims on that distinction.
Many counties, I believe, are called the garden of England,
as well as Surry.

No, I fancy not,replied Mrs. Eltonwith a most satisfied smile."
I never heard any county but Surry called so."

Emma was silenced.

My brother and sister have promised us a visit in the spring,
or summer at farthest,continued Mrs. Elton; "and that will be
our time for exploring. While they are with uswe shall explore
a great dealI dare say. They will have their barouche-landau
of coursewhich holds four perfectly; and thereforewithout saying
any thing of our carriagewe should be able to explore the different
beauties extremely well. They would hardly come in their chaise
I thinkat that season of the year. Indeedwhen the time draws on
I shall decidedly recommend their bringing the barouche-landau;
it will be so very much preferable. When people come into a beautiful
country of this sortyou knowMiss Woodhouseone naturally wishes
them to see as much as possible; and Mr. Suckling is extremely fond
of exploring. We explored to King's-Weston twice last summer
in that waymost delightfullyjust after their first having the
barouche-landau. You have many parties of that kind hereI suppose
Miss Woodhouseevery summer?"

No; not immediately here. We are rather out of distance of the very
striking beauties which attract the sort of parties you speak of;
and we are a very quiet set of people, I believe; more disposed
to stay at home than engage in schemes of pleasure.

Ah! there is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.
Nobody can be more devoted to home than I am. I was quite
a proverb for it at Maple Grove. Many a time has Selina said,
when she has been going to Bristol, `I really cannot get this girl
to move from the house. I absolutely must go in by myself, though I
hate being stuck up in the barouche-landau without a companion;
but Augusta, I believe, with her own good-will, would never stir
beyond the park paling.' Many a time has she said so; and yet I
am no advocate for entire seclusion. I think, on the contrary,
when people shut themselves up entirely from society, it is a very
bad thing; and that it is much more advisable to mix in the world in
a proper degree, without living in it either too much or too little.
I perfectly understand your situation, however, Miss Woodhouse--
(looking towards Mr. Woodhouse), Your father's state of health must
be a great drawback. Why does not he try Bath?--Indeed he should.
Let me recommend Bath to you. I assure you I have no doubt of its doing
Mr. Woodhouse good.

My father tried it more than once, formerly; but without receiving
any benefit; and Mr. Perry, whose name, I dare say, is not unknown
to you, does not conceive it would be at all more likely to be
useful now.

Ah! that's a great pity; for I assure you, Miss Woodhouse,
where the waters do agree, it is quite wonderful the relief
they give. In my Bath life, I have seen such instances of it!
And it is so cheerful a place, that it could not fail of being of
use to Mr. Woodhouse's spirits, which, I understand, are sometimes
much depressed. And as to its recommendations to you, I fancy I
need not take much pains to dwell on them. The advantages of Bath
to the young are pretty generally understood. It would be a charming
introduction for you, who have lived so secluded a life; and I could
immediately secure you some of the best society in the place.
A line from me would bring you a little host of acquaintance; and my
particular friend, Mrs. Partridge, the lady I have always resided
with when in Bath, would be most happy to shew you any attentions,
and would be the very person for you to go into public with.

It was as much as Emma could bearwithout being impolite.
The idea of her being indebted to Mrs. Elton for what was called

an introduction--of her going into public under the auspices
of a friend of Mrs. Elton's--probably some vulgardashing widow
whowith the help of a boarderjust made a shift to live!--
The dignity of Miss Woodhouseof Hartfieldwas sunk indeed!

She restrained herselfhoweverfrom any of the reproofs she could
have givenand only thanked Mrs. Elton coolly; "but their going
to Bath was quite out of the question; and she was not perfectly
convinced that the place might suit her better than her father."
And thento prevent farther outrage and indignationchanged the
subject directly.

I do not ask whether you are musical, Mrs. Elton. Upon these occasions,
a lady's character generally precedes her; and Highbury has long
known that you are a superior performer.

Oh! no, indeed; I must protest against any such idea.
A superior performer!--very far from it, I assure you.
Consider from how partial a quarter your information came.
I am doatingly fond of music--passionately fond;--and my friends
say I am not entirely devoid of taste; but as to any thing else,
upon my honour my performance is mediocre to the last degree.
You, Miss Woodhouse, I well know, play delightfully. I assure you
it has been the greatest satisfaction, comfort, and delight to me,
to hear what a musical society I am got into. I absolutely cannot
do without music. It is a necessary of life to me; and having always
been used to a very musical society, both at Maple Grove and in Bath,
it would have been a most serious sacrifice. I honestly said as much
to Mr. E. when he was speaking of my future home, and expressing
his fears lest the retirement of it should be disagreeable;
and the inferiority of the house too--knowing what I had been
accustomed to--of course he was not wholly without apprehension.
When he was speaking of it in that way, I honestly said that the
world I could give up--parties, balls, plays--for I had no fear
of retirement. Blessed with so many resources within myself,
the world was not necessary to me. I could do very well without it.
To those who had no resources it was a different thing; but my
resources made me quite independent. And as to smaller-sized rooms
than I had been used to, I really could not give it a thought.
I hoped I was perfectly equal to any sacrifice of that description.
Certainly I had been accustomed to every luxury at Maple Grove; but I
did assure him that two carriages were not necessary to my happiness,
nor were spacious apartments. `But,' said I, `to be quite honest,
I do not think I can live without something of a musical society.
I condition for nothing else; but without music, life would be a blank
to me.'

We cannot suppose,said Emmasmilingthat Mr. Elton would hesitate
to assure you of there being a very musical society in Highbury;
and I hope you will not find he has outstepped the truth more than
may be pardoned, in consideration of the motive.

No, indeed, I have no doubts at all on that head. I am delighted
to find myself in such a circle. I hope we shall have many sweet
little concerts together. I think, Miss Woodhouse, you and I
must establish a musical club, and have regular weekly meetings
at your house, or ours. Will not it be a good plan? If we
exert ourselves, I think we shall not be long in want of allies.
Something of that nature would be particularly desirable for me,
as an inducement to keep me in practice; for married women, you know--
there is a sad story against them, in general. They are but too apt
to give up music.

But you, who are so extremely fond of it--there can

be no danger, surely?

I should hope not; but really when I look around among my acquaintance,
I tremble. Selina has entirely given up music--never touches
the instrument--though she played sweetly. And the same may be said
of Mrs. Jeffereys--Clara Partridge, that was--and of the two Milmans,
now Mrs. Bird and Mrs. James Cooper; and of more than I can enumerate.
Upon my word it is enough to put one in a fright. I used to be
quite angry with Selina; but really I begin now to comprehend
that a married woman has many things to call her attention.
I believe I was half an hour this morning shut up with my housekeeper.

But every thing of that kind,said Emmawill soon
be in so regular a train--

Well,said Mrs. Eltonlaughingwe shall see.

Emmafinding her so determined upon neglecting her music
had nothing more to say; andafter a moment's pauseMrs. Elton
chose another subject.

We have been calling at Randalls,said sheand found them
both at home; and very pleasant people they seem to be.
I like them extremely. Mr. Weston seems an excellent creature--
quite a first-rate favourite with me already, I assure you.
And she appears so truly good--there is something so motherly
and kind-hearted about her, that it wins upon one directly.
She was your governess, I think?

Emma was almost too much astonished to answer; but Mrs. Elton
hardly waited for the affirmative before she went on.

Having understood as much, I was rather astonished to find her
so very lady-like! But she is really quite the gentlewoman.

Mrs. Weston's manners,said Emmawere always particularly good.
Their propriety, simplicity, and elegance, would make them the safest
model for any young woman.

And who do you think came in while we were there?

Emma was quite at a loss. The tone implied some old acquaintance--
and how could she possibly guess?

Knightley!continued Mrs. Elton; "Knightley himself!--Was not
it lucky?--fornot being within when he called the other day
I had never seen him before; and of courseas so particular a
friend of Mr. E.'sI had a great curiosity. `My friend Knightley'
had been so often mentionedthat I was really impatient to see him;
and I must do my caro sposo the justice to say that he need not
be ashamed of his friend. Knightley is quite the gentleman.
I like him very much. DecidedlyI thinka very gentleman-like man."

Happilyit was now time to be gone. They were off; and Emma
could breathe.

Insufferable woman!was her immediate exclamation. "Worse than I
had supposed. Absolutely insufferable! Knightley!--I could not
have believed it. Knightley!--never seen him in her life before
and call him Knightley!--and discover that he is a gentleman!
A little upstartvulgar beingwith her Mr. E.and her caro sposo
and her resourcesand all her airs of pert pretension and
underbred finery. Actually to discover that Mr. Knightley is
a gentleman! I doubt whether he will return the compliment

and discover her to be a lady. I could not have believed it!
And to propose that she and I should unite to form a musical club!
One would fancy we were bosom friends! And Mrs. Weston!--
Astonished that the person who had brought me up should be
a gentlewoman! Worse and worse. I never met with her equal.
Much beyond my hopes. Harriet is disgraced by any comparison.
Oh! what would Frank Churchill say to herif he were here?
How angry and how diverted he would be! Ah! there I am--
thinking of him directly. Always the first person to be thought of!
How I catch myself out! Frank Churchill comes as regularly into
my mind!"--

All this ran so glibly through her thoughtsthat by the time
her father had arranged himselfafter the bustle of the Eltons'
departureand was ready to speakshe was very tolerably capable
of attending.

Well, my dear,he deliberately beganconsidering we never saw
her before, she seems a very pretty sort of young lady; and I dare say
she was very much pleased with you. She speaks a little too quick.
A little quickness of voice there is which rather hurts the ear.
But I believe I am nice; I do not like strange voices; and nobody speaks
like you and poor Miss Taylor. However, she seems a very obliging,
pretty-behaved young lady, and no doubt will make him a very good wife.
Though I think he had better not have married. I made the best
excuses I could for not having been able to wait on him and Mrs. Elton
on this happy occasion; I said that I hoped I should in the course
of the summer. But I ought to have gone before. Not to wait upon
a bride is very remiss. Ah! it shews what a sad invalid I am!
But I do not like the corner into Vicarage Lane.

I dare say your apologies were accepted, sir. Mr. Elton knows you.

Yes: but a young lady--a bride--I ought to have paid my respects
to her if possible. It was being very deficient.

But, my dear papa, you are no friend to matrimony; and therefore
why should you be so anxious to pay your respects to a bride?
It ought to be no recommendation to you. It is encouraging people
to marry if you make so much of them.

No, my dear, I never encouraged any body to marry, but I would
always wish to pay every proper attention to a lady--and a bride,
especially, is never to be neglected. More is avowedly due to her.
A bride, you know, my dear, is always the first in company,
let the others be who they may.

Well, papa, if this is not encouragement to marry, I do not know
what is. And I should never have expected you to be lending your
sanction to such vanity-baits for poor young ladies.

My dear, you do not understand me. This is a
matter of mere common politeness and good-breeding,
and has nothing to do with any encouragement to people to marry.

Emma had done. Her father was growing nervousand could not
understand her. Her mind returned to Mrs. Elton's offences
and longvery longdid they occupy her.


Emma was not requiredby any subsequent discoveryto retract her ill
opinion of Mrs. Elton. Her observation had been pretty correct.
Such as Mrs. Elton appeared to her on this second interview
such she appeared whenever they met again--self-importantpresuming
familiarignorantand ill-bred. She had a little beauty and a
little accomplishmentbut so little judgment that she thought herself
coming with superior knowledge of the worldto enliven and improve
a country neighbourhood; and conceived Miss Hawkins to have held
such a place in society as Mrs. Elton's consequence only could surpass.

There was no reason to suppose Mr. Elton thought at all differently
from his wife. He seemed not merely happy with herbut proud.
He had the air of congratulating himself on having brought such
a woman to Highburyas not even Miss Woodhouse could equal;
and the greater part of her new acquaintancedisposed to commend
or not in the habit of judgingfollowing the lead of Miss Bates's
good-willor taking it for granted that the bride must be as clever
and as agreeable as she professed herselfwere very well satisfied;
so that Mrs. Elton's praise passed from one mouth to another as it
ought to dounimpeded by Miss Woodhousewho readily continued her
first contribution and talked with a good grace of her being "very
pleasant and very elegantly dressed."

In one respect Mrs. Elton grew even worse than she had appeared
at first. Her feelings altered towards Emma.--Offendedprobably
by the little encouragement which her proposals of intimacy met with
she drew back in her turn and gradually became much more cold
and distant; and though the effect was agreeablethe ill-will
which produced it was necessarily increasing Emma's dislike.
Her mannerstoo--and Mr. Elton'swere unpleasant towards Harriet.
They were sneering and negligent. Emma hoped it must rapidly work
Harriet's cure; but the sensations which could prompt such behaviour
sunk them both very much.--It was not to be doubted that poor
Harriet's attachment had been an offering to conjugal unreserve
and her own share in the storyunder a colouring the least favourable
to her and the most soothing to himhad in all likelihood been
given also. She wasof coursethe object of their joint dislike.--
When they had nothing else to sayit must be always easy to begin
abusing Miss Woodhouse; and the enmity which they dared not shew
in open disrespect to herfound a broader vent in contemptuous
treatment of Harriet.

Mrs. Elton took a great fancy to Jane Fairfax; and from the first.
Not merely when a state of warfare with one young lady might be
supposed to recommend the otherbut from the very first; and she
was not satisfied with expressing a natural and reasonable admiration-but
without solicitationor pleaor privilegeshe must be wanting
to assist and befriend her.--Before Emma had forfeited her confidence
and about the third time of their meetingshe heard all Mrs. Elton's
knight-errantry on the subject.-

Jane Fairfax is absolutely charming, Miss Woodhouse.--I quite
rave about Jane Fairfax.--A sweet, interesting creature. So mild
and ladylike--and with such talents!--I assure you I think she
has very extraordinary talents. I do not scruple to say that she
plays extremely well. I know enough of music to speak decidedly
on that point. Oh! she is absolutely charming! You will laugh at
my warmth--but, upon my word, I talk of nothing but Jane Fairfax.--
And her situation is so calculated to affect one!--Miss Woodhouse,
we must exert ourselves and endeavour to do something for her.
We must bring her forward. Such talent as hers must not be suffered
to remain unknown.--I dare say you have heard those charming lines of
the poet,

`Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
`And waste its fragrance on the desert air.'

We must not allow them to be verified in sweet Jane Fairfax.

I cannot think there is any danger of it,was Emma's calm answer-"
and when you are better acquainted with Miss Fairfax's situation
and understand what her home has beenwith Colonel and Mrs. Campbell
I have no idea that you will suppose her talents can be unknown."

Oh! but dear Miss Woodhouse, she is now in such retirement,
such obscurity, so thrown away.--Whatever advantages she may have
enjoyed with the Campbells are so palpably at an end! And I think
she feels it. I am sure she does. She is very timid and silent.
One can see that she feels the want of encouragement. I like her
the better for it. I must confess it is a recommendation to me.
I am a great advocate for timidity--and I am sure one does
not often meet with it.--But in those who are at all inferior,
it is extremely prepossessing. Oh! I assure you, Jane Fairfax
is a very delightful character, and interests me more than I
can express.

You appear to feel a great deal--but I am not aware how you or any
of Miss Fairfax's acquaintance here, any of those who have known
her longer than yourself, can shew her any other attention than-

My dear Miss Woodhouse, a vast deal may be done by those who dare
to act. You and I need not be afraid. If we set the example,
many will follow it as far as they can; though all have not
our situations. We have carriages to fetch and convey her home,
and we live in a style which could not make the addition of
Jane Fairfax, at any time, the least inconvenient.--I should be
extremely displeased if Wright were to send us up such a dinner,
as could make me regret having asked more than Jane Fairfax
to partake of it. I have no idea of that sort of thing. It is
not likely that I should, considering what I have been used to.
My greatest danger, perhaps, in housekeeping, may be quite the
other way, in doing too much, and being too careless of expense.
Maple Grove will probably be my model more than it ought to be-for
we do not at all affect to equal my brother, Mr. Suckling,
in income.--However, my resolution is taken as to noticing Jane Fairfax.-I
shall certainly have her very often at my house, shall introduce
her wherever I can, shall have musical parties to draw out her talents,
and shall be constantly on the watch for an eligible situation.
My acquaintance is so very extensive, that I have little doubt
of hearing of something to suit her shortly.--I shall introduce her,
of course, very particularly to my brother and sister when they come
to us. I am sure they will like her extremely; and when she gets
a little acquainted with them, her fears will completely wear off,
for there really is nothing in the manners of either but what is
highly conciliating.--I shall have her very often indeed while they
are with me, and I dare say we shall sometimes find a seat for her in
the barouche-landau in some of our exploring parties.

Poor Jane Fairfax!--thought Emma.--"You have not deserved this.
You may have done wrong with regard to Mr. Dixonbut this is a
punishment beyond what you can have merited!--The kindness and protection
of Mrs. Elton!--`Jane Fairfax and Jane Fairfax.' Heavens! Let me
not suppose that she dares go aboutEmma Woodhouse-ing me!--
But upon my honourthere seems no limits to the licentiousness
of that woman's tongue!"

Emma had not to listen to such paradings again--to any so exclusively
addressed to herself--so disgustingly decorated with a "dear Miss

Woodhouse." The change on Mrs. Elton's side soon afterwards appeared
and she was left in peace--neither forced to be the very particular
friend of Mrs. Eltonnorunder Mrs. Elton's guidancethe very
active patroness of Jane Fairfaxand only sharing with others in a
general wayin knowing what was feltwhat was meditatedwhat was done.

She looked on with some amusement.--Miss Bates's gratitude for
Mrs. Elton's attentions to Jane was in the first style of guileless
simplicity and warmth. She was quite one of her worthies--
the most amiableaffabledelightful woman--just as accomplished
and condescending as Mrs. Elton meant to be considered.
Emma's only surprize was that Jane Fairfax should accept
those attentions and tolerate Mrs. Elton as she seemed to do.
She heard of her walking with the Eltonssitting with the Eltons
spending a day with the Eltons! This was astonishing!--She could not
have believed it possible that the taste or the pride of Miss Fairfax
could endure such society and friendship as the Vicarage had to offer.

She is a riddle, quite a riddle!said she.--"To chuse to remain
here month after monthunder privations of every sort! And now
to chuse the mortification of Mrs. Elton's notice and the penury
of her conversationrather than return to the superior companions
who have always loved her with such realgenerous affection."

Jane had come to Highbury professedly for three months; the Campbells
were gone to Ireland for three months; but now the Campbells
had promised their daughter to stay at least till Midsummer
and fresh invitations had arrived for her to join them there.
According to Miss Bates--it all came from her--Mrs. Dixon had
written most pressingly. Would Jane but gomeans were to be found
servants sentfriends contrived--no travelling difficulty allowed
to exist; but still she had declined it!

She must have some motive, more powerful than appears, for refusing
this invitation,was Emma's conclusion. "She must be under some
sort of penanceinflicted either by the Campbells or herself.
There is great feargreat cautiongreat resolution somewhere.--
She is not to be with the Dixons. The decree is issued by somebody.
But why must she consent to be with the Eltons?--Here is quite a
separate puzzle."

Upon her speaking her wonder aloud on that part of the subject
before the few who knew her opinion of Mrs. EltonMrs. Weston
ventured this apology for Jane.

We cannot suppose that she has any great enjoyment at the Vicarage,
my dear Emma--but it is better than being always at home.
Her aunt is a good creature, but, as a constant companion,
must be very tiresome. We must consider what Miss Fairfax quits,
before we condemn her taste for what she goes to.

You are right, Mrs. Weston,said Mr. Knightley warmlyMiss Fairfax
is as capable as any of us of forming a just opinion of Mrs. Elton.
Could she have chosen with whom to associate, she would not have
chosen her. But (with a reproachful smile at Emma) she receives
attentions from Mrs. Elton, which nobody else pays her.

Emma felt that Mrs. Weston was giving her a momentary glance;
and she was herself struck by his warmth. With a faint blush
she presently replied

Such attentions as Mrs. Elton's, I should have imagined,
would rather disgust than gratify Miss Fairfax. Mrs. Elton's
invitations I should have imagined any thing but inviting.

I should not wonder,said Mrs. Westonif Miss Fairfax were to have
been drawn on beyond her own inclination, by her aunt's eagerness
in accepting Mrs. Elton's civilities for her. Poor Miss Bates may
very likely have committed her niece and hurried her into a greater
appearance of intimacy than her own good sense would have dictated,
in spite of the very natural wish of a little change.

Both felt rather anxious to hear him speak again; and after a few
minutes silencehe said

Another thing must be taken into consideration too--Mrs. Elton
does not talk to Miss Fairfax as she speaks of her. We all know
the difference between the pronouns he or she and thou, the plainest
spoken amongst us; we all feel the influence of a something beyond
common civility in our personal intercourse with each other--
a something more early implanted. We cannot give any body the
disagreeable hints that we may have been very full of the hour before.
We feel things differently. And besides the operation of this,
as a general principle, you may be sure that Miss Fairfax awes
Mrs. Elton by her superiority both of mind and manner; and that,
face to face, Mrs. Elton treats her with all the respect which she
has a claim to. Such a woman as Jane Fairfax probably never fell
in Mrs. Elton's way before--and no degree of vanity can prevent
her acknowledging her own comparative littleness in action, if not
in consciousness.

I know how highly you think of Jane Fairfax,said Emma.
Little Henry was in her thoughtsand a mixture of alarm and delicacy
made her irresolute what else to say.

Yes,he repliedany body may know how highly I think of her.

And yet,said Emmabeginning hastily and with an arch look
but soon stopping--it was betterhoweverto know the worst at once--
she hurried on--"And yetperhapsyou may hardly be aware yourself
how highly it is. The extent of your admiration may take you by
surprize some day or other."

Mr. Knightley was hard at work upon the lower buttons of his thick
leather gaitersand either the exertion of getting them together
or some other causebrought the colour into his faceas he answered

Oh! are you there?--But you are miserably behindhand. Mr. Cole
gave me a hint of it six weeks ago.

He stopped.--Emma felt her foot pressed by Mrs. Westonand did
not herself know what to think. In a moment he went on--

That will never be, however, I can assure you. Miss Fairfax,
I dare say, would not have me if I were to ask her--and I am very
sure I shall never ask her.

Emma returned her friend's pressure with interest; and was pleased
enough to exclaim

You are not vain, Mr. Knightley. I will say that for you.

He seemed hardly to hear her; he was thoughtful--and in a manner
which shewed him not pleasedsoon afterwards said

So you have been settling that I should marry Jane Fairfax?

No indeed I have not. You have scolded me too much for match-making,

for me to presume to take such a liberty with you. What I said
just now, meant nothing. One says those sort of things, of course,
without any idea of a serious meaning. Oh! no, upon my word I have not
the smallest wish for your marrying Jane Fairfax or Jane any body.
You would not come in and sit with us in this comfortable way,
if you were married.

Mr. Knightley was thoughtful again. The result of his reverie was
No, Emma, I do not think the extent of my admiration for her will
ever take me by surprize.--I never had a thought of her in that way,
I assure you.And soon afterwardsJane Fairfax is a very charming
young woman--but not even Jane Fairfax is perfect. She has a fault.
She has not the open temper which a man would wish for in a wife.

Emma could not but rejoice to hear that she had a fault.
Well,said sheand you soon silenced Mr. Cole, I suppose?

Yes, very soon. He gave me a quiet hint; I told him he was mistaken;
he asked my pardon and said no more. Cole does not want to be wiser
or wittier than his neighbours.

In that respect how unlike dear Mrs. Elton, who wants to be wiser
and wittier than all the world! I wonder how she speaks of the Coles--
what she calls them! How can she find any appellation for them,
deep enough in familiar vulgarity? She calls you, Knightley--what can
she do for Mr. Cole? And so I am not to be surprized that Jane
Fairfax accepts her civilities and consents to be with her.
Mrs. Weston, your argument weighs most with me. I can much more
readily enter into the temptation of getting away from Miss Bates,
than I can believe in the triumph of Miss Fairfax's mind over
Mrs. Elton. I have no faith in Mrs. Elton's acknowledging herself
the inferior in thought, word, or deed; or in her being under any
restraint beyond her own scanty rule of good-breeding. I cannot
imagine that she will not be continually insulting her visitor
with praise, encouragement, and offers of service; that she will not be
continually detailing her magnificent intentions, from the procuring
her a permanent situation to the including her in those delightful
exploring parties which are to take place in the barouche-landau.

Jane Fairfax has feeling,said Mr. Knightley--"I do not
accuse her of want of feeling. Her sensibilitiesI suspect
are strong--and her temper excellent in its power of forbearance
patienceself-controul; but it wants openness. She is reserved
more reservedI thinkthan she used to be--And I love an
open temper. No--till Cole alluded to my supposed attachment
it had never entered my head. I saw Jane Fairfax and conversed with
herwith admiration and pleasure always--but with no thought beyond."

Well, Mrs. Weston,said Emma triumphantly when he left them
what do you say now to Mr. Knightley's marrying Jane Fairfax?

Why, really, dear Emma, I say that he is so very much occupied
by the idea of not being in love with her, that I should not wonder
if it were to end in his being so at last. Do not beat me.


Every body in and about Highbury who had ever visited Mr. Elton
was disposed to pay him attention on his marriage. Dinner-parties and
evening-parties were made for him and his lady; and invitations
flowed in so fast that she had soon the pleasure of apprehending

they were never to have a disengaged day.

I see how it is,said she. "I see what a life I am to lead
among you. Upon my word we shall be absolutely dissipated.
We really seem quite the fashion. If this is living in the country
it is nothing very formidable. From Monday next to Saturday
I assure you we have not a disengaged day!--A woman with fewer
resources than I haveneed not have been at a loss."

No invitation came amiss to her. Her Bath habits made evening-parties
perfectly natural to herand Maple Grove had given her a taste
for dinners. She was a little shocked at the want of two
drawing roomsat the poor attempt at rout-cakesand there being
no ice in the Highbury card-parties. Mrs. BatesMrs. Perry
Mrs. Goddard and otherswere a good deal behind-hand in knowledge
of the worldbut she would soon shew them how every thing ought
to be arranged. In the course of the spring she must return their
civilities by one very superior party--in which her card-tables
should be set out with their separate candles and unbroken packs
in the true style--and more waiters engaged for the evening
than their own establishment could furnishto carry round
the refreshments at exactly the proper hourand in the proper order.

Emmain the meanwhilecould not be satisfied without a dinner
at Hartfield for the Eltons. They must not do less than others
or she should be exposed to odious suspicionsand imagined capable
of pitiful resentment. A dinner there must be. After Emma had
talked about it for ten minutesMr. Woodhouse felt no unwillingness
and only made the usual stipulation of not sitting at the bottom
of the table himselfwith the usual regular difficulty of deciding
who should do it for him.

The persons to be invitedrequired little thought. Besides the Eltons
it must be the Westons and Mr. Knightley; so far it was all of course-and
it was hardly less inevitable that poor little Harriet must
be asked to make the eighth:--but this invitation was not given
with equal satisfactionand on many accounts Emma was particularly
pleased by Harriet's begging to be allowed to decline it.
She would rather not be in his company more than she could help.
She was not yet quite able to see him and his charming happy
wife together, without feeling uncomfortable. If Miss Woodhouse
would not be displeased, she would rather stay at home.
It was precisely what Emma would have wishedhad she deemed it
possible enough for wishing. She was delighted with the fortitude
of her little friend--for fortitude she knew it was in her to give
up being in company and stay at home; and she could now invite the
very person whom she really wanted to make the eighthJane Fairfax.--
Since her last conversation with Mrs. Weston and Mr. Knightley
she was more conscience-stricken about Jane Fairfax than she had
often been.--Mr. Knightley's words dwelt with her. He had said
that Jane Fairfax received attentions from Mrs. Elton which nobody
else paid her.

This is very true,said sheat least as far as relates to me,
which was all that was meant--and it is very shameful.--Of the same age-and
always knowing her--I ought to have been more her friend.--
She will never like me now. I have neglected her too long. But I
will shew her greater attention than I have done.

Every invitation was successful. They were all disengaged and all happy.--
The preparatory interest of this dinnerhoweverwas not yet over.
A circumstance rather unlucky occurred. The two eldest little
Knightleys were engaged to pay their grandpapa and aunt a visit of
some weeks in the springand their papa now proposed bringing them

and staying one whole day at Hartfield--which one day would be
the very day of this party.--His professional engagements did
not allow of his being put offbut both father and daughter were
disturbed by its happening so. Mr. Woodhouse considered eight
persons at dinner together as the utmost that his nerves could bear--
and here would be a ninth--and Emma apprehended that it would
be a ninth very much out of humour at not being able to come even
to Hartfield for forty-eight hours without falling in with a dinner-party.

She comforted her father better than she could comfort herself
by representing that though he certainly would make them nine
yet he always said so littlethat the increase of noise would be
very immaterial. She thought it in reality a sad exchange for herself
to have him with his grave looks and reluctant conversation opposed
to her instead of his brother.

The event was more favourable to Mr. Woodhouse than to Emma.
John Knightley came; but Mr. Weston was unexpectedly summoned to town
and must be absent on the very day. He might be able to join them
in the eveningbut certainly not to dinner. Mr. Woodhouse was quite
at ease; and the seeing him sowith the arrival of the little boys
and the philosophic composure of her brother on hearing his fate
removed the chief of even Emma's vexation.

The day camethe party were punctually assembledand Mr. John Knightley
seemed early to devote himself to the business of being agreeable.
Instead of drawing his brother off to a window while they waited
for dinnerhe was talking to Miss Fairfax. Mrs. Eltonas elegant
as lace and pearls could make herhe looked at in silence--
wanting only to observe enough for Isabella's information--but Miss
Fairfax was an old acquaintance and a quiet girland he could
talk to her. He had met her before breakfast as he was returning
from a walk with his little boyswhen it had been just beginning
to rain. It was natural to have some civil hopes on the subject
and he said

I hope you did not venture far, Miss Fairfax, this morning, or I
am sure you must have been wet.--We scarcely got home in time.
I hope you turned directly.

I went only to the post-office,said sheand reached home
before the rain was much. It is my daily errand. I always fetch
the letters when I am here. It saves trouble, and is a something
to get me out. A walk before breakfast does me good.

Not a walk in the rain, I should imagine.

No, but it did not absolutely rain when I set out.

Mr. John Knightley smiledand replied

That is to say, you chose to have your walk, for you were not six
yards from your own door when I had the pleasure of meeting you;
and Henry and John had seen more drops than they could count long before.
The post-office has a great charm at one period of our lives.
When you have lived to my age, you will begin to think letters are
never worth going through the rain for.

There was a little blushand then this answer

I must not hope to be ever situated as you are, in the midst of
every dearest connexion, and therefore I cannot expect that simply
growing older should make me indifferent about letters.

Indifferent! Oh! no--I never conceived you could become indifferent.
Letters are no matter of indifference; they are generally a very
positive curse.

You are speaking of letters of business; mine are letters
of friendship.

I have often thought them the worst of the two,replied he coolly.
Business, you know, may bring money, but friendship hardly
ever does.

Ah! you are not serious now. I know Mr. John Knightley too well--
I am very sure he understands the value of friendship as well as
any body. I can easily believe that letters are very little to you,
much less than to me, but it is not your being ten years older than
myself which makes the difference, it is not age, but situation.
You have every body dearest to you always at hand, I, probably,
never shall again; and therefore till I have outlived all my affections,
a post-office, I think, must always have power to draw me out,
in worse weather than to-day.

When I talked of your being altered by time, by the progress of years,
said John KnightleyI meant to imply the change of situation
which time usually brings. I consider one as including the other.
Time will generally lessen the interest of every attachment not within
the daily circle--but that is not the change I had in view for you.
As an old friend, you will allow me to hope, Miss Fairfax, that ten
years hence you may have as many concentrated objects as I have.

It was kindly saidand very far from giving offence. A pleasant
thank youseemed meant to laugh it offbut a blusha quivering lip
a tear in the eyeshewed that it was felt beyond a laugh.
Her attention was now claimed by Mr. Woodhousewho being
according to his custom on such occasionsmaking the circle of
his guestsand paying his particular compliments to the ladies
was ending with her--and with all his mildest urbanitysaid

I am very sorry to hear, Miss Fairfax, of your being out this
morning in the rain. Young ladies should take care of themselves.--
Young ladies are delicate plants. They should take care of their
health and their complexion. My dear, did you change your stockings?

Yes, sir, I did indeed; and I am very much obliged by your kind
solicitude about me.

My dear Miss Fairfax, young ladies are very sure to be cared for.--
I hope your good grand-mama and aunt are well. They are some
of my very old friends. I wish my health allowed me to be a
better neighbour. You do us a great deal of honour to-day, I am sure.
My daughter and I are both highly sensible of your goodness,
and have the greatest satisfaction in seeing you at Hartfield.

The kind-heartedpolite old man might then sit down and feel
that he had done his dutyand made every fair lady welcome and easy.

By this timethe walk in the rain had reached Mrs. Elton
and her remonstrances now opened upon Jane.

My dear Jane, what is this I hear?--Going to the post-office
in the rain!--This must not be, I assure you.--You sad girl,
how could you do such a thing?--It is a sign I was not there
to take care of you.

Jane very patiently assured her that she had not caught any cold.

Oh! do not tell me. You really are a very sad girl, and do not
know how to take care of yourself.--To the post-office indeed!
Mrs. Weston, did you ever hear the like? You and I must positively
exert our authority.

My advice,said Mrs. Weston kindly and persuasivelyI certainly
do feel tempted to give. Miss Fairfax, you must not run such risks.--
Liable as you have been to severe colds, indeed you ought
to be particularly careful, especially at this time of year.
The spring I always think requires more than common care.
Better wait an hour or two, or even half a day for your letters,
than run the risk of bringing on your cough again. Now do not you
feel that you had? Yes, I am sure you are much too reasonable.
You look as if you would not do such a thing again.

Oh! she shall not do such a thing again,eagerly rejoined
Mrs. Elton. "We will not allow her to do such a thing again:"--
and nodding significantly--"there must be some arrangement made
there must indeed. I shall speak to Mr. E. The man who fetches
our letters every morning (one of our menI forget his name)
shall inquire for yours too and bring them to you. That will obviate
all difficulties you know; and from us I really thinkmy dear Jane
you can have no scruple to accept such an accommodation."

You are extremely kind,said Jane; "but I cannot give up my
early walk. I am advised to be out of doors as much as I can
I must walk somewhereand the post-office is an object; and upon
my wordI have scarcely ever had a bad morning before."

My dear Jane, say no more about it. The thing is determined,
that is (laughing affectedly) as far as I can presume to determine
any thing without the concurrence of my lord and master. You know,
Mrs. Weston, you and I must be cautious how we express ourselves.
But I do flatter myself, my dear Jane, that my influence is not entirely
worn out. If I meet with no insuperable difficulties therefore,
consider that point as settled.

Excuse me,said Jane earnestlyI cannot by any means consent
to such an arrangement, so needlessly troublesome to your servant.
If the errand were not a pleasure to me, it could be done, as it
always is when I am not here, by my grandmama's.

Oh! my dear; but so much as Patty has to do!--And it is a kindness
to employ our men.

Jane looked as if she did not mean to be conquered; but instead
of answeringshe began speaking again to Mr. John Knightley.

The post-office is a wonderful establishment!said she.--
The regularity and despatch of it! If one thinks of all that it
has to do, and all that it does so well, it is really astonishing!

It is certainly very well regulated.

So seldom that any negligence or blunder appears! So seldom
that a letter, among the thousands that are constantly passing
about the kingdom, is even carried wrong--and not one in a million,
I suppose, actually lost! And when one considers the variety
of hands, and of bad hands too, that are to be deciphered,
it increases the wonder.

The clerks grow expert from habit.--They must begin with some
quickness of sight and hand, and exercise improves them. If you

want any farther explanation,continued hesmilingthey are
paid for it. That is the key to a great deal of capacity.
The public pays and must be served well.

The varieties of handwriting were farther talked ofand the usual
observations made.

I have heard it asserted,said John Knightleythat the same
sort of handwriting often prevails in a family; and where the
same master teaches, it is natural enough. But for that reason,
I should imagine the likeness must be chiefly confined to the females,
for boys have very little teaching after an early age, and scramble
into any hand they can get. Isabella and Emma, I think, do write
very much alike. I have not always known their writing apart.

Yes,said his brother hesitatinglythere is a likeness.
I know what you mean--but Emma's hand is the strongest.

Isabella and Emma both write beautifully,said Mr. Woodhouse;
and always did. And so does poor Mrs. Weston--with half a sigh
and half a smile at her.

I never saw any gentleman's handwriting--Emma beganlooking also
at Mrs. Weston; but stoppedon perceiving that Mrs. Weston was
attending to some one else--and the pause gave her time to reflect
Now, how am I going to introduce him?--Am I unequal to speaking
his name at once before all these people? Is it necessary
for me to use any roundabout phrase?--Your Yorkshire friend--
your correspondent in Yorkshire;--that would be the way, I suppose,
if I were very bad.--No, I can pronounce his name without the
smallest distress. I certainly get better and better.--Now for it.

Mrs. Weston was disengaged and Emma began again--"Mr. Frank Churchill
writes one of the best gentleman's hands I ever saw."

I do not admire it,said Mr. Knightley. "It is too small--
wants strength. It is like a woman's writing."

This was not submitted to by either lady. They vindicated him
against the base aspersion. "Noit by no means wanted strength--
it was not a large handbut very clear and certainly strong.
Had not Mrs. Weston any letter about her to produce?" Noshe had
heard from him very latelybut having answered the letterhad put
it away.

If we were in the other room,said Emmaif I had my writing-desk,
I am sure I could produce a specimen. I have a note of his.--
Do not you remember, Mrs. Weston, employing him to write for you
one day?

He chose to say he was employed--

Well, well, I have that note; and can shew it after dinner
to convince Mr. Knightley.

Oh! when a gallant young man, like Mr. Frank Churchill,
said Mr. Knightley drylywrites to a fair lady like Miss Woodhouse,
he will, of course, put forth his best.

Dinner was on table.--Mrs. Eltonbefore she could be spoken to
was ready; and before Mr. Woodhouse had reached her with his request
to be allowed to hand her into the dining-parlourwas saying--

Must I go first? I really am ashamed of always leading the way.

Jane's solicitude about fetching her own letters had not escaped Emma.
She had heard and seen it all; and felt some curiosity to know
whether the wet walk of this morning had produced any. She suspected
that it had; that it would not have been so resolutely encountered
but in full expectation of hearing from some one very dear
and that it had not been in vain. She thought there was an air
of greater happiness than usual--a glow both of complexion and spirits.

She could have made an inquiry or twoas to the expedition
and the expense of the Irish mails;--it was at her tongue's end--
but she abstained. She was quite determined not to utter a word
that should hurt Jane Fairfax's feelings; and they followed
the other ladies out of the roomarm in armwith an appearance
of good-will highly becoming to the beauty and grace of each.


When the ladies returned to the drawing-room after dinnerEmma found
it hardly possible to prevent their making two distinct parties;--
with so much perseverance in judging and behaving ill did Mrs. Elton
engross Jane Fairfax and slight herself. She and Mrs. Weston were
obliged to be almost always either talking together or silent together.
Mrs. Elton left them no choice. If Jane repressed her for a
little timeshe soon began again; and though much that passed
between them was in a half-whisperespecially on Mrs. Elton's side
there was no avoiding a knowledge of their principal subjects:
The post-office--catching cold--fetching letters--and friendship
were long under discussion; and to them succeeded onewhich must
be at least equally unpleasant to Jane--inquiries whether she had
yet heard of any situation likely to suit herand professions of
Mrs. Elton's meditated activity.

Here is April come!said sheI get quite anxious about you.
June will soon be here.

But I have never fixed on June or any other month--merely looked
forward to the summer in general.

But have you really heard of nothing?

I have not even made any inquiry; I do not wish to make any yet.

Oh! my dear, we cannot begin too early; you are not aware
of the difficulty of procuring exactly the desirable thing.

I not aware!said Janeshaking her head; "dear Mrs. Elton
who can have thought of it as I have done?"

But you have not seen so much of the world as I have. You do not
know how many candidates there always are for the first situations.
I saw a vast deal of that in the neighbourhood round Maple Grove.
A cousin of Mr. Suckling, Mrs. Bragge, had such an infinity
of applications; every body was anxious to be in her family,
for she moves in the first circle. Wax-candles in the schoolroom!
You may imagine how desirable! Of all houses in the kingdom
Mrs. Bragge's is the one I would most wish to see you in.

Colonel and Mrs. Campbell are to be in town again by midsummer,
said Jane. "I must spend some time with them; I am sure they will
want it;--afterwards I may probably be glad to dispose of myself.

But I would not wish you to take the trouble of making any inquiries
at present."

Trouble! aye, I know your scruples. You are afraid of giving
me trouble; but I assure you, my dear Jane, the Campbells can
hardly be more interested about you than I am. I shall write
to Mrs. Partridge in a day or two, and shall give her a strict
charge to be on the look-out for any thing eligible.

Thank you, but I would rather you did not mention the subject
to her; till the time draws nearer, I do not wish to be giving
any body trouble.

But, my dear child, the time is drawing near; here is April,
and June, or say even July, is very near, with such business
to accomplish before us. Your inexperience really amuses me!
A situation such as you deserve, and your friends would require for you,
is no everyday occurrence, is not obtained at a moment's notice;
indeed, indeed, we must begin inquiring directly.

Excuse me, ma'am, but this is by no means my intention; I make no
inquiry myself, and should be sorry to have any made by my friends.
When I am quite determined as to the time, I am not at all afraid
of being long unemployed. There are places in town, offices,
where inquiry would soon produce something--Offices for the sale--
not quite of human flesh--but of human intellect.

Oh! my dear, human flesh! You quite shock me; if you mean a fling
at the slave-trade, I assure you Mr. Suckling was always rather
a friend to the abolition.

I did not mean, I was not thinking of the slave-trade,replied Jane;
governess-trade, I assure you, was all that I had in view;
widely different certainly as to the guilt of those who carry it on;
but as to the greater misery of the victims, I do not know where
it lies. But I only mean to say that there are advertising offices,
and that by applying to them I should have no doubt of very soon
meeting with something that would do.

Something that would do!repeated Mrs. Elton. "Ayethat may
suit your humble ideas of yourself;--I know what a modest creature
you are; but it will not satisfy your friends to have you taking up
with any thing that may offerany inferiorcommonplace situation
in a family not moving in a certain circleor able to command
the elegancies of life."

You are very obliging; but as to all that, I am very indifferent;
it would be no object to me to be with the rich; my mortifications,
I think, would only be the greater; I should suffer more from comparison.
A gentleman's family is all that I should condition for.

I know you, I know you; you would take up with any thing; but I
shall be a little more nice, and I am sure the good Campbells will
be quite on my side; with your superior talents, you have a right
to move in the first circle. Your musical knowledge alone would
entitle you to name your own terms, have as many rooms as you like,
and mix in the family as much as you chose;--that is--I do not know--
if you knew the harp, you might do all that, I am very sure;
but you sing as well as play;--yes, I really believe you might,
even without the harp, stipulate for what you chose;--and you must
and shall be delightfully, honourably and comfortably settled before
the Campbells or I have any rest.

You may well class the delight, the honour, and the comfort

of such a situation together,said Janethey are pretty sure
to be equal; however, I am very serious in not wishing any thing
to be attempted at present for me. I am exceedingly obliged to you,
Mrs. Elton, I am obliged to any body who feels for me, but I am
quite serious in wishing nothing to be done till the summer.
For two or three months longer I shall remain where I am, and as
I am.

And I am quite serious too, I assure you,replied Mrs. Elton gaily
in resolving to be always on the watch, and employing my friends
to watch also, that nothing really unexceptionable may pass us.

In this style she ran on; never thoroughly stopped by any thing
till Mr. Woodhouse came into the room; her vanity had then a change
of objectand Emma heard her saying in the same half-whisper to Jane

Here comes this dear old beau of mine, I protest!--Only think of his
gallantry in coming away before the other men!--what a dear creature
he is;--I assure you I like him excessively. I admire all that quaint,
old-fashioned politeness; it is much more to my taste than modern ease;
modern ease often disgusts me. But this good old Mr. Woodhouse,
I wish you had heard his gallant speeches to me at dinner. Oh! I assure
you I began to think my caro sposo would be absolutely jealous.
I fancy I am rather a favourite; he took notice of my gown.
How do you like it?--Selina's choice--handsome, I think, but I
do not know whether it is not over-trimmed; I have the greatest
dislike to the idea of being over-trimmed--quite a horror of finery.
I must put on a few ornaments now, because it is expected of me.
A bride, you know, must appear like a bride, but my natural taste
is all for simplicity; a simple style of dress is so infinitely
preferable to finery. But I am quite in the minority, I believe;
few people seem to value simplicity of dress,--show and finery
are every thing. I have some notion of putting such a trimming
as this to my white and silver poplin. Do you think it will
look well?

The whole party were but just reassembled in the drawing-room
when Mr. Weston made his appearance among them. He had returned
to a late dinnerand walked to Hartfield as soon as it was over.
He had been too much expected by the best judgesfor surprize-but
there was great joy. Mr. Woodhouse was almost as glad to see
him nowas he would have been sorry to see him before. John Knightley
only was in mute astonishment.--That a man who might have spent
his evening quietly at home after a day of business in London
should set off againand walk half a mile to another man's house
for the sake of being in mixed company till bed-timeof finishing
his day in the efforts of civility and the noise of numbers
was a circumstance to strike him deeply. A man who had been in motion
since eight o'clock in the morningand might now have been still
who had been long talkingand might have been silentwho had been
in more than one crowdand might have been alone!--Such a man
to quit the tranquillity and independence of his own fireside
and on the evening of a cold sleety April day rush out again into
the world!--Could he by a touch of his finger have instantly taken
back his wifethere would have been a motive; but his coming would
probably prolong rather than break up the party. John Knightley
looked at him with amazementthen shrugged his shouldersand said
I could not have believed it even of him.

Mr. Weston meanwhileperfectly unsuspicious of the indignation
he was excitinghappy and cheerful as usualand with all
the right of being principal talkerwhich a day spent anywhere
from home conferswas making himself agreeable among the rest;
and having satisfied the inquiries of his wife as to his dinner

convincing her that none of all her careful directions to the servants
had been forgottenand spread abroad what public news he had heard
was proceeding to a family communicationwhichthough principally
addressed to Mrs. Westonhe had not the smallest doubt of being
highly interesting to every body in the room. He gave her a letter
it was from Frankand to herself; he had met with it in his way
and had taken the liberty of opening it.

Read it, read it,said heit will give you pleasure;
only a few lines--will not take you long; read it to Emma.

The two ladies looked over it together; and he sat smiling
and talking to them the whole timein a voice a little subdued
but very audible to every body.

Well, he is coming, you see; good news, I think. Well, what do
you say to it?--I always told you he would be here again soon,
did not I?--Anne, my dear, did not I always tell you so, and you would
not believe me?--In town next week, you see--at the latest, I dare say;
for she is as impatient as the black gentleman when any thing is
to be done; most likely they will be there to-morrow or Saturday.
As to her illness, all nothing of course. But it is an excellent
thing to have Frank among us again, so near as town. They will stay
a good while when they do come, and he will be half his time with us.
This is precisely what I wanted. Well, pretty good news, is not it?
Have you finished it? Has Emma read it all? Put it up, put it up;
we will have a good talk about it some other time, but it will not
do now. I shall only just mention the circumstance to the others in a
common way.

Mrs. Weston was most comfortably pleased on the occasion.
Her looks and words had nothing to restrain them. She was happy
she knew she was happyand knew she ought to be happy.
Her congratulations were warm and open; but Emma could not speak
so fluently. She was a little occupied in weighing her own feelings
and trying to understand the degree of her agitationwhich she
rather thought was considerable.

Mr. Westonhowevertoo eager to be very observanttoo communicative
to want others to talkwas very well satisfied with what she did say
and soon moved away to make the rest of his friends happy by a partial
communication of what the whole room must have overheard already.

It was well that he took every body's joy for grantedor he
might not have thought either Mr. Woodhouse or Mr. Knightley
particularly delighted. They were the first entitled
after Mrs. Weston and Emmato be made happy;--from them he would
have proceeded to Miss Fairfaxbut she was so deep in conversation
with John Knightleythat it would have been too positive
an interruption; and finding himself close to Mrs. Eltonand
her attention disengagedhe necessarily began on the subject with her.


I hope I shall soon have the pleasure of introducing my son to you,
said Mr. Weston.

Mrs. Eltonvery willing to suppose a particular compliment intended
her by such a hopesmiled most graciously.

You have heard of a certain Frank Churchill, I presume,he continued--

and know him to be my son, though he does not bear my name.

Oh! yes, and I shall be very happy in his acquaintance.
I am sure Mr. Elton will lose no time in calling on him; and we
shall both have great pleasure in seeing him at the Vicarage.

You are very obliging.--Frank will be extremely happy, I am sure.--
He is to be in town next week, if not sooner. We have notice of it
in a letter to-day. I met the letters in my way this morning,
and seeing my son's hand, presumed to open it--though it was not directed
to me--it was to Mrs. Weston. She is his principal correspondent,
I assure you. I hardly ever get a letter.

And so you absolutely opened what was directed to her! Oh! Mr. Weston--
(laughing affectedly) I must protest against that.--A most dangerous
precedent indeed!--I beg you will not let your neighbours follow
your example.--Upon my word, if this is what I am to expect,
we married women must begin to exert ourselves!--Oh! Mr. Weston,
I could not have believed it of you!

Aye, we men are sad fellows. You must take care of yourself,
Mrs. Elton.--This letter tells us--it is a short letter--written in
a hurry, merely to give us notice--it tells us that they are all
coming up to town directly, on Mrs. Churchill's account--she has
not been well the whole winter, and thinks Enscombe too cold for her--
so they are all to move southward without loss of time.

Indeed!--from Yorkshire, I think. Enscombe is in Yorkshire?

Yes, they are about one hundred and ninety miles from London.
a considerable journey.

Yes, upon my word, very considerable. Sixty-five miles farther
than from Maple Grove to London. But what is distance, Mr. Weston,
to people of large fortune?--You would be amazed to hear how my brother,
Mr. Suckling, sometimes flies about. You will hardly believe me--
but twice in one week he and Mr. Bragge went to London and back again
with four horses.

The evil of the distance from Enscombe,said Mr. Westonis, that
Mrs. Churchill, as we understand, has not been able to leave the
sofa for a week together. In Frank's last letter she complained,
he said, of being too weak to get into her conservatory without having
both his arm and his uncle's! This, you know, speaks a great degree
of weakness--but now she is so impatient to be in town, that she
means to sleep only two nights on the road.--So Frank writes word.
Certainly, delicate ladies have very extraordinary constitutions,
Mrs. Elton. You must grant me that.

No, indeed, I shall grant you nothing. I Always take the part
of my own sex. I do indeed. I give you notice--You will find me
a formidable antagonist on that point. I always stand up for women--
and I assure you, if you knew how Selina feels with respect
to sleeping at an inn, you would not wonder at Mrs. Churchill's
making incredible exertions to avoid it. Selina says it is quite
horror to her--and I believe I have caught a little of her nicety.
She always travels with her own sheets; an excellent precaution.
Does Mrs. Churchill do the same?

Depend upon it, Mrs. Churchill does every thing that any other
fine lady ever did. Mrs. Churchill will not be second to any lady
in the land for--

Mrs. Elton eagerly interposed with

Oh! Mr. Weston, do not mistake me. Selina is no fine lady,
I assure you. Do not run away with such an idea.

Is not she? Then she is no rule for Mrs. Churchill, who is
as thorough a fine lady as any body ever beheld.

Mrs. Elton began to think she had been wrong in disclaiming so warmly.
It was by no means her object to have it believed that her sister
was not a fine lady; perhaps there was want of spirit in the pretence
of it;--and she was considering in what way she had best retract
when Mr. Weston went on.

Mrs. Churchill is not much in my good graces, as you may suspect-but
this is quite between ourselves. She is very fond of Frank,
and therefore I would not speak ill of her. Besides, she is out of
health now; but that indeed, by her own account, she has always been.
I would not say so to every body, Mrs. Elton, but I have not much
faith in Mrs. Churchill's illness.

If she is really ill, why not go to Bath, Mr. Weston?--To Bath,
or to Clifton?She has taken it into her head that Enscombe is too
cold for her. The fact is, I suppose, that she is tired of Enscombe.
She has now been a longer time stationary there, than she ever
was before, and she begins to want change. It is a retired place.
A fine place, but very retired.

Aye--like Maple Grove, I dare say. Nothing can stand more retired from
the road than Maple Grove. Such an immense plantation all round it!
You seem shut out from every thing--in the most complete retirement.--
And Mrs. Churchill probably has not health or spirits like Selina
to enjoy that sort of seclusion. Or, perhaps she may not have
resources enough in herself to be qualified for a country life.
I always say a woman cannot have too many resources--and I feel
very thankful that I have so many myself as to be quite independent
of society.

Frank was here in February for a fortnight.

So I remember to have heard. He will find an addition to the
society of Highbury when he comes again; that is, if I may presume
to call myself an addition. But perhaps he may never have heard
of there being such a creature in the world.

This was too loud a call for a compliment to be passed by
and Mr. Westonwith a very good graceimmediately exclaimed

My dear madam! Nobody but yourself could imagine such a
thing possible. Not heard of you!--I believe Mrs. Weston's
letters lately have been full of very little else than Mrs. Elton.

He had done his duty and could return to his son.

When Frank left us,continued heit was quite uncertain when we
might see him again, which makes this day's news doubly welcome.
It has been completely unexpected. That is, I always had a strong
persuasion he would be here again soon, I was sure something
favourable would turn up--but nobody believed me. He and Mrs. Weston
were both dreadfully desponding. `How could he contrive to come?
And how could it be supposed that his uncle and aunt would spare
him again?' and so forth--I always felt that something would happen
in our favour; and so it has, you see. I have observed, Mrs. Elton,
in the course of my life, that if things are going untowardly one month,
they are sure to mend the next.

Very true, Mr. Weston, perfectly true. It is just what I used
to say to a certain gentleman in company in the days of courtship,
when, because things did not go quite right, did not proceed with all
the rapidity which suited his feelings, he was apt to be in despair,
and exclaim that he was sure at this rate it would be May before
Hymen's saffron robe would be put on for us. Oh! the pains I have
been at to dispel those gloomy ideas and give him cheerfuller views!
The carriage--we had disappointments about the carriage;--one morning,
I remember, he came to me quite in despair.

She was stopped by a slight fit of coughingand Mr. Weston instantly
seized the opportunity of going on.

You were mentioning May. May is the very month which Mrs. Churchill
is ordered, or has ordered herself, to spend in some warmer place
than Enscombe--in short, to spend in London; so that we have the
agreeable prospect of frequent visits from Frank the whole spring--
precisely the season of the year which one should have chosen
for it: days almost at the longest; weather genial and pleasant,
always inviting one out, and never too hot for exercise. When he
was here before, we made the best of it; but there was a good deal
of wet, damp, cheerless weather; there always is in February, you know,
and we could not do half that we intended. Now will be the time.
This will be complete enjoyment; and I do not know, Mrs. Elton,
whether the uncertainty of our meetings, the sort of constant
expectation there will be of his coming in to-day or to-morrow,
and at any hour, may not be more friendly to happiness than having
him actually in the house. I think it is so. I think it is the
state of mind which gives most spirit and delight. I hope you
will be pleased with my son; but you must not expect a prodigy.
He is generally thought a fine young man, but do not expect a prodigy.
Mrs. Weston's partiality for him is very great, and, as you may suppose,
most gratifying to me. She thinks nobody equal to him.

And I assure you, Mr. Weston, I have very little doubt that my
opinion will be decidedly in his favour. I have heard so much
in praise of Mr. Frank Churchill.--At the same time it is fair
to observe, that I am one of those who always judge for themselves,
and are by no means implicitly guided by others. I give you notice
that as I find your son, so I shall judge of him.--I am no flatterer.

Mr. Weston was musing.

I hope,said he presentlyI have not been severe upon poor
Mrs. Churchill. If she is ill I should be sorry to do her injustice;
but there are some traits in her character which make it difficult
for me to speak of her with the forbearance I could wish.
You cannot be ignorant, Mrs. Elton, of my connexion with the family,
nor of the treatment I have met with; and, between ourselves,
the whole blame of it is to be laid to her. She was the instigator.
Frank's mother would never have been slighted as she was but for her.
Mr. Churchill has pride; but his pride is nothing to his wife's:
his is a quiet, indolent, gentlemanlike sort of pride that would
harm nobody, and only make himself a little helpless and tiresome;
but her pride is arrogance and insolence! And what inclines one less
to bear, she has no fair pretence of family or blood. She was nobody
when he married her, barely the daughter of a gentleman; but ever
since her being turned into a Churchill she has out-Churchill'd them
all in high and mighty claims: but in herself, I assure you, she is
an upstart.

Only think! well, that must be infinitely provoking! I have quite
a horror of upstarts. Maple Grove has given me a thorough disgust

to people of that sort; for there is a family in that neighbourhood
who are such an annoyance to my brother and sister from the airs
they give themselves! Your description of Mrs. Churchill made me
think of them directly. People of the name of Tupman, very lately
settled there, and encumbered with many low connexions, but giving
themselves immense airs, and expecting to be on a footing with the old
established families. A year and a half is the very utmost that they can
have lived at West Hall; and how they got their fortune nobody knows.
They came from Birmingham, which is not a place to promise much,
you know, Mr. Weston. One has not great hopes from Birmingham.
I always say there is something direful in the sound: but nothing
more is positively known of the Tupmans, though a good many things
I assure you are suspected; and yet by their manners they evidently
think themselves equal even to my brother, Mr. Suckling, who happens
to be one of their nearest neighbours. It is infinitely too bad.
Mr. Suckling, who has been eleven years a resident at Maple Grove,
and whose father had it before him--I believe, at least--I am
almost sure that old Mr. Suckling had completed the purchase before
his death.

They were interrupted. Tea was carrying roundand Mr. Weston
having said all that he wantedsoon took the opportunity of
walking away.

After teaMr. and Mrs. Westonand Mr. Elton sat down with Mr. Woodhouse
to cards. The remaining five were left to their own powers
and Emma doubted their getting on very well; for Mr. Knightley seemed
little disposed for conversation; Mrs. Elton was wanting notice
which nobody had inclination to payand she was herself
in a worry of spirits which would have made her prefer being silent.

Mr. John Knightley proved more talkative than his brother.
He was to leave them early the next day; and he soon began with--

Well, Emma, I do not believe I have any thing more to say about
the boys; but you have your sister's letter, and every thing is
down at full length there we may be sure. My charge would be much
more concise than her's, and probably not much in the same spirit;
all that I have to recommend being comprised in, do not spoil them,
and do not physic them.

I rather hope to satisfy you both,said Emmafor I shall do all
in my power to make them happy, which will be enough for Isabella;
and happiness must preclude false indulgence and physic.

And if you find them troublesome, you must send them home again.

That is very likely. You think so, do not you?

I hope I am aware that they may be too noisy for your father--
or even may be some encumbrance to you, if your visiting engagements
continue to increase as much as they have done lately.


Certainly; you must be sensible that the last half-year has made
a great difference in your way of life.

Difference! No indeed I am not.

There can be no doubt of your being much more engaged with company
than you used to be. Witness this very time. Here am I come
down for only one day, and you are engaged with a dinner-party!--
When did it happen before, or any thing like it? Your neighbourhood

is increasing, and you mix more with it. A little while ago,
every letter to Isabella brought an account of fresh gaieties;
dinners at Mr. Cole's, or balls at the Crown. The difference
which Randalls, Randalls alone makes in your goings-on, is very great.

Yes,said his brother quicklyit is Randalls that does it all.

Very well--and as Randalls, I suppose, is not likely to have less
influence than heretofore, it strikes me as a possible thing, Emma,
that Henry and John may be sometimes in the way. And if they are,
I only beg you to send them home.

No,cried Mr. Knightleythat need not be the consequence.
Let them be sent to Donwell. I shall certainly be at leisure.

Upon my word,exclaimed Emmayou amuse me! I should like to know
how many of all my numerous engagements take place without your being
of the party; and why I am to be supposed in danger of wanting leisure
to attend to the little boys. These amazing engagements of mine-what
have they been? Dining once with the Coles--and having a ball
talked of, which never took place. I can understand you--(nodding at
Mr. John Knightley)--your good fortune in meeting with so many of
your friends at once here, delights you too much to pass unnoticed.
But you, (turning to Mr. Knightley,) who know how very, very seldom
I am ever two hours from Hartfield, why you should foresee such a
series of dissipation for me, I cannot imagine. And as to my dear
little boys, I must say, that if Aunt Emma has not time for them,
I do not think they would fare much better with Uncle Knightley,
who is absent from home about five hours where she is absent one-and
who, when he is at home, is either reading to himself or settling
his accounts.

Mr. Knightley seemed to be trying not to smile; and succeeded
without difficultyupon Mrs. Elton's beginning to talk to him.



A very little quiet reflection was enough to satisfy Emma as to the
nature of her agitation on hearing this news of Frank Churchill.
She was soon convinced that it was not for herself she was feeling at
all apprehensive or embarrassed; it was for him. Her own attachment
had really subsided into a mere nothing; it was not worth thinking of;-but
if hewho had undoubtedly been always so much the most in love
of the twowere to be returning with the same warmth of sentiment
which he had taken awayit would be very distressing. If a separation
of two months should not have cooled himthere were dangers and evils
before her:--caution for him and for herself would be necessary.
She did not mean to have her own affections entangled again
and it would be incumbent on her to avoid any encouragement of his.

She wished she might be able to keep him from an absolute declaration.
That would be so very painful a conclusion of their present acquaintance!
and yetshe could not help rather anticipating something decisive.
She felt as if the spring would not pass without bringing a crisis
an eventa something to alter her present composed and tranquil state.

It was not very longthough rather longer than Mr. Weston had foreseen
before she had the power of forming some opinion of Frank Churchill's
feelings. The Enscombe family were not in town quite so soon as had
been imaginedbut he was at Highbury very soon afterwards. He rode
down for a couple of hours; he could not yet do more; but as he came
from Randalls immediately to Hartfieldshe could then exercise all
her quick observationand speedily determine how he was influenced
and how she must act. They met with the utmost friendliness.
There could be no doubt of his great pleasure in seeing her.
But she had an almost instant doubt of his caring for her as he
had doneof his feeling the same tenderness in the same degree.
She watched him well. It was a clear thing he was less in love than he
had been. Absencewith the conviction probably of her indifference
had produced this very natural and very desirable effect.

He was in high spirits; as ready to talk and laugh as everand seemed
delighted to speak of his former visitand recur to old stories:
and he was not without agitation. It was not in his calmness that
she read his comparative difference. He was not calm; his spirits
were evidently fluttered; there was restlessness about him.
Lively as he wasit seemed a liveliness that did not satisfy himself;
but what decided her belief on the subjectwas his staying only a
quarter of an hourand hurrying away to make other calls in Highbury.
He had seen a group of old acquaintance in the street as he passed-he
had not stopped, he would not stop for more than a word--but he
had the vanity to think they would be disappointed if he did not call,
and much as he wished to stay longer at Hartfield, he must hurry off.
She had no doubt as to his being less in love--but neither his
agitated spiritsnor his hurrying awayseemed like a perfect cure;
and she was rather inclined to think it implied a dread of her
returning powerand a discreet resolution of not trusting himself
with her long.

This was the only visit from Frank Churchill in the course of ten days.
He was often hopingintending to come--but was always prevented.
His aunt could not bear to have him leave her. Such was his own account
at Randall's. If he were quite sincereif he really tried to come
it was to be inferred that Mrs. Churchill's removal to London had
been of no service to the wilful or nervous part of her disorder.
That she was really ill was very certain; he had declared himself
convinced of itat Randalls. Though much might be fancyhe could
not doubtwhen he looked backthat she was in a weaker state
of health than she had been half a year ago. He did not believe it
to proceed from any thing that care and medicine might not remove
or at least that she might not have many years of existence before her;
but he could not be prevailed onby all his father's doubtsto say
that her complaints were merely imaginaryor that she was as strong
as ever.

It soon appeared that London was not the place for her. She could
not endure its noise. Her nerves were under continual irritation
and suffering; and by the ten days' endher nephew's letter to
Randalls communicated a change of plan. They were going to remove
immediately to Richmond. Mrs. Churchill had been recommended
to the medical skill of an eminent person thereand had otherwise
a fancy for the place. A ready-furnished house in a favourite
spot was engagedand much benefit expected from the change.

Emma heard that Frank wrote in the highest spirits of this arrangement
and seemed most fully to appreciate the blessing of having two
months before him of such near neighbourhood to many dear friends-for
the house was taken for May and June. She was told that now
he wrote with the greatest confidence of being often with them
almost as often as he could even wish.

Emma saw how Mr. Weston understood these joyous prospects. He was
considering her as the source of all the happiness they offered.
She hoped it was not so. Two months must bring it to the proof.

Mr. Weston's own happiness was indisputable. He was quite delighted.
It was the very circumstance he could have wished for. Nowit would
be really having Frank in their neighbourhood. What were nine miles
to a young man?--An hour's ride. He would be always coming over.
The difference in that respect of Richmond and London was enough
to make the whole difference of seeing him always and seeing
him never. Sixteen miles--nayeighteen--it must be full eighteen
to Manchester-street--was a serious obstacle. Were he ever able
to get awaythe day would be spent in coming and returning.
There was no comfort in having him in London; he might as well be
at Enscombe; but Richmond was the very distance for easy intercourse.
Better than nearer!

One good thing was immediately brought to a certainty by this removal--
the ball at the Crown. It had not been forgotten beforebut it had
been soon acknowledged vain to attempt to fix a day. Nowhowever
it was absolutely to be; every preparation was resumedand very soon
after the Churchills had removed to Richmonda few lines from Frank
to say that his aunt felt already much better for the change
and that he had no doubt of being able to join them for twenty-four
hours at any given timeinduced them to name as early a day as possible.

Mr. Weston's ball was to be a real thing. A very few to-morrows
stood between the young people of Highbury and happiness.

Mr. Woodhouse was resigned. The time of year lightened the evil
to him. May was better for every thing than February. Mrs. Bates
was engaged to spend the evening at HartfieldJames had due notice
and he sanguinely hoped that neither dear little Henry nor dear
little John would have any thing the matter with themwhile dear
Emma were gone.


No misfortune occurredagain to prevent the ball. The day approached
the day arrived; and after a morning of some anxious watching
Frank Churchillin all the certainty of his own selfreached Randalls
before dinnerand every thing was safe.

No second meeting had there yet been between him and Emma.
The room at the Crown was to witness it;--but it would be better
than a common meeting in a crowd. Mr. Weston had been so very
earnest in his entreaties for her arriving there as soon as possible
after themselvesfor the purpose of taking her opinion as to the
propriety and comfort of the rooms before any other persons came
that she could not refuse himand must therefore spend some quiet
interval in the young man's company. She was to convey Harriet
and they drove to the Crown in good timethe Randalls party just
sufficiently before them.

Frank Churchill seemed to have been on the watch; and though
he did not say muchhis eyes declared that he meant to have
a delightful evening. They all walked about togetherto see
that every thing was as it should be; and within a few minutes
were joined by the contents of another carriagewhich Emma
could not hear the sound of at firstwithout great surprize.

So unreasonably early!she was going to exclaim; but she presently
found that it was a family of old friendswho were cominglike herself
by particular desireto help Mr. Weston's judgment; and they were
so very closely followed by another carriage of cousinswho had been
entreated to come early with the same distinguishing earnestness
on the same errandthat it seemed as if half the company might
soon be collected together for the purpose of preparatory inspection.

Emma perceived that her taste was not the only taste on which
Mr. Weston dependedand feltthat to be the favourite and
intimate of a man who had so many intimates and confidantes
was not the very first distinction in the scale of vanity.
She liked his open mannersbut a little less of open-heartedness
would have made him a higher character.--General benevolence
but not general friendshipmade a man what he ought to be.--
She could fancy such a man. The whole party walked about
and lookedand praised again; and thenhaving nothing else to do
formed a sort of half-circle round the fireto observe in their
various modestill other subjects were startedthatthough May
a fire in the evening was still very pleasant.

Emma found that it was not Mr. Weston's fault that the number
of privy councillors was not yet larger. They had stopped
at Mrs. Bates's door to offer the use of their carriage
but the aunt and niece were to be brought by the Eltons.

Frank was standing by herbut not steadily; there was a restlessness
which shewed a mind not at ease. He was looking abouthe was going
to the doorhe was watching for the sound of other carriages-impatient
to beginor afraid of being always near her.

Mrs. Elton was spoken of. "I think she must be here soon said he.
I have a great curiosity to see Mrs. EltonI have heard so much
of her. It cannot be longI thinkbefore she comes."

A carriage was heard. He was on the move immediately;
but coming backsaid

I am forgetting that I am not acquainted with her. I have never seen
either Mr. or Mrs. Elton. I have no business to put myself forward.

Mr. and Mrs. Elton appeared; and all the smiles and the proprieties passed.

But Miss Bates and Miss Fairfax!said Mr. Westonlooking about.
We thought you were to bring them.

The mistake had been slight. The carriage was sent for them now.
Emma longed to know what Frank's first opinion of Mrs. Elton
might be; how he was affected by the studied elegance of her dress
and her smiles of graciousness. He was immediately qualifying
himself to form an opinionby giving her very proper attention
after the introduction had passed.

In a few minutes the carriage returned.--Somebody talked of rain.-"
I will see that there are umbrellassir said Frank to his father:
Miss Bates must not be forgotten:" and away he went. Mr. Weston
was following; but Mrs. Elton detained himto gratify him by her
opinion of his son; and so briskly did she beginthat the young
man himselfthough by no means moving slowlycould hardly be out
of hearing.

A very fine young man indeed, Mr. Weston. You know I candidly told
you I should form my own opinion; and I am happy to say that I am
extremely pleased with him.--You may believe me. I never compliment.

I think him a very handsome young man, and his manners are precisely
what I like and approve--so truly the gentleman, without the least
conceit or puppyism. You must know I have a vast dislike to puppies-quite
a horror of them. They were never tolerated at Maple Grove.
Neither Mr. Suckling nor me had ever any patience with them; and we
used sometimes to say very cutting things! Selina, who is mild almost
to a fault, bore with them much better.

While she talked of his sonMr. Weston's attention was chained;
but when she got to Maple Grovehe could recollect that there were
ladies just arriving to be attended toand with happy smiles must
hurry away.

Mrs. Elton turned to Mrs. Weston. "I have no doubt of its being
our carriage with Miss Bates and Jane. Our coachman and horses are
so extremely expeditious!--I believe we drive faster than any body.--
What a pleasure it is to send one's carriage for a friend!-I
understand you were so kind as to offerbut another time it
will be quite unnecessary. You may be very sure I shall always
take care of them."

Miss Bates and Miss Fairfaxescorted by the two gentlemen
walked into the room; and Mrs. Elton seemed to think it as much
her duty as Mrs. Weston's to receive them. Her gestures and
movements might be understood by any one who looked on like Emma;
but her wordsevery body's wordswere soon lost under the
incessant flow of Miss Bateswho came in talkingand had not
finished her speech under many minutes after her being admitted
into the circle at the fire. As the door opened she was heard

So very obliging of you!--No rain at all. Nothing to signify.
I do not care for myself. Quite thick shoes. And Jane declares--
Well!--(as soon as she was within the door) Well! This is brilliant
indeed!--This is admirable!--Excellently contrived, upon my word.
Nothing wanting. Could not have imagined it.--So well lighted up!--
Jane, Jane, look!--did you ever see any thing? Oh! Mr. Weston,
you must really have had Aladdin's lamp. Good Mrs. Stokes
would not know her own room again. I saw her as I came in;
she was standing in the entrance. `Oh! Mrs. Stokes,' said I-but
I had not time for more.She was now met by Mrs. Weston.-"
Very wellI thank youma'am. I hope you are quite well.
Very happy to hear it. So afraid you might have a headache!-seeing
you pass by so oftenand knowing how much trouble you must have.
Delighted to hear it indeed. Ah! dear Mrs. Eltonso obliged
to you for the carriage!--excellent time. Jane and I quite ready.
Did not keep the horses a moment. Most comfortable carriage.--
Oh! and I am sure our thanks are due to youMrs. Westonon that score.
Mrs. Elton had most kindly sent Jane a noteor we should have been.--
But two such offers in one day!--Never were such neighbours.
I said to my mother`Upon my wordma'am--.' Thank youmy mother
is remarkably well. Gone to Mr. Woodhouse's. I made her take
her shawl--for the evenings are not warm--her large new shawl--
Mrs. Dixon's wedding-present.--So kind of her to think of my mother!
Bought at Weymouthyou know--Mr. Dixon's choice. There were
three othersJane sayswhich they hesitated about some time.
Colonel Campbell rather preferred an olive. My dear Jane
are you sure you did not wet your feet?--It was but a drop or two
but I am so afraid:--but Mr. Frank Churchill was so extremely-and
there was a mat to step upon--I shall never forget his
extreme politeness.--Oh! Mr. Frank ChurchillI must tell you
my mother's spectacles have never been in fault since; the rivet
never came out again. My mother often talks of your good-nature.
Does not sheJane?--Do not we often talk of Mr. Frank Churchill?-Ah!
here's Miss Woodhouse.--Dear Miss Woodhousehow do you do?-

Very well I thank youquite well. This is meeting quite in fairy-land!--
Such a transformation!--Must not complimentI know (eyeing Emma
most complacently)--that would be rude--but upon my wordMiss Woodhouse
you do look--how do you like Jane's hair?--You are a judge.--
She did it all herself. Quite wonderful how she does her hair!-No
hairdresser from London I think could.--Ah! Dr. Hughes I declare-and
Mrs. Hughes. Must go and speak to Dr. and Mrs. Hughes for
a moment.--How do you do? How do you do?--Very wellI thank you.
This is delightfulis not it?--Where's dear Mr. Richard?--
Oh! there he is. Don't disturb him. Much better employed talking
to the young ladies. How do you doMr. Richard?--I saw you the
other day as you rode through the town--Mrs. OtwayI protest!-and
good Mr. Otwayand Miss Otway and Miss Caroline.--Such a host
of friends!--and Mr. George and Mr. Arthur!--How do you do? How do
you all do?--Quite wellI am much obliged to you. Never better.-Don't
I hear another carriage?--Who can this be?--very likely the
worthy Coles.--Upon my wordthis is charming to be standing about
among such friends! And such a noble fire!--I am quite roasted.
No coffeeI thank youfor me--never take coffee.--A little tea
if you pleasesirby and bye--no hurry--Oh! here it comes.
Every thing so good!"

Frank Churchill returned to his station by Emma; and as soon as Miss
Bates was quietshe found herself necessarily overhearing the
discourse of Mrs. Elton and Miss Fairfaxwho were standing a little
way behind her.--He was thoughtful. Whether he were overhearing too
she could not determine. After a good many compliments to Jane
on her dress and lookcompliments very quietly and properly taken
Mrs. Elton was evidently wanting to be complimented herself-and
it wasHow do you like my gown?--How do you like my trimming?--
How has Wright done my hair?--with many other relative questions
all answered with patient politeness. Mrs. Elton then said
Nobody can think less of dress in general than I do--but upon such
an occasion as this, when every body's eyes are so much upon me,
and in compliment to the Westons--who I have no doubt are giving
this ball chiefly to do me honour--I would not wish to be inferior
to others. And I see very few pearls in the room except mine.-So
Frank Churchill is a capital dancer, I understand.--We shall see
if our styles suit.--A fine young man certainly is Frank Churchill.
I like him very well.

At this moment Frank began talking so vigorouslythat Emma could
not but imagine he had overheard his own praisesand did not want
to hear more;--and the voices of the ladies were drowned for a while
till another suspension brought Mrs. Elton's tones again distinctly
forward.--Mr. Elton had just joined themand his wife was exclaiming

Oh! you have found us out at last, have you, in our seclusion?-I
was this moment telling Jane, I thought you would begin to be
impatient for tidings of us.

Jane!--repeated Frank Churchillwith a look of surprize and displeasure.-"
That is easy--but Miss Fairfax does not disapprove itI suppose."

How do you like Mrs. Elton?said Emma in a whisper.

Not at all.

You are ungrateful.

Ungrateful!--What do you mean?Then changing from a frown to
a smile--"Nodo not tell me--I do not want to know what you mean.--
Where is my father?--When are we to begin dancing?"

Emma could hardly understand him; he seemed in an odd humour.
He walked off to find his fatherbut was quickly back again with both
Mr. and Mrs. Weston. He had met with them in a little perplexity
which must be laid before Emma. It had just occurred to Mrs. Weston
that Mrs. Elton must be asked to begin the ball; that she would
expect it; which interfered with all their wishes of giving Emma
that distinction.--Emma heard the sad truth with fortitude.

And what are we to do for a proper partner for her?said Mr. Weston.
She will think Frank ought to ask her.

Frank turned instantly to Emmato claim her former promise;
and boasted himself an engaged manwhich his father looked his most
perfect approbation of--and it then appeared that Mrs. Weston was
wanting him to dance with Mrs. Elton himselfand that their business
was to help to persuade him into itwhich was done pretty soon.--
Mr. Weston and Mrs. Elton led the wayMr. Frank Churchill and Miss
Woodhouse followed. Emma must submit to stand second to Mrs. Elton
though she had always considered the ball as peculiarly for her.
It was almost enough to make her think of marrying. Mrs. Elton had
undoubtedly the advantageat this timein vanity completely gratified;
for though she had intended to begin with Frank Churchillshe could
not lose by the change. Mr. Weston might be his son's superior.-In
spite of this little rubhoweverEmma was smiling with enjoyment
delighted to see the respectable length of the set as it was forming
and to feel that she had so many hours of unusual festivity before her.--
She was more disturbed by Mr. Knightley's not dancing than by any
thing else.--There he wasamong the standers-bywhere he ought not
to be; he ought to be dancing--not classing himself with the husbands
and fathersand whist-playerswho were pretending to feel an interest
in the dance till their rubbers were made up--so young as he looked!--
He could not have appeared to greater advantage perhaps anywhere
than where he had placed himself. His tallfirmupright figure
among the bulky forms and stooping shoulders of the elderly men
was such as Emma felt must draw every body's eyes; andexcepting her
own partnerthere was not one among the whole row of young men
who could be compared with him.--He moved a few steps nearer
and those few steps were enough to prove in how gentlemanlike
a mannerwith what natural gracehe must have dancedwould he
but take the trouble.--Whenever she caught his eyeshe forced him
to smile; but in general he was looking grave. She wished he could
love a ballroom betterand could like Frank Churchill better.--
He seemed often observing her. She must not flatter herself that he
thought of her dancingbut if he were criticising her behaviour
she did not feel afraid. There was nothing like flirtation between
her and her partner. They seemed more like cheerfuleasy friends
than lovers. That Frank Churchill thought less of her than he had done
was indubitable.

The ball proceeded pleasantly. The anxious caresthe incessant
attentions of Mrs. Westonwere not thrown away. Every body
seemed happy; and the praise of being a delightful ball
which is seldom bestowed till after a ball has ceased to be
was repeatedly given in the very beginning of the existence of this.
Of very importantvery recordable eventsit was not more productive
than such meetings usually are. There was onehoweverwhich Emma
thought something of.--The two last dances before supper were begun
and Harriet had no partner;--the only young lady sitting down;-and
so equal had been hitherto the number of dancersthat how there
could be any one disengaged was the wonder!--But Emma's wonder
lessened soon afterwardson seeing Mr. Elton sauntering about.
He would not ask Harriet to dance if it were possible to be avoided:
she was sure he would not--and she was expecting him every moment to
escape into the card-room.

Escapehoweverwas not his plan. He came to the part of the room
where the sitters-by were collectedspoke to someand walked about
in front of themas if to shew his libertyand his resolution
of maintaining it. He did not omit being sometimes directly
before Miss Smithor speaking to those who were close to her.--
Emma saw it. She was not yet dancing; she was working her way
up from the bottomand had therefore leisure to look around
and by only turning her head a little she saw it all. When she was
half-way up the setthe whole group were exactly behind herand she
would no longer allow her eyes to watch; but Mr. Elton was so near
that she heard every syllable of a dialogue which just then took
place between him and Mrs. Weston; and she perceived that his wife
who was standing immediately above herwas not only listening also
but even encouraging him by significant glances.--The kind-hearted
gentle Mrs. Weston had left her seat to join him and sayDo not
you dance, Mr. Elton?to which his prompt reply wasMost readily,
Mrs. Weston, if you will dance with me.

Me!--oh! no--I would get you a better partner than myself.
I am no dancer.

If Mrs. Gilbert wishes to dance,said heI shall have great pleasure,
I am sure--for, though beginning to feel myself rather an old married man,
and that my dancing days are over, it would give me very great
pleasure at any time to stand up with an old friend like Mrs. Gilbert.

Mrs. Gilbert does not mean to dance, but there is a young lady
disengaged whom I should be very glad to see dancing--Miss Smith.
Miss Smith!--oh!--I had not observed.--You are extremely obliging--
and if I were not an old married man.--But my dancing days are over,
Mrs. Weston. You will excuse me. Any thing else I should be most happy
to do, at your command--but my dancing days are over.

Mrs. Weston said no more; and Emma could imagine with what
surprize and mortification she must be returning to her seat.
This was Mr. Elton! the amiableobliginggentle Mr. Elton.--
She looked round for a moment; he had joined Mr. Knightley at a
little distanceand was arranging himself for settled conversation
while smiles of high glee passed between him and his wife.

She would not look again. Her heart was in a glowand she feared
her face might be as hot.

In another moment a happier sight caught her;--Mr. Knightley
leading Harriet to the set!--Never had she been more surprized
seldom more delightedthan at that instant. She was all pleasure
and gratitudeboth for Harriet and herselfand longed to be
thanking him; and though too distant for speechher countenance
said muchas soon as she could catch his eye again.

His dancing proved to be just what she had believed it
extremely good; and Harriet would have seemed almost too lucky
if it had not been for the cruel state of things beforeand for
the very complete enjoyment and very high sense of the distinction
which her happy features announced. It was not thrown away on her
she bounded higher than everflew farther down the middle
and was in a continual course of smiles.

Mr. Elton had retreated into the card-roomlooking (Emma trusted)
very foolish. She did not think he was quite so hardened as his wife
though growing very like her;--she spoke some of her feelings
by observing audibly to her partner

Knightley has taken pity on poor little Miss Smith!--Very goodnatured,
I declare.

Supper was announced. The move began; and Miss Bates might be
heard from that momentwithout interruptiontill her being
seated at table and taking up her spoon.

Jane, Jane, my dear Jane, where are you?--Here is your tippet.
Mrs. Weston begs you to put on your tippet. She says she is afraid
there will be draughts in the passage, though every thing has
been done--One door nailed up--Quantities of matting--My dear Jane,
indeed you must. Mr. Churchill, oh! you are too obliging!
How well you put it on!--so gratified! Excellent dancing indeed!--
Yes, my dear, I ran home, as I said I should, to help grandmama
to bed, and got back again, and nobody missed me.--I set off without
saying a word, just as I told you. Grandmama was quite well,
had a charming evening with Mr. Woodhouse, a vast deal of chat,
and backgammon.--Tea was made downstairs, biscuits and baked apples
and wine before she came away: amazing luck in some of her throws:
and she inquired a great deal about you, how you were amused,
and who were your partners. `Oh!' said I, `I shall not forestall Jane;
I left her dancing with Mr. George Otway; she will love to tell you
all about it herself to-morrow: her first partner was Mr. Elton,
I do not know who will ask her next, perhaps Mr. William Cox.'
My dear sir, you are too obliging.--Is there nobody you would
not rather?--I am not helpless. Sir, you are most kind. Upon my word,
Jane on one arm, and me on the other!--Stop, stop, let us stand
a little back, Mrs. Elton is going; dear Mrs. Elton, how elegant
she looks!--Beautiful lace!--Now we all follow in her train.
Quite the queen of the evening!--Well, here we are at the passage.
Two steps, Jane, take care of the two steps. Oh! no, there is
but one. Well, I was persuaded there were two. How very odd!
I was convinced there were two, and there is but one. I never saw any
thing equal to the comfort and style--Candles everywhere.--I was telling
you of your grandmama, Jane,--There was a little disappointment.--
The baked apples and biscuits, excellent in their way, you know;
but there was a delicate fricassee of sweetbread and some asparagus
brought in at first, and good Mr. Woodhouse, not thinking the
asparagus quite boiled enough, sent it all out again. Now there
is nothing grandmama loves better than sweetbread and asparagus-so
she was rather disappointed, but we agreed we would not speak of it
to any body, for fear of its getting round to dear Miss Woodhouse,
who would be so very much concerned!--Well, this is brilliant!
I am all amazement! could not have supposed any thing!--Such
elegance and profusion!--I have seen nothing like it since--
Well, where shall we sit? where shall we sit? Anywhere, so that
Jane is not in a draught. Where I sit is of no consequence.
Oh! do you recommend this side?--Well, I am sure, Mr. Churchill-only
it seems too good--but just as you please. What you direct
in this house cannot be wrong. Dear Jane, how shall we ever
recollect half the dishes for grandmama? Soup too! Bless me!
I should not be helped so soon, but it smells most excellent, and I
cannot help beginning.

Emma had no opportunity of speaking to Mr. Knightley till
after supper; butwhen they were all in the ballroom again
her eyes invited him irresistibly to come to her and be thanked.
He was warm in his reprobation of Mr. Elton's conduct; it had been
unpardonable rudeness; and Mrs. Elton's looks also received the due
share of censure.

They aimed at wounding more than Harriet,said he. "Emmawhy
is it that they are your enemies?"

He looked with smiling penetration; andon receiving
no answeraddedShe ought not to be angry with you, I suspect,
whatever he may be.--To that surmise, you say nothing, of course;
but confess, Emma, that you did want him to marry Harriet.

I did,replied Emmaand they cannot forgive me.

He shook his head; but there was a smile of indulgence with it
and he only said

I shall not scold you. I leave you to your own reflections.

Can you trust me with such flatterers?--Does my vain spirit ever
tell me I am wrong?

Not your vain spirit, but your serious spirit.--If one leads
you wrong, I am sure the other tells you of it.

I do own myself to have been completely mistaken in Mr. Elton.
There is a littleness about him which you discovered, and which I
did not: and I was fully convinced of his being in love with Harriet.
It was through a series of strange blunders!

And, in return for your acknowledging so much, I will do you the justice
to say, that you would have chosen for him better than he has chosen for
himself.--Harriet Smith has some first-rate qualities, which Mrs. Elton
is totally without. An unpretending, single-minded, artless girl--
infinitely to be preferred by any man of sense and taste to such
a woman as Mrs. Elton. I found Harriet more conversable than I expected.

Emma was extremely gratified.--They were interrupted by the bustle
of Mr. Weston calling on every body to begin dancing again.

Come Miss Woodhouse, Miss Otway, Miss Fairfax, what are you all doing?--
Come Emma, set your companions the example. Every body is lazy!
Every body is asleep!

I am ready,said Emmawhenever I am wanted.

Whom are you going to dance with?asked Mr. Knightley.

She hesitated a momentand then repliedWith you, if you will
ask me.

Will you?said heoffering his hand.

Indeed I will. You have shewn that you can dance, and you know we
are not really so much brother and sister as to make it at all improper.

Brother and sister! no, indeed.


This little explanation with Mr. Knightley gave Emma considerable
pleasure. It was one of the agreeable recollections of the ball
which she walked about the lawn the next morning to enjoy.--She was
extremely glad that they had come to so good an understanding respecting
the Eltonsand that their opinions of both husband and wife were so
much alike; and his praise of Harriethis concession in her favour
was peculiarly gratifying. The impertinence of the Eltonswhich for
a few minutes had threatened to ruin the rest of her eveninghad been

the occasion of some of its highest satisfactions; and she looked
forward to another happy result--the cure of Harriet's infatuation.--
From Harriet's manner of speaking of the circumstance before they
quitted the ballroomshe had strong hopes. It seemed as if her eyes
were suddenly openedand she were enabled to see that Mr. Elton
was not the superior creature she had believed him. The fever
was overand Emma could harbour little fear of the pulse being
quickened again by injurious courtesy. She depended on the evil
feelings of the Eltons for supplying all the discipline of pointed
neglect that could be farther requisite.--Harriet rational
Frank Churchill not too much in loveand Mr. Knightley not
wanting to quarrel with herhow very happy a summer must be before her!

She was not to see Frank Churchill this morning. He had told
her that he could not allow himself the pleasure of stopping
at Hartfieldas he was to be at home by the middle of the day.
She did not regret it.

Having arranged all these matterslooked them throughand put them all
to rightsshe was just turning to the house with spirits freshened up
for the demands of the two little boysas well as of their grandpapa
when the great iron sweep-gate openedand two persons entered
whom she had never less expected to see together--Frank Churchill
with Harriet leaning on his arm--actually Harriet!--A moment
sufficed to convince her that something extraordinary had happened.
Harriet looked white and frightenedand he was trying to cheer her.--
The iron gates and the front-door were not twenty yards asunder;--
they were all three soon in the halland Harriet immediately sinking
into a chair fainted away.

A young lady who faintsmust be recovered; questions must be answered
and surprizes be explained. Such events are very interesting
but the suspense of them cannot last long. A few minutes made Emma
acquainted with the whole.

Miss Smithand Miss Bickertonanother parlour boarder at
Mrs. Goddard'swho had been also at the ballhad walked out together
and taken a roadthe Richmond roadwhichthough apparently public
enough for safetyhad led them into alarm.--About half a mile
beyond Highburymaking a sudden turnand deeply shaded by elms
on each sideit became for a considerable stretch very retired;
and when the young ladies had advanced some way into it
they had suddenly perceived at a small distance before them
on a broader patch of greensward by the sidea party of gipsies.
A child on the watchcame towards them to beg; and Miss Bickerton
excessively frightenedgave a great screamand calling on Harriet
to follow herran up a steep bankcleared a slight hedge at the top
and made the best of her way by a short cut back to Highbury.
But poor Harriet could not follow. She had suffered very much
from cramp after dancingand her first attempt to mount the bank
brought on such a return of it as made her absolutely powerless--
and in this stateand exceedingly terrifiedshe had been obliged
to remain.

How the trampers might have behavedhad the young ladies been
more courageousmust be doubtful; but such an invitation for attack
could not be resisted; and Harriet was soon assailed by half a
dozen childrenheaded by a stout woman and a great boyall clamorous
and impertinent in lookthough not absolutely in word.--More and
more frightenedshe immediately promised them moneyand taking out
her pursegave them a shillingand begged them not to want more
or to use her ill.--She was then able to walkthough but slowly
and was moving away--but her terror and her purse were too tempting
and she was followedor rather surroundedby the whole gang

demanding more.

In this state Frank Churchill had found hershe trembling
and conditioningthey loud and insolent. By a most fortunate
chance his leaving Highbury had been delayed so as to bring him
to her assistance at this critical moment. The pleasantness
of the morning had induced him to walk forwardand leave his
horses to meet him by another roada mile or two beyond Highbury-and
happening to have borrowed a pair of scissors the night before
of Miss Batesand to have forgotten to restore themhe had
been obliged to stop at her doorand go in for a few minutes:
he was therefore later than he had intended; and being on foot
was unseen by the whole party till almost close to them.
The terror which the woman and boy had been creating in Harriet
was then their own portion. He had left them completely frightened;
and Harriet eagerly clinging to himand hardly able to speak
had just strength enough to reach Hartfieldbefore her spirits
were quite overcome. It was his idea to bring her to Hartfield:
he had thought of no other place.

This was the amount of the whole story--of his communication and
of Harriet's as soon as she had recovered her senses and speech.--
He dared not stay longer than to see her well; these several delays
left him not another minute to lose; and Emma engaging to give
assurance of her safety to Mrs. Goddardand notice of there
being such a set of people in the neighbourhood to Mr. Knightley
he set offwith all the grateful blessings that she could utter
for her friend and herself.

Such an adventure as this--a fine young man and a lovely young
woman thrown together in such a waycould hardly fail of suggesting
certain ideas to the coldest heart and the steadiest brain.
So Emma thoughtat least. Could a linguistcould a grammarian
could even a mathematician have seen what she didhave witnessed their
appearance togetherand heard their history of itwithout feeling
that circumstances had been at work to make them peculiarly interesting
to each other?--How much more must an imaginistlike herself
be on fire with speculation and foresight!--especially with such
a groundwork of anticipation as her mind had already made.

It was a very extraordinary thing! Nothing of the sort had ever
occurred before to any young ladies in the placewithin her memory;
no rencontreno alarm of the kind;--and now it had happened
to the very personand at the very hourwhen the other very
person was chancing to pass by to rescue her!--It certainly
was very extraordinary!--And knowingas she didthe favourable
state of mind of each at this periodit struck her the more.
He was wishing to get the better of his attachment to herself
she just recovering from her mania for Mr. Elton. It seemed as if
every thing united to promise the most interesting consequences.
It was not possible that the occurrence should not be strongly
recommending each to the other.

In the few minutes' conversation which she had yet had with him
while Harriet had been partially insensiblehe had spoken of her terror
her naiveteher fervour as she seized and clung to his armwith a
sensibility amused and delighted; and just at lastafter Harriet's
own account had been givenhe had expressed his indignation
at the abominable folly of Miss Bickerton in the warmest terms.
Every thing was to take its natural coursehoweverneither impelled
nor assisted. She would not stir a stepnor drop a hint.
Noshe had had enough of interference. There could be no harm
in a schemea mere passive scheme. It was no more than a wish.
Beyond it she would on no account proceed.

Emma's first resolution was to keep her father from the knowledge
of what had passed--aware of the anxiety and alarm it would occasion:
but she soon felt that concealment must be impossible. Within half
an hour it was known all over Highbury. It was the very event
to engage those who talk mostthe young and the low; and all
the youth and servants in the place were soon in the happiness of
frightful news. The last night's ball seemed lost in the gipsies.
Poor Mr. Woodhouse trembled as he satandas Emma had foreseen
would scarcely be satisfied without their promising never to go
beyond the shrubbery again. It was some comfort to him that many
inquiries after himself and Miss Woodhouse (for his neighbours
knew that he loved to be inquired after)as well as Miss Smith
were coming in during the rest of the day; and he had the pleasure
of returning for answerthat they were all very indifferent--
whichthough not exactly truefor she was perfectly well
and Harriet not much otherwiseEmma would not interfere with.
She had an unhappy state of health in general for the child of such
a manfor she hardly knew what indisposition was; and if he did not
invent illnesses for hershe could make no figure in a message.

The gipsies did not wait for the operations of justice; they took
themselves off in a hurry. The young ladies of Highbury might have
walked again in safety before their panic beganand the whole
history dwindled soon into a matter of little importance but to Emma
and her nephews:--in her imagination it maintained its ground
and Henry and John were still asking every day for the story of
Harriet and the gipsiesand still tenaciously setting her right
if she varied in the slightest particular from the original recital.


A very few days had passed after this adventurewhen Harriet came
one morning to Emma with a small parcel in her handand after
sitting down and hesitatingthus began:

Miss Woodhouse--if you are at leisure--I have something that I
should like to tell you--a sort of confession to make--and then,
you know, it will be over.

Emma was a good deal surprized; but begged her to speak.
There was a seriousness in Harriet's manner which prepared her
quite as much as her wordsfor something more than ordinary.

It is my duty, and I am sure it is my wish,she continued
to have no reserves with you on this subject. As I am happily
quite an altered creature in one respect, it is very fit that you
should have the satisfaction of knowing it. I do not want to say
more than is necessary--I am too much ashamed of having given way
as I have done, and I dare say you understand me.

Yes,said EmmaI hope I do.

How I could so long a time be fancying myself! . . .
cried Harrietwarmly. "It seems like madness! I can see nothing
at all extraordinary in him now.--I do not care whether I meet
him or not--except that of the two I had rather not see him--
and indeed I would go any distance round to avoid him--but I do
not envy his wife in the least; I neither admire her nor envy her
as I have done: she is very charmingI dare sayand all that
but I think her very ill-tempered and disagreeable--I shall never forget

her look the other night!--HoweverI assure youMiss Woodhouse
I wish her no evil.--Nolet them be ever so happy together
it will not give me another moment's pang: and to convince you
that I have been speaking truthI am now going to destroy--what I
ought to have destroyed long ago--what I ought never to have kept--
I know that very well (blushing as she spoke).--Howevernow I
will destroy it all--and it is my particular wish to do it
in your presencethat you may see how rational I am grown.
Cannot you guess what this parcel holds?" said shewith a conscious look.

Not the least in the world.--Did he ever give you any thing?

No--I cannot call them gifts; but they are things that I have
valued very much.

She held the parcel towards herand Emma read the words Most
precious treasures on the top. Her curiosity was greatly excited.
Harriet unfolded the parceland she looked on with impatience.
Within abundance of silver paper was a pretty little Tunbridge-ware box
which Harriet opened: it was well lined with the softest cotton;
butexcepting the cottonEmma saw only a small piece of court-plaister.

Now,said Harrietyou must recollect.

No, indeed I do not.

Dear me! I should not have thought it possible you could forget
what passed in this very room about court-plaister, one of the very
last times we ever met in it!--It was but a very few days before I
had my sore throat--just before Mr. and Mrs. John Knightley came--
I think the very evening.--Do not you remember his cutting his finger
with your new penknife, and your recommending court-plaister?--
But, as you had none about you, and knew I had, you desired
me to supply him; and so I took mine out and cut him a piece;
but it was a great deal too large, and he cut it smaller, and kept
playing some time with what was left, before he gave it back to me.
And so then, in my nonsense, I could not help making a treasure of it--
so I put it by never to be used, and looked at it now and then
as a great treat.

My dearest Harriet!cried Emmaputting her hand before her face
and jumping upyou make me more ashamed of myself than I can bear.
Remember it? Aye, I remember it all now; all, except your saving
this relic--I knew nothing of that till this moment--but the cutting
the finger, and my recommending court-plaister, and saying I had none
about me!--Oh! my sins, my sins!--And I had plenty all the while in
my pocket!--One of my senseless tricks!--I deserve to be under a
continual blush all the rest of my life.--Well--(sitting down again)--
go on--what else?

And had you really some at hand yourself? I am sure I never
suspected it, you did it so naturally.

And so you actually put this piece of court-plaister by for his sake!
said Emmarecovering from her state of shame and feeling divided
between wonder and amusement. And secretly she added to herself
Lord bless me! when should I ever have thought of putting by in cotton
a piece of court-plaister that Frank Churchill had been pulling about!
I never was equal to this.

Here,resumed Harrietturning to her box againhere is
something still more valuable, I mean that has been more valuable,
because this is what did really once belong to him, which the
court-plaister never did.

Emma was quite eager to see this superior treasure. It was the end
of an old pencil--the part without any lead.

This was really his,said Harriet.--"Do not you remember
one morning?--noI dare say you do not. But one morning--I forget
exactly the day--but perhaps it was the Tuesday or Wednesday before
that eveninghe wanted to make a memorandum in his pocket-book;
it was about spruce-beer. Mr. Knightley had been telling him
something about brewing spruce-beerand he wanted to put it down;
but when he took out his pencilthere was so little lead that he
soon cut it all awayand it would not doso you lent him another
and this was left upon the table as good for nothing. But I kept
my eye on it; andas soon as I daredcaught it upand never
parted with it again from that moment."

I do remember it,cried Emma; "I perfectly remember it.--
Talking about spruce-beer.--Oh! yes--Mr. Knightley and I both saying we
liked itand Mr. Elton's seeming resolved to learn to like it too.
I perfectly remember it.--Stop; Mr. Knightley was standing just here
was not he? I have an idea he was standing just here."

Ah! I do not know. I cannot recollect.--It is very odd,
but I cannot recollect.--Mr. Elton was sitting here, I remember,
much about where I am now.--

Well, go on.

Oh! that's all. I have nothing more to shew you, or to say--
except that I am now going to throw them both behind the fire,
and I wish you to see me do it.

My poor dear Harriet! and have you actually found happiness
in treasuring up these things?

Yes, simpleton as I was!--but I am quite ashamed of it now, and wish
I could forget as easily as I can burn them. It was very wrong
of me, you know, to keep any remembrances, after he was married.
I knew it was--but had not resolution enough to part with them.

But, Harriet, is it necessary to burn the court-plaister?--I have
not a word to say for the bit of old pencil, but the court-plaister
might be useful.

I shall be happier to burn it,replied Harriet. "It has
a disagreeable look to me. I must get rid of every thing.--
There it goesand there is an endthank Heaven! of Mr. Elton."

And when,thought Emmawill there be a beginning of Mr. Churchill?

She had soon afterwards reason to believe that the beginning was
already madeand could not but hope that the gipsythough she had
told no fortunemight be proved to have made Harriet's.--About a
fortnight after the alarmthey came to a sufficient explanation
and quite undesignedly. Emma was not thinking of it at the moment
which made the information she received more valuable.
She merely saidin the course of some trivial chatWell, Harriet,
whenever you marry I would advise you to do so and so--and thought
no more of ittill after a minute's silence she heard Harriet
say in a very serious toneI shall never marry.

Emma then looked upand immediately saw how it was; and after a
moment's debateas to whether it should pass unnoticed or notreplied

Never marry!--This is a new resolution.

It is one that I shall never change, however.

After another short hesitationI hope it does not proceed from-I
hope it is not in compliment to Mr. Elton?

Mr. Elton indeed!cried Harriet indignantly.--"Oh! no"--and Emma
could just catch the wordsso superior to Mr. Elton!

She then took a longer time for consideration. Should she proceed
no farther?--should she let it passand seem to suspect nothing?--
Perhaps Harriet might think her cold or angry if she did;
or perhaps if she were totally silentit might only drive
Harriet into asking her to hear too much; and against any thing
like such an unreserve as had beensuch an open and frequent
discussion of hopes and chancesshe was perfectly resolved.--
She believed it would be wiser for her to say and know at once
all that she meant to say and know. Plain dealing was always best.
She had previously determined how far she would proceed
on any application of the sort; and it would be safer for both
to have the judicious law of her own brain laid down with speed.--
She was decidedand thus spoke-

Harriet, I will not affect to be in doubt of your meaning.
Your resolution, or rather your expectation of never marrying,
results from an idea that the person whom you might prefer,
would be too greatly your superior in situation to think of you.
Is not it so?

Oh! Miss Woodhouse, believe me I have not the presumption to suppose--
Indeed I am not so mad.--But it is a pleasure to me to admire him
at a distance--and to think of his infinite superiority to all
the rest of the world, with the gratitude, wonder, and veneration,
which are so proper, in me especially.

I am not at all surprized at you, Harriet. The service he rendered
you was enough to warm your heart.

Service! oh! it was such an inexpressible obligation!--
The very recollection of it, and all that I felt at the time-when
I saw him coming--his noble look--and my wretchedness before.
Such a change! In one moment such a change! From perfect misery
to perfect happiness!

It is very natural. It is natural, and it is honourable.--
Yes, honourable, I think, to chuse so well and so gratefully.--
But that it will be a fortunate preference is more that I can promise.
I do not advise you to give way to it, Harriet. I do not by any
means engage for its being returned. Consider what you are about.
Perhaps it will be wisest in you to check your feelings while you can:
at any rate do not let them carry you far, unless you are persuaded
of his liking you. Be observant of him. Let his behaviour be the
guide of your sensations. I give you this caution now, because I
shall never speak to you again on the subject. I am determined
against all interference. Henceforward I know nothing of the matter.
Let no name ever pass our lips. We were very wrong before;
we will be cautious now.--He is your superior, no doubt, and there
do seem objections and obstacles of a very serious nature;
but yet, Harriet, more wonderful things have taken place, there have
been matches of greater disparity. But take care of yourself.
I would not have you too sanguine; though, however it may end,
be assured your raising your thoughts to him, is a mark of good taste
which I shall always know how to value.

Harriet kissed her hand in silent and submissive gratitude.
Emma was very decided in thinking such an attachment no bad thing
for her friend. Its tendency would be to raise and refine her mind--
and it must be saving her from the danger of degradation.


In this state of schemesand hopesand connivanceJune opened
upon Hartfield. To Highbury in general it brought no material change.
The Eltons were still talking of a visit from the Sucklings
and of the use to be made of their barouche-landau; and Jane Fairfax
was still at her grandmother's; and as the return of the Campbells
from Ireland was again delayedand Augustinstead of Midsummer
fixed for itshe was likely to remain there full two months longer
provided at least she were able to defeat Mrs. Elton's activity
in her serviceand save herself from being hurried into a delightful
situation against her will.

Mr. Knightleywhofor some reason best known to himselfhad certainly
taken an early dislike to Frank Churchillwas only growing to dislike
him more. He began to suspect him of some double dealing in his
pursuit of Emma. That Emma was his object appeared indisputable.
Every thing declared it; his own attentionshis father's hints
his mother-in-law's guarded silence; it was all in unison;
wordsconductdiscretionand indiscretiontold the same story.
But while so many were devoting him to Emmaand Emma herself making him
over to HarrietMr. Knightley began to suspect him of some inclination
to trifle with Jane Fairfax. He could not understand it; but there
were symptoms of intelligence between them--he thought so at least--
symptoms of admiration on his sidewhichhaving once observed
he could not persuade himself to think entirely void of meaning
however he might wish to escape any of Emma's errors of imagination.
She was not present when the suspicion first arose. He was dining
with the Randalls familyand Janeat the Eltons'; and he had
seen a lookmore than a single lookat Miss Fairfaxwhich
from the admirer of Miss Woodhouseseemed somewhat out of place.
When he was again in their companyhe could not help remembering
what he had seen; nor could he avoid observations whichunless it
were like Cowper and his fire at twilight

Myself creating what I saw,

brought him yet stronger suspicion of there being a something
of private likingof private understanding evenbetween Frank
Churchill and Jane.

He had walked up one day after dinneras he very often did
to spend his evening at Hartfield. Emma and Harriet were going
to walk; he joined them; andon returningthey fell in with a
larger partywholike themselvesjudged it wisest to take their
exercise earlyas the weather threatened rain; Mr. and Mrs. Weston
and their sonMiss Bates and her niecewho had accidentally met.
They all united; andon reaching Hartfield gatesEmmawho knew it
was exactly the sort of visiting that would be welcome to her father
pressed them all to go in and drink tea with him. The Randalls
party agreed to it immediately; and after a pretty long speech
from Miss Bateswhich few persons listened toshe also found it
possible to accept dear Miss Woodhouse's most obliging invitation.

As they were turning into the groundsMr. Perry passed by on horseback.

The gentlemen spoke of his horse.

By the bye,said Frank Churchill to Mrs. Weston presently
what became of Mr. Perry's plan of setting up his carriage?

Mrs. Weston looked surprizedand saidI did not know that he
ever had any such plan.

Nay, I had it from you. You wrote me word of it three months ago.

Me! impossible!

Indeed you did. I remember it perfectly. You mentioned it as
what was certainly to be very soon. Mrs. Perry had told somebody,
and was extremely happy about it. It was owing to her persuasion,
as she thought his being out in bad weather did him a great deal
of harm. You must remember it now?

Upon my word I never heard of it till this moment.

Never! really, never!--Bless me! how could it be?--Then I must
have dreamt it--but I was completely persuaded--Miss Smith,
you walk as if you were tired. You will not be sorry to find
yourself at home.

What is this?--What is this?cried Mr. Westonabout Perry
and a carriage? Is Perry going to set up his carriage, Frank?
I am glad he can afford it. You had it from himself, had you?

No, sir,replied his sonlaughingI seem to have had it
from nobody.--Very odd!--I really was persuaded of Mrs. Weston's
having mentioned it in one of her letters to Enscombe, many weeks ago,
with all these particulars--but as she declares she never heard
a syllable of it before, of course it must have been a dream. I am
a great dreamer. I dream of every body at Highbury when I am away-and
when I have gone through my particular friends, then I begin
dreaming of Mr. and Mrs. Perry.

It is odd though,observed his fatherthat you should have had such
a regular connected dream about people whom it was not very likely you
should be thinking of at Enscombe. Perry's setting up his carriage!
and his wife's persuading him to it, out of care for his health-just
what will happen, I have no doubt, some time or other;
only a little premature. What an air of probability sometimes
runs through a dream! And at others, what a heap of absurdities
it is! Well, Frank, your dream certainly shews that Highbury is in
your thoughts when you are absent. Emma, you are a great dreamer,
I think?

Emma was out of hearing. She had hurried on before her guests
to prepare her father for their appearanceand was beyond the reach
of Mr. Weston's hint.

Why, to own the truth,cried Miss Bateswho had been trying in vain
to be heard the last two minutesif I must speak on this subject,
there is no denying that Mr. Frank Churchill might have--I do not
mean to say that he did not dream it--I am sure I have sometimes
the oddest dreams in the world--but if I am questioned about it,
I must acknowledge that there was such an idea last spring;
for Mrs. Perry herself mentioned it to my mother, and the Coles
knew of it as well as ourselves--but it was quite a secret,
known to nobody else, and only thought of about three days.
Mrs. Perry was very anxious that he should have a carriage, and came
to my mother in great spirits one morning because she thought she

had prevailed. Jane, don't you remember grandmama's telling us
of it when we got home? I forget where we had been walking to-very
likely to Randalls; yes, I think it was to Randalls.
Mrs. Perry was always particularly fond of my mother--indeed I do
not know who is not--and she had mentioned it to her in confidence;
she had no objection to her telling us, of course, but it was not
to go beyond: and, from that day to this, I never mentioned it
to a soul that I know of. At the same time, I will not positively
answer for my having never dropt a hint, because I know I do
sometimes pop out a thing before I am aware. I am a talker,
you know; I am rather a talker; and now and then I have let a thing
escape me which I should not. I am not like Jane; I wish I were.
I will answer for it she never betrayed the least thing in the world.
Where is she?--Oh! just behind. Perfectly remember Mrs. Perry's coming.--
Extraordinary dream, indeed!

They were entering the hall. Mr. Knightley's eyes had preceded
Miss Bates's in a glance at Jane. From Frank Churchill's face
where he thought he saw confusion suppressed or laughed away
he had involuntarily turned to hers; but she was indeed behind
and too busy with her shawl. Mr. Weston had walked in. The two
other gentlemen waited at the door to let her pass. Mr. Knightley
suspected in Frank Churchill the determination of catching her eye-he
seemed watching her intently--in vainhoweverif it were so--
Jane passed between them into the halland looked at neither.

There was no time for farther remark or explanation. The dream must
be borne withand Mr. Knightley must take his seat with the rest round
the large modern circular table which Emma had introduced at Hartfield
and which none but Emma could have had power to place there and
persuade her father to useinstead of the small-sized Pembroke
on which two of his daily meals hadfor forty years been crowded.
Tea passed pleasantlyand nobody seemed in a hurry to move.

Miss Woodhouse,said Frank Churchillafter examining a table
behind himwhich he could reach as he sathave your nephews taken
away their alphabets--their box of letters? It used to stand here.
Where is it? This is a sort of dull-looking evening, that ought
to be treated rather as winter than summer. We had great amusement
with those letters one morning. I want to puzzle you again.

Emma was pleased with the thought; and producing the boxthe table
was quickly scattered over with alphabetswhich no one seemed so much
disposed to employ as their two selves. They were rapidly forming
words for each otheror for any body else who would be puzzled.
The quietness of the game made it particularly eligible for
Mr. Woodhousewho had often been distressed by the more animated sort
which Mr. Weston had occasionally introducedand who now sat happily
occupied in lamentingwith tender melancholyover the departure
of the "poor little boys or in fondly pointing out, as he took
up any stray letter near him, how beautifully Emma had written it.

Frank Churchill placed a word before Miss Fairfax. She gave
a slight glance round the table, and applied herself to it.
Frank was next to Emma, Jane opposite to them--and Mr. Knightley
so placed as to see them all; and it was his object to see as much
as he could, with as little apparent observation. The word
was discovered, and with a faint smile pushed away. If meant
to be immediately mixed with the others, and buried from sight,
she should have looked on the table instead of looking just across,
for it was not mixed; and Harriet, eager after every fresh word,
and finding out none, directly took it up, and fell to work.
She was sitting by Mr. Knightley, and turned to him for help.
The word was blunder; and as Harriet exultingly proclaimed it,

there was a blush on Jane's cheek which gave it a meaning not
otherwise ostensible. Mr. Knightley connected it with the dream;
but how it could all be, was beyond his comprehension.
How the delicacy, the discretion of his favourite could have been
so lain asleep! He feared there must be some decided involvement.
Disingenuousness and double dealing seemed to meet him at every turn.
These letters were but the vehicle for gallantry and trick.
It was a child's play, chosen to conceal a deeper game on Frank
Churchill's part.

With great indignation did he continue to observe him; with great
alarm and distrust, to observe also his two blinded companions.
He saw a short word prepared for Emma, and given to her with a look
sly and demure. He saw that Emma had soon made it out, and found
it highly entertaining, though it was something which she judged it
proper to appear to censure; for she said, Nonsense! for shame!"
He heard Frank Churchill next saywith a glance towards Jane
I will give it to her--shall I?--and as clearly heard Emma
opposing it with eager laughing warmth. "Nonoyou must not;
you shall notindeed."

It was done however. This gallant young manwho seemed to love
without feelingand to recommend himself without complaisance
directly handed over the word to Miss Fairfaxand with a particular
degree of sedate civility entreated her to study it. Mr. Knightley's
excessive curiosity to know what this word might bemade him seize
every possible moment for darting his eye towards itand it was
not long before he saw it to be Dixon. Jane Fairfax's perception
seemed to accompany his; her comprehension was certainly more equal
to the covert meaningthe superior intelligenceof those five letters
so arranged. She was evidently displeased; looked upand seeing
herself watchedblushed more deeply than he had ever perceived her
and saying onlyI did not know that proper names were allowed,
pushed away the letters with even an angry spiritand looked
resolved to be engaged by no other word that could be offered.
Her face was averted from those who had made the attackand turned
towards her aunt.

Aye, very true, my dear,cried the latterthough Jane had not
spoken a word--"I was just going to say the same thing. It is time
for us to be going indeed. The evening is closing inand grandmama
will be looking for us. My dear siryou are too obliging.
We really must wish you good night."

Jane's alertness in movingproved her as ready as her aunt
had preconceived. She was immediately upand wanting to quit
the table; but so many were also movingthat she could not get away;
and Mr. Knightley thought he saw another collection of letters anxiously
pushed towards herand resolutely swept away by her unexamined.
She was afterwards looking for her shawl--Frank Churchill was
looking also--it was growing duskand the room was in confusion;
and how they partedMr. Knightley could not tell.

He remained at Hartfield after all the resthis thoughts full
of what he had seen; so fullthat when the candles came to assist
his observationshe must--yeshe certainly mustas a friend--
an anxious friend--give Emma some hintask her some question.
He could not see her in a situation of such dangerwithout trying to
preserve her. It was his duty.

Pray, Emma,said hemay I ask in what lay the great amusement,
the poignant sting of the last word given to you and Miss Fairfax?
I saw the word, and am curious to know how it could be so very
entertaining to the one, and so very distressing to the other.

Emma was extremely confused. She could not endure to give him the
true explanation; for though her suspicions were by no means removed
she was really ashamed of having ever imparted them.

Oh!she cried in evident embarrassmentit all meant nothing;
a mere joke among ourselves.

The joke,he replied gravelyseemed confined to you
and Mr. Churchill.

He had hoped she would speak againbut she did not. She would
rather busy herself about any thing than speak. He sat a little
while in doubt. A variety of evils crossed his mind. Interference-fruitless
interference. Emma's confusionand the acknowledged intimacy
seemed to declare her affection engaged. Yet he would speak.
He owed it to herto risk any thing that might be involved in
an unwelcome interferencerather than her welfare; to encounter
any thingrather than the remembrance of neglect in such a cause.

My dear Emma,said he at lastwith earnest kindnessdo you
think you perfectly understand the degree of acquaintance between
the gentleman and lady we have been speaking of?

Between Mr. Frank Churchill and Miss Fairfax? Oh! yes, perfectly.--
Why do you make a doubt of it?

Have you never at any time had reason to think that he admired her,
or that she admired him?

Never, never!she cried with a most open eagerness--"Neverfor
the twentieth part of a momentdid such an idea occur to me.
And how could it possibly come into your head?"

I have lately imagined that I saw symptoms of attachment between them-certain
expressive looks, which I did not believe meant to be public.

Oh! you amuse me excessively. I am delighted to find that you
can vouchsafe to let your imagination wander--but it will not do-very
sorry to check you in your first essay--but indeed it will
not do. There is no admiration between them, I do assure you;
and the appearances which have caught you, have arisen from some
peculiar circumstances--feelings rather of a totally different nature-it
is impossible exactly to explain:--there is a good deal of
nonsense in it--but the part which is capable of being communicated,
which is sense, is, that they are as far from any attachment or
admiration for one another, as any two beings in the world can be.
That is, I presume it to be so on her side, and I can answer for its
being so on his. I will answer for the gentleman's indifference.

She spoke with a confidence which staggeredwith a satisfaction
which silencedMr. Knightley. She was in gay spiritsand would
have prolonged the conversationwanting to hear the particulars
of his suspicionsevery look describedand all the wheres and hows
of a circumstance which highly entertained her: but his gaiety did
not meet hers. He found he could not be usefuland his feelings
were too much irritated for talking. That he might not be irritated
into an absolute feverby the fire which Mr. Woodhouse's tender
habits required almost every evening throughout the yearhe soon
afterwards took a hasty leaveand walked home to the coolness
and solitude of Donwell Abbey.


After being long fed with hopes of a speedy visit from Mr. and
Mrs. Sucklingthe Highbury world were obliged to endure the mortification
of hearing that they could not possibly come till the autumn.
No such importation of novelties could enrich their intellectual stores
at present. In the daily interchange of newsthey must be again
restricted to the other topics with which for a while the Sucklings'
coming had been unitedsuch as the last accounts of Mrs. Churchill
whose health seemed every day to supply a different report
and the situation of Mrs. Westonwhose happiness it was to be hoped
might eventually be as much increased by the arrival of a child
as that of all her neighbours was by the approach of it.

Mrs. Elton was very much disappointed. It was the delay of a great
deal of pleasure and parade. Her introductions and recommendations
must all waitand every projected party be still only talked of.
So she thought at first;--but a little consideration convinced
her that every thing need not be put off. Why should not they
explore to Box Hill though the Sucklings did not come? They could
go there again with them in the autumn. It was settled that they
should go to Box Hill. That there was to be such a party had been
long generally known: it had even given the idea of another.
Emma had never been to Box Hill; she wished to see what every body
found so well worth seeingand she and Mr. Weston had agreed
to chuse some fine morning and drive thither. Two or three more
of the chosen only were to be admitted to join themand it was to
be done in a quietunpretendingelegant wayinfinitely superior
to the bustle and preparationthe regular eating and drinking
and picnic parade of the Eltons and the Sucklings.

This was so very well understood between themthat Emma could
not but feel some surpriseand a little displeasureon hearing
from Mr. Weston that he had been proposing to Mrs. Eltonas her
brother and sister had failed herthat the two parties should unite
and go together; and that as Mrs. Elton had very readily acceded
to itso it was to beif she had no objection. Nowas her
objection was nothing but her very great dislike of Mrs. Elton
of which Mr. Weston must already be perfectly awareit was not worth
bringing forward again:--it could not be done without a reproof
to himwhich would be giving pain to his wife; and she found
herself therefore obliged to consent to an arrangement which she
would have done a great deal to avoid; an arrangement which would
probably expose her even to the degradation of being said to be of
Mrs. Elton's party! Every feeling was offended; and the forbearance
of her outward submission left a heavy arrear due of secret severity
in her reflections on the unmanageable goodwill of Mr. Weston's temper.

I am glad you approve of what I have done,said he very comfortably.
But I thought you would. Such schemes as these are nothing
without numbers. One cannot have too large a party. A large party
secures its own amusement. And she is a good-natured woman after all.
One could not leave her out.

Emma denied none of it aloudand agreed to none of it in private.

It was now the middle of Juneand the weather fine; and Mrs. Elton
was growing impatient to name the dayand settle with Mr. Weston
as to pigeon-pies and cold lambwhen a lame carriage-horse threw
every thing into sad uncertainty. It might be weeksit might be
only a few daysbefore the horse were useable; but no preparations
could be ventured onand it was all melancholy stagnation.
Mrs. Elton's resources were inadequate to such an attack.

Is not this most vexations, Knightley?she cried.--"And such weather
for exploring!--These delays and disappointments are quite odious.
What are we to do?--The year will wear away at this rate
and nothing done. Before this time last year I assure you we had
had a delightful exploring party from Maple Grove to Kings Weston."

You had better explore to Donwell,replied Mr. Knightley.
That may be done without horses. Come, and eat my strawberries.
They are ripening fast.

If Mr. Knightley did not begin seriouslyhe was obliged to proceed so
for his proposal was caught at with delight; and the "Oh! I should
like it of all things was not plainer in words than manner.
Donwell was famous for its strawberry-beds, which seemed a plea for
the invitation: but no plea was necessary; cabbage-beds would have
been enough to tempt the lady, who only wanted to be going somewhere.
She promised him again and again to come--much oftener than
he doubted--and was extremely gratified by such a proof of intimacy,
such a distinguishing compliment as she chose to consider it.

You may depend upon me said she. I certainly will come.
Name your dayand I will come. You will allow me to bring
Jane Fairfax?"

I cannot name a day,said hetill I have spoken to some others
whom I would wish to meet you.

Oh! leave all that to me. Only give me a carte-blanche.--I am
Lady Patroness, you know. It is my party. I will bring friends
with me.

I hope you will bring Elton,said he: "but I will not trouble
you to give any other invitations."

Oh! now you are looking very sly. But consider--you need not be afraid
of delegating power to me. I am no young lady on her preferment.
Married women, you know, may be safely authorised. It is my party.
Leave it all to me. I will invite your guests.

No,--he calmly replied--"there is but one married woman in the world
whom I can ever allow to invite what guests she pleases to Donwell
and that one is--"

--Mrs. Weston, I suppose,interrupted Mrs. Eltonrather mortified.

No--Mrs. Knightley;--and till she is in being, I will manage
such matters myself.

Ah! you are an odd creature!she criedsatisfied to have no
one preferred to herself.--"You are a humouristand may say what
you like. Quite a humourist. WellI shall bring Jane with me--
Jane and her aunt.--The rest I leave to you. I have no objections
at all to meeting the Hartfield family. Don't scruple. I know
you are attached to them."

You certainly will meet them if I can prevail; and I shall call
on Miss Bates in my way home.

That's quite unnecessary; I see Jane every day:--but as you like.
It is to be a morning scheme, you know, Knightley; quite a simple thing.
I shall wear a large bonnet, and bring one of my little baskets
hanging on my arm. Here,--probably this basket with pink ribbon.
Nothing can be more simple, you see. And Jane will have such another.

There is to be no form or parade--a sort of gipsy party. We are
to walk about your gardens, and gather the strawberries ourselves,
and sit under trees;--and whatever else you may like to provide,
it is to be all out of doors--a table spread in the shade, you know.
Every thing as natural and simple as possible. Is not that your idea?

Not quite. My idea of the simple and the natural will be to have
the table spread in the dining-room. The nature and the simplicity
of gentlemen and ladies, with their servants and furniture, I think
is best observed by meals within doors. When you are tired of eating
strawberries in the garden, there shall be cold meat in the house.

Well--as you please; only don't have a great set out. And, by the bye,
can I or my housekeeper be of any use to you with our opinion?--
Pray be sincere, Knightley. If you wish me to talk to Mrs. Hodges,
or to inspect anything--

I have not the least wish for it, I thank you.

Well--but if any difficulties should arise, my housekeeper
is extremely clever.

I will answer for it, that mine thinks herself full as clever,
and would spurn any body's assistance.

I wish we had a donkey. The thing would be for us all to come
on donkeys, Jane, Miss Bates, and me--and my caro sposo walking by.
I really must talk to him about purchasing a donkey. In a country
life I conceive it to be a sort of necessary; for, let a woman have
ever so many resources, it is not possible for her to be always shut
up at home;--and very long walks, you know--in summer there is dust,
and in winter there is dirt.

You will not find either, between Donwell and Highbury.
Donwell Lane is never dusty, and now it is perfectly dry. Come on
a donkey, however, if you prefer it. You can borrow Mrs. Cole's.
I would wish every thing to be as much to your taste as possible.

That I am sure you would. Indeed I do you justice, my good friend.
Under that peculiar sort of dry, blunt manner, I know you have the
warmest heart. As I tell Mr. E., you are a thorough humourist.--
Yes, believe me, Knightley, I am fully sensible of your attention
to me in the whole of this scheme. You have hit upon the very thing
to please me.

Mr. Knightley had another reason for avoiding a table in the shade.
He wished to persuade Mr. Woodhouseas well as Emmato join the party;
and he knew that to have any of them sitting down out of doors
to eat would inevitably make him ill. Mr. Woodhouse must not
under the specious pretence of a morning driveand an hour or two
spent at Donwellbe tempted away to his misery.

He was invited on good faith. No lurking horrors were to upbraid
him for his easy credulity. He did consent. He had not been
at Donwell for two years. "Some very fine morningheand Emma
and Harrietcould go very well; and he could sit still with
Mrs. Westonwhile the dear girls walked about the gardens.
He did not suppose they could be damp nowin the middle of
the day. He should like to see the old house again exceedingly
and should be very happy to meet Mr. and Mrs. Eltonand any other
of his neighbours.--He could not see any objection at all to his
and Emma'sand Harriet's going there some very fine morning.
He thought it very well done of Mr. Knightley to invite them--
very kind and sensible--much cleverer than dining out.--He was not

fond of dining out."

Mr. Knightley was fortunate in every body's most ready concurrence.
The invitation was everywhere so well receivedthat it seemed as if
like Mrs. Eltonthey were all taking the scheme as a particular
compliment to themselves.--Emma and Harriet professed very high
expectations of pleasure from it; and Mr. Westonunasked
promised to get Frank over to join themif possible; a proof
of approbation and gratitude which could have been dispensed with.--
Mr. Knightley was then obliged to say that he should be glad
to see him; and Mr. Weston engaged to lose no time in writing
and spare no arguments to induce him to come.

In the meanwhile the lame horse recovered so fastthat the party
to Box Hill was again under happy consideration; and at last Donwell
was settled for one dayand Box Hill for the next--the weather
appearing exactly right.

Under a bright mid-day sunat almost MidsummerMr. Woodhouse
was safely conveyed in his carriagewith one window down
to partake of this al-fresco party; and in one of the most
comfortable rooms in the Abbeyespecially prepared for him by a
fire all the morninghe was happily placedquite at his ease
ready to talk with pleasure of what had been achievedand advise
every body to come and sit downand not to heat themselves.--
Mrs. Westonwho seemed to have walked there on purpose to be tired
and sit all the time with himremainedwhen all the others
were invited or persuaded outhis patient listener and sympathiser.

It was so long since Emma had been at the Abbeythat as soon as she
was satisfied of her father's comfortshe was glad to leave him
and look around her; eager to refresh and correct her memory with
more particular observationmore exact understanding of a house
and grounds which must ever be so interesting to her and all her family.

She felt all the honest pride and complacency which her alliance
with the present and future proprietor could fairly warrant
as she viewed the respectable size and style of the building
its suitablebecomingcharacteristic situationlow and sheltered--
its ample gardens stretching down to meadows washed by a stream
of which the Abbeywith all the old neglect of prospect
had scarcely a sight--and its abundance of timber in rows and avenues
which neither fashion nor extravagance had rooted up.--The house
was larger than Hartfieldand totally unlike itcovering a good
deal of groundrambling and irregularwith many comfortable
and one or two handsome rooms.--It was just what it ought to be
and it looked what it was--and Emma felt an increasing respect
for itas the residence of a family of such true gentility
untainted in blood and understanding.--Some faults of temper John
Knightley had; but Isabella had connected herself unexceptionably.
She had given them neither mennor namesnor placesthat could
raise a blush. These were pleasant feelingsand she walked about
and indulged them till it was necessary to do as the others did
and collect round the strawberry-beds.--The whole party were assembled
excepting Frank Churchillwho was expected every moment from Richmond;
and Mrs. Eltonin all her apparatus of happinessher large bonnet
and her basketwas very ready to lead the way in gathering
acceptingor talking--strawberriesand only strawberries
could now be thought or spoken of.--"The best fruit in England--
every body's favourite--always wholesome.--These the finest beds
and finest sorts.--Delightful to gather for one's self--the only way
of really enjoying them.--Morning decidedly the best time--never tired--
every sort good--hautboy infinitely superior--no comparison--
the others hardly eatable--hautboys very scarce--Chili preferred--

white wood finest flavour of all--price of strawberries in London-abundance
about Bristol--Maple Grove--cultivation--beds when to
be renewed--gardeners thinking exactly different--no general rule-gardeners
never to be put out of their way--delicious fruit-only
too rich to be eaten much of--inferior to cherries-currants
more refreshing--only objection to gathering strawberries
the stooping--glaring sun--tired to death--could bear it no longer-must
go and sit in the shade."

Suchfor half an hourwas the conversation--interrupted only
once by Mrs. Westonwho came outin her solicitude after her
son-in-lawto inquire if he were come--and she was a little uneasy.--
She had some fears of his horse.

Seats tolerably in the shade were found; and now Emma was obliged
to overhear what Mrs. Elton and Jane Fairfax were talking of.-A
situationa most desirable situationwas in question. Mrs. Elton
had received notice of it that morningand was in raptures.
It was not with Mrs. Sucklingit was not with Mrs. Bragge
but in felicity and splendour it fell short only of them: it was
with a cousin of Mrs. Braggean acquaintance of Mrs. Suckling
a lady known at Maple Grove. Delightfulcharmingsuperior
first circlessphereslinesranksevery thing--and Mrs. Elton
was wild to have the offer closed with immediately.--On her side
all was warmthenergyand triumph--and she positively refused
to take her friend's negativethough Miss Fairfax continued
to assure her that she would not at present engage in any thing
repeating the same motives which she had been heard to urge before.--
Still Mrs. Elton insisted on being authorised to write an acquiescence
by the morrow's post.--How Jane could bear it at allwas astonishing
to Emma.--She did look vexedshe did speak pointedly--and at last
with a decision of action unusual to herproposed a removal.-"
Should not they walk? Would not Mr. Knightley shew them the gardens-all
the gardens?--She wished to see the whole extent."--The pertinacity
of her friend seemed more than she could bear.

It was hot; and after walking some time over the gardens in a scattered
dispersed wayscarcely any three togetherthey insensibly
followed one another to the delicious shade of a broad short
avenue of limeswhich stretching beyond the garden at an equal
distance from the riverseemed the finish of the pleasure grounds.--
It led to nothing; nothing but a view at the end over a low stone
wall with high pillarswhich seemed intendedin their erection
to give the appearance of an approach to the housewhich never had
been there. Disputablehoweveras might be the taste of such
a terminationit was in itself a charming walkand the view
which closed it extremely pretty.--The considerable slopeat nearly
the foot of which the Abbey stoodgradually acquired a steeper
form beyond its grounds; and at half a mile distant was a bank
of considerable abruptness and grandeurwell clothed with wood;-and
at the bottom of this bankfavourably placed and sheltered
rose the Abbey Mill Farmwith meadows in frontand the river
making a close and handsome curve around it.

It was a sweet view--sweet to the eye and the mind. English verdure
English cultureEnglish comfortseen under a sun bright
without being oppressive.

In this walk Emma and Mr. Weston found all the others assembled;
and towards this view she immediately perceived Mr. Knightley
and Harriet distinct from the restquietly leading the way.
Mr. Knightley and Harriet!--It was an odd tete-a-tete; but she was
glad to see it.--There had been a time when he would have scorned
her as a companionand turned from her with little ceremony.

Now they seemed in pleasant conversation. There had been a time
also when Emma would have been sorry to see Harriet in a spot
so favourable for the Abbey Mill Farm; but now she feared it not.
It might be safely viewed with all its appendages of prosperity
and beautyits rich pasturesspreading flocksorchard in blossom
and light column of smoke ascending.--She joined them at the wall
and found them more engaged in talking than in looking around.
He was giving Harriet information as to modes of agricultureetc.
and Emma received a smile which seemed to sayThese are my
own concerns. I have a right to talk on such subjects, without being
suspected of introducing Robert Martin.--She did not suspect him.
It was too old a story.--Robert Martin had probably ceased to think
of Harriet.--They took a few turns together along the walk.--The shade
was most refreshingand Emma found it the pleasantest part of
the day.

The next remove was to the house; they must all go in and eat;-and
they were all seated and busyand still Frank Churchill did
not come. Mrs. Weston lookedand looked in vain. His father would
not own himself uneasyand laughed at her fears; but she could
not be cured of wishing that he would part with his black mare.
He had expressed himself as to comingwith more than common certainty.
His aunt was so much better, that he had not a doubt of getting
over to them.--Mrs. Churchill's statehoweveras many were ready
to remind herwas liable to such sudden variation as might disappoint
her nephew in the most reasonable dependence--and Mrs. Weston
was at last persuaded to believeor to saythat it must be
by some attack of Mrs. Churchill that he was prevented coming.-Emma
looked at Harriet while the point was under consideration;
she behaved very welland betrayed no emotion.

The cold repast was overand the party were to go out once more
to see what had not yet been seenthe old Abbey fish-ponds;
perhaps get as far as the cloverwhich was to be begun cutting
on the morroworat any ratehave the pleasure of being hot
and growing cool again.--Mr. Woodhousewho had already taken
his little round in the highest part of the gardenswhere no
damps from the river were imagined even by himstirred no more;
and his daughter resolved to remain with himthat Mrs. Weston
might be persuaded away by her husband to the exercise and variety
which her spirits seemed to need.

Mr. Knightley had done all in his power for Mr. Woodhouse's
entertainment. Books of engravingsdrawers of medalscameos
coralsshellsand every other family collection within his cabinets
had been prepared for his old friendto while away the morning;
and the kindness had perfectly answered. Mr. Woodhouse had been
exceedingly well amused. Mrs. Weston had been shewing them all to him
and now he would shew them all to Emma;--fortunate in having no other
resemblance to a childthan in a total want of taste for what he saw
for he was slowconstantand methodical.--Before this second looking
over was begunhoweverEmma walked into the hall for the sake
of a few moments' free observation of the entrance and ground-plot
of the house--and was hardly therewhen Jane Fairfax appeared
coming quickly in from the gardenand with a look of escape.--
Little expecting to meet Miss Woodhouse so soonthere was a start
at first; but Miss Woodhouse was the very person she was in quest of.

Will you be so kind,said shewhen I am missed, as to say
that I am gone home?--I am going this moment.--My aunt is not aware
how late it is, nor how long we have been absent--but I am sure we
shall be wanted, and I am determined to go directly.--I have said
nothing about it to any body. It would only be giving trouble
and distress. Some are gone to the ponds, and some to the lime walk.

Till they all come in I shall not be missed; and when they do,
will you have the goodness to say that I am gone?

Certainly, if you wish it;--but you are not going to walk
to Highbury alone?

Yes--what should hurt me?--I walk fast. I shall be at home
in twenty minutes.

But it is too far, indeed it is, to be walking quite alone.
Let my father's servant go with you.--Let me order the carriage.
It can be round in five minutes.

Thank you, thank you--but on no account.--I would rather walk.--
And for me to be afraid of walking alone!--I, who may so soon have
to guard others!

She spoke with great agitation; and Emma very feelingly replied
That can be no reason for your being exposed to danger now.
I must order the carriage. The heat even would be danger.--You are
fatigued already.

I am,--she answered--"I am fatigued; but it is not the sort
of fatigue--quick walking will refresh me.--Miss Woodhousewe all
know at times what it is to be wearied in spirits. MineI confess
are exhausted. The greatest kindness you can shew mewill be to let
me have my own wayand only say that I am gone when it is necessary."

Emma had not another word to oppose. She saw it all; and entering
into her feelingspromoted her quitting the house immediately
and watched her safely off with the zeal of a friend. Her parting
look was grateful--and her parting wordsOh! Miss Woodhouse,
the comfort of being sometimes alone!--seemed to burst from
an overcharged heartand to describe somewhat of the continual
endurance to be practised by hereven towards some of those who
loved her best.

Such a home, indeed! such an aunt!said Emmaas she turned back
into the hall again. "I do pity you. And the more sensibility
you betray of their just horrorsthe more I shall like you."

Jane had not been gone a quarter of an hourand they had only
accomplished some views of St. Mark's PlaceVenicewhen Frank
Churchill entered the room. Emma had not been thinking of him
she had forgotten to think of him--but she was very glad to see him.
Mrs. Weston would be at ease. The black mare was blameless;
they were right who had named Mrs. Churchill as the cause.
He had been detained by a temporary increase of illness in her;
a nervous seizurewhich had lasted some hours--and he had quite given
up every thought of comingtill very late;--and had he known how hot
a ride he should haveand how latewith all his hurryhe must be
he believed he should not have come at all. The heat was excessive;
he had never suffered any thing like it--almost wished he had staid
at home--nothing killed him like heat--he could bear any degree of cold
etc.but heat was intolerable--and he sat downat the greatest
possible distance from the slight remains of Mr. Woodhouse's fire
looking very deplorable.

You will soon be cooler, if you sit still,said Emma.

As soon as I am cooler I shall go back again. I could very
ill be spared--but such a point had been made of my coming!
You will all be going soon I suppose; the whole party breaking up.
I met one as I came--Madness in such weather!--absolute madness!

Emma listenedand lookedand soon perceived that Frank Churchill's
state might be best defined by the expressive phrase of being
out of humour. Some people were always cross when they were hot.
Such might be his constitution; and as she knew that eating
and drinking were often the cure of such incidental complaints
she recommended his taking some refreshment; he would find abundance
of every thing in the dining-room--and she humanely pointed out
the door.

No--he should not eat. He was not hungry; it would only make
him hotter.In two minuteshoweverhe relented in his own favour;
and muttering something about spruce-beerwalked off. Emma returned
all her attention to her fathersaying in secret--

I am glad I have done being in love with him. I should not like a
man who is so soon discomposed by a hot morning. Harriet's sweet
easy temper will not mind it.

He was gone long enough to have had a very comfortable mealand came
back all the better--grown quite cool--andwith good manners
like himself--able to draw a chair close to themtake an interest
in their employment; and regretin a reasonable waythat he
should be so late. He was not in his best spiritsbut seemed
trying to improve them; andat lastmade himself talk nonsense
very agreeably. They were looking over views in Swisserland.

As soon as my aunt gets well, I shall go abroad,said he.
I shall never be easy till I have seen some of these places.
You will have my sketches, some time or other, to look at--or my tour
to read--or my poem. I shall do something to expose myself.

That may be--but not by sketches in Swisserland. You will
never go to Swisserland. Your uncle and aunt will never allow
you to leave England.

They may be induced to go too. A warm climate may be prescribed
for her. I have more than half an expectation of our all going abroad.
I assure you I have. I feel a strong persuasion, this morning,
that I shall soon be abroad. I ought to travel. I am tired
of doing nothing. I want a change. I am serious, Miss Woodhouse,
whatever your penetrating eyes may fancy--I am sick of England--
and would leave it to-morrow, if I could.

You are sick of prosperity and indulgence. Cannot you invent
a few hardships for yourself, and be contented to stay?

I sick of prosperity and indulgence! You are quite mistaken.
I do not look upon myself as either prosperous or indulged. I am
thwarted in every thing material. I do not consider myself at all
a fortunate person.

You are not quite so miserable, though, as when you first came.
Go and eat and drink a little more, and you will do very well.
Another slice of cold meat, another draught of Madeira and water,
will make you nearly on a par with the rest of us.

No--I shall not stir. I shall sit by you. You are my best cure.

We are going to Box Hill to-morrow;--you will join us.
It is not Swisserland, but it will be something for a young
man so much in want of a change. You will stay, and go with us?

No, certainly not; I shall go home in the cool of the evening.

But you may come again in the cool of to-morrow morning.

No--It will not be worth while. If I come, I shall be cross.

Then pray stay at Richmond.

But if I do, I shall be crosser still. I can never bear to think
of you all there without me.

These are difficulties which you must settle for yourself.
Chuse your own degree of crossness. I shall press you no more.

The rest of the party were now returningand all were soon collected.
With some there was great joy at the sight of Frank Churchill;
others took it very composedly; but there was a very general distress
and disturbance on Miss Fairfax's disappearance being explained.
That it was time for every body to goconcluded the subject; and with
a short final arrangement for the next day's schemethey parted.
Frank Churchill's little inclination to exclude himself increased
so muchthat his last words to Emma were

Well;--if you wish me to stay and join the party, I will.

She smiled her acceptance; and nothing less than a summons from
Richmond was to take him back before the following evening.


They had a very fine day for Box Hill; and all the other outward
circumstances of arrangementaccommodationand punctuality
were in favour of a pleasant party. Mr. Weston directed the whole
officiating safely between Hartfield and the Vicarageand every
body was in good time. Emma and Harriet went together; Miss Bates
and her niecewith the Eltons; the gentlemen on horseback.
Mrs. Weston remained with Mr. Woodhouse. Nothing was wanting
but to be happy when they got there. Seven miles were travelled
in expectation of enjoymentand every body had a burst of admiration
on first arriving; but in the general amount of the day there
was deficiency. There was a languora want of spiritsa want of union
which could not be got over. They separated too much into parties.
The Eltons walked together; Mr. Knightley took charge of Miss
Bates and Jane; and Emma and Harriet belonged to Frank Churchill.
And Mr. Weston triedin vainto make them harmonise better. It seemed
at first an accidental divisionbut it never materially varied.
Mr. and Mrs. Eltonindeedshewed no unwillingness to mix
and be as agreeable as they could; but during the two whole hours
that were spent on the hillthere seemed a principle of separation
between the other partiestoo strong for any fine prospectsor any
cold collationor any cheerful Mr. Westonto remove.

At first it was downright dulness to Emma. She had never seen Frank
Churchill so silent and stupid. He said nothing worth hearing--
looked without seeing--admired without intelligence--listened without
knowing what she said. While he was so dullit was no wonder that
Harriet should be dull likewise; and they were both insufferable.

When they all sat down it was better; to her taste a great deal better
for Frank Churchill grew talkative and gaymaking her his first object.
Every distinguishing attention that could be paidwas paid to her.
To amuse herand be agreeable in her eyesseemed all that he

cared for--and Emmaglad to be enlivenednot sorry to be flattered
was gay and easy tooand gave him all the friendly encouragement
the admission to be gallantwhich she had ever given in the first
and most animating period of their acquaintance; but which now
in her own estimationmeant nothingthough in the judgment of most
people looking on it must have had such an appearance as no English
word but flirtation could very well describe. "Mr. Frank Churchill
and Miss Woodhouse flirted together excessively." They were laying
themselves open to that very phrase--and to having it sent off
in a letter to Maple Grove by one ladyto Ireland by another.
Not that Emma was gay and thoughtless from any real felicity;
it was rather because she felt less happy than she had expected.
She laughed because she was disappointed; and though she liked him
for his attentionsand thought them allwhether in friendship
admirationor playfulnessextremely judiciousthey were not winning
back her heart. She still intended him for her friend.

How much I am obliged to you,said hefor telling me to come to-day!--
If it had not been for you, I should certainly have lost all the
happiness of this party. I had quite determined to go away again.

Yes, you were very cross; and I do not know what about,
except that you were too late for the best strawberries.
I was a kinder friend than you deserved. But you were humble.
You begged hard to be commanded to come.

Don't say I was cross. I was fatigued. The heat overcame me.

It is hotter to-day.

Not to my feelings. I am perfectly comfortable to-day.

You are comfortable because you are under command.

Your command?--Yes.

Perhaps I intended you to say so, but I meant self-command. You had,
somehow or other, broken bounds yesterday, and run away from your
own management; but to-day you are got back again--and as I cannot
be always with you, it is best to believe your temper under your
own command rather than mine.

It comes to the same thing. I can have no self-command without
a motive. You order me, whether you speak or not. And you can
be always with me. You are always with me.

Dating from three o'clock yesterday. My perpetual influence
could not begin earlier, or you would not have been so much
out of humour before.

Three o'clock yesterday! That is your date. I thought I had seen
you first in February.

Your gallantry is really unanswerable. But (lowering her voice)--
nobody speaks except ourselves, and it is rather too much to be
talking nonsense for the entertainment of seven silent people.

I say nothing of which I am ashamed,replied hewith lively impudence.
I saw you first in February. Let every body on the Hill hear me if
they can. Let my accents swell to Mickleham on one side, and Dorking
on the other. I saw you first in February.And then whispering--
Our companions are excessively stupid. What shall we do to rouse them?
Any nonsense will serve. They shall talk. Ladies and gentlemen,
I am ordered by Miss Woodhouse (who, wherever she is, presides)

to say, that she desires to know what you are all thinking of?

Some laughedand answered good-humouredly. Miss Bates said a great deal;
Mrs. Elton swelled at the idea of Miss Woodhouse's presiding;
Mr. Knightley's answer was the most distinct.

Is Miss Woodhouse sure that she would like to hear what we are
all thinking of?

Oh! no, no--cried Emmalaughing as carelessly as she could--
Upon no account in the world. It is the very last thing I
would stand the brunt of just now. Let me hear any thing rather
than what you are all thinking of. I will not say quite all.
There are one or two, perhaps, (glancing at Mr. Weston and Harriet,)
whose thoughts I might not be afraid of knowing.

It is a sort of thing,cried Mrs. Elton emphatically
which I should not have thought myself privileged to
inquire into. Though, perhaps, as the Chaperon of the party--
I never was in any circle--exploring parties--young ladies--married women--

Her mutterings were chiefly to her husband; and he murmured
in reply

Very true, my love, very true. Exactly so, indeed--quite unheard of--
but some ladies say any thing. Better pass it off as a joke.
Every body knows what is due to you.

It will not do,whispered Frank to Emma; "they are most
of them affronted. I will attack them with more address.
Ladies and gentlemen--I am ordered by Miss Woodhouse to saythat she
waives her right of knowing exactly what you may all be thinking of
and only requires something very entertaining from each of you
in a general way. Here are seven of youbesides myself(whoshe
is pleased to sayam very entertaining already) and she only
demands from each of you either one thing very cleverbe it prose
or verseoriginal or repeated--or two things moderately clever--
or three things very dull indeedand she engages to laugh heartily
at them all."

Oh! very well,exclaimed Miss Batesthen I need not be uneasy.
`Three things very dull indeed.' That will just do for me, you know.
I shall be sure to say three dull things as soon as ever I open
my mouth, shan't I? (looking round with the most good-humoured
dependence on every body's assent)--Do not you all think I shall?

Emma could not resist.

Ah! ma'am, but there may be a difficulty. Pardon me--but you
will be limited as to number--only three at once.

Miss Batesdeceived by the mock ceremony of her mannerdid not
immediately catch her meaning; butwhen it burst on herit could
not angerthough a slight blush shewed that it could pain her.

Ah!--well--to be sure. Yes, I see what she means, (turning to
Mr. Knightley,) and I will try to hold my tongue. I must make
myself very disagreeable, or she would not have said such a thing
to an old friend.

I like your plan,cried Mr. Weston. "Agreedagreed. I will do
my best. I am making a conundrum. How will a conundrum reckon?"

Low, I am afraid, sir, very low,answered his son;--"but we shall

be indulgent--especially to any one who leads the way."

No, no,said Emmait will not reckon low. A conundrum of
Mr. Weston's shall clear him and his next neighbour. Come, sir,
pray let me hear it.

I doubt its being very clever myself,said Mr. Weston.
It is too much a matter of fact, but here it is.--What two letters
of the alphabet are there, that express perfection?

What two letters!--express perfection! I am sure I do not know.

Ah! you will never guess. You, (to Emma), I am certain, will
never guess.--I will tell you.--M. and A.--Em-ma.--Do you understand?

Understanding and gratification came together. It might be a very
indifferent piece of witbut Emma found a great deal to laugh
at and enjoy in it--and so did Frank and Harriet.--It did not seem
to touch the rest of the party equally; some looked very stupid
about itand Mr. Knightley gravely said

This explains the sort of clever thing that is wanted, and Mr. Weston
has done very well for himself; but he must have knocked up every
body else. Perfection should not have come quite so soon.

Oh! for myself, I protest I must be excused,said Mrs. Elton;
I really cannot attempt--I am not at all fond of the sort of thing.
I had an acrostic once sent to me upon my own name, which I was not
at all pleased with. I knew who it came from. An abominable puppy!--
You know who I mean (nodding to her husband). These kind of things
are very well at Christmas, when one is sitting round the fire;
but quite out of place, in my opinion, when one is exploring
about the country in summer. Miss Woodhouse must excuse me.
I am not one of those who have witty things at every body's service.
I do not pretend to be a wit. I have a great deal of vivacity
in my own way, but I really must be allowed to judge when to speak
and when to hold my tongue. Pass us, if you please, Mr. Churchill.
Pass Mr. E., Knightley, Jane, and myself. We have nothing clever to say--
not one of us.

Yesyespray pass me added her husband, with a sort of
sneering consciousness; I have nothing to say that can entertain
Miss Woodhouseor any other young lady. An old married man--
quite good for nothing. Shall we walkAugusta?"

With all my heart. I am really tired of exploring so long
on one spot. Come, Jane, take my other arm.

Jane declined ithoweverand the husband and wife walked off.
Happy couple!said Frank Churchillas soon as they were out
of hearing:--"How well they suit one another!--Very lucky--marrying as
they didupon an acquaintance formed only in a public place!--They only
knew each otherI thinka few weeks in Bath! Peculiarly lucky!--
for as to any real knowledge of a person's disposition that Bath
or any public placecan give--it is all nothing; there can be
no knowledge. It is only by seeing women in their own homes
among their own setjust as they always arethat you can form
any just judgment. Short of thatit is all guess and luck--
and will generally be ill-luck. How many a man has committed himself
on a short acquaintanceand rued it all the rest of his life!"

Miss Fairfaxwho had seldom spoken beforeexcept among her
own confederatesspoke now.

Such things do occur, undoubtedly.--She was stopped by a cough.
Frank Churchill turned towards her to listen.

You were speaking,said hegravely. She recovered her voice.

I was only going to observe, that though such unfortunate circumstances
do sometimes occur both to men and women, I cannot imagine them
to be very frequent. A hasty and imprudent attachment may arise--
but there is generally time to recover from it afterwards. I would
be understood to mean, that it can be only weak, irresolute characters,
(whose happiness must be always at the mercy of chance,)
who will suffer an unfortunate acquaintance to be an inconvenience,
an oppression for ever.

He made no answer; merely lookedand bowed in submission; and soon
afterwards saidin a lively tone

Well, I have so little confidence in my own judgment, that whenever
I marry, I hope some body will chuse my wife for me. Will you?
(turning to Emma.) Will you chuse a wife for me?--I am sure I
should like any body fixed on by you. You provide for the family,
you know, (with a smile at his father). Find some body for me.
I am in no hurry. Adopt her, educate her.

And make her like myself.

By all means, if you can.

Very well. I undertake the commission. You shall have a charming wife.

She must be very lively, and have hazle eyes. I care for nothing else.
I shall go abroad for a couple of years--and when I return,
I shall come to you for my wife. Remember.

Emma was in no danger of forgetting. It was a commission to touch every
favourite feeling. Would not Harriet be the very creature described?
Hazle eyes exceptedtwo years more might make her all that he wished.
He might even have Harriet in his thoughts at the moment;
who could say? Referring the education to her seemed to imply it.

Now, ma'am,said Jane to her auntshall we join Mrs. Elton?

If you please, my dear. With all my heart. I am quite ready.
I was ready to have gone with her, but this will do just as well.
We shall soon overtake her. There she is--no, that's somebody else.
That's one of the ladies in the Irish car party, not at all like her.--
Well, I declare--

They walked offfollowed in half a minute by Mr. Knightley.
Mr. Westonhis sonEmmaand Harrietonly remained; and the young
man's spirits now rose to a pitch almost unpleasant. Even Emma grew
tired at last of flattery and merrimentand wished herself rather
walking quietly about with any of the othersor sitting almost alone
and quite unattended toin tranquil observation of the beautiful
views beneath her. The appearance of the servants looking out
for them to give notice of the carriages was a joyful sight;
and even the bustle of collecting and preparing to depart
and the solicitude of Mrs. Elton to have her carriage first
were gladly enduredin the prospect of the quiet drive home which was
to close the very questionable enjoyments of this day of pleasure.
Such another schemecomposed of so many ill-assorted people
she hoped never to be betrayed into again.

While waiting for the carriageshe found Mr. Knightley by her side.

He looked aroundas if to see that no one were nearand then said

Emma, I must once more speak to you as I have been used to do:
a privilege rather endured than allowed, perhaps, but I must still
use it. I cannot see you acting wrong, without a remonstrance.
How could you be so unfeeling to Miss Bates? How could you be so
insolent in your wit to a woman of her character, age, and situation?-Emma,
I had not thought it possible.

Emma recollectedblushedwas sorrybut tried to laugh it off.

Nay, how could I help saying what I did?--Nobody could have helped it.
It was not so very bad. I dare say she did not understand me.

I assure you she did. She felt your full meaning. She has talked
of it since. I wish you could have heard how she talked of it-with
what candour and generosity. I wish you could have heard her
honouring your forbearance, in being able to pay her such attentions,
as she was for ever receiving from yourself and your father,
when her society must be so irksome.

Oh!cried EmmaI know there is not a better creature in the world:
but you must allow, that what is good and what is ridiculous are
most unfortunately blended in her.

They are blended,said heI acknowledge; and, were she prosperous,
I could allow much for the occasional prevalence of the ridiculous
over the good. Were she a woman of fortune, I would leave every
harmless absurdity to take its chance, I would not quarrel with you
for any liberties of manner. Were she your equal in situation-but,
Emma, consider how far this is from being the case. She is poor;
she has sunk from the comforts she was born to; and, if she live
to old age, must probably sink more. Her situation should secure
your compassion. It was badly done, indeed! You, whom she had known
from an infant, whom she had seen grow up from a period when her
notice was an honour, to have you now, in thoughtless spirits,
and the pride of the moment, laugh at her, humble her--and before
her niece, too--and before others, many of whom (certainly some,)
would be entirely guided by your treatment of her.--This is not
pleasant to you, Emma--and it is very far from pleasant to me;
but I must, I will,--I will tell you truths while I can;
satisfied with proving myself your friend by very faithful counsel,
and trusting that you will some time or other do me greater justice
than you can do now.

While they talkedthey were advancing towards the carriage;
it was ready; andbefore she could speak againhe had handed her in.
He had misinterpreted the feelings which had kept her face averted
and her tongue motionless. They were combined only of anger
against herselfmortificationand deep concern. She had not
been able to speak; andon entering the carriagesunk back
for a moment overcome--then reproaching herself for having taken
no leavemaking no acknowledgmentparting in apparent sullenness
she looked out with voice and hand eager to shew a difference;
but it was just too late. He had turned awayand the horses were
in motion. She continued to look backbut in vain; and soon
with what appeared unusual speedthey were half way down the hill
and every thing left far behind. She was vexed beyond what could
have been expressed--almost beyond what she could conceal.
Never had she felt so agitatedmortifiedgrievedat any circumstance
in her life. She was most forcibly struck. The truth of this
representation there was no denying. She felt it at her heart.
How could she have been so brutalso cruel to Miss Bates! How could
she have exposed herself to such ill opinion in any one she valued!

And how suffer him to leave her without saying one word of gratitude
of concurrenceof common kindness!

Time did not compose her. As she reflected moreshe seemed
but to feel it more. She never had been so depressed. Happily it
was not necessary to speak. There was only Harrietwho seemed not
in spirits herselffaggedand very willing to be silent; and Emma
felt the tears running down her cheeks almost all the way home
without being at any trouble to check themextraordinary as they were.


The wretchedness of a scheme to Box Hill was in Emma's thoughts all
the evening. How it might be considered by the rest of the party
she could not tell. Theyin their different homesand their different
waysmight be looking back on it with pleasure; but in her view it
was a morning more completely misspentmore totally bare of rational
satisfaction at the timeand more to be abhorred in recollection
than any she had ever passed. A whole evening of back-gammon with
her fatherwas felicity to it. Thereindeedlay real pleasure
for there she was giving up the sweetest hours of the twenty-four
to his comfort; and feeling thatunmerited as might be the degree
of his fond affection and confiding esteemshe could notin her
general conductbe open to any severe reproach. As a daughter
she hoped she was not without a heart. She hoped no one could
have said to herHow could you be so unfeeling to your father?-I
must, I will tell you truths while I can.Miss Bates should
never again--nonever! If attentionin futurecould do away
the pastshe might hope to be forgiven. She had been often remiss
her conscience told her so; remissperhapsmore in thought
than fact; scornfulungracious. But it should be so no more.
In the warmth of true contritionshe would call upon her the
very next morningand it should be the beginningon her side
of a regularequalkindly intercourse.

She was just as determined when the morrow cameand went early
that nothing might prevent her. It was not unlikelyshe thought
that she might see Mr. Knightley in her way; orperhapshe might
come in while she were paying her visit. She had no objection.
She would not be ashamed of the appearance of the penitenceso justly
and truly hers. Her eyes were towards Donwell as she walkedbut she
saw him not.

The ladies were all at home.She had never rejoiced at the sound
beforenor ever before entered the passagenor walked up the stairs
with any wish of giving pleasurebut in conferring obligation
or of deriving itexcept in subsequent ridicule.

There was a bustle on her approach; a good deal of moving and talking.
She heard Miss Bates's voicesomething was to be done in a hurry;
the maid looked frightened and awkward; hoped she would be pleased
to wait a momentand then ushered her in too soon. The aunt and
niece seemed both escaping into the adjoining room. Jane she had
a distinct glimpse oflooking extremely ill; andbefore the door
had shut them outshe heard Miss Bates sayingWell, my dear,
I shall say you are laid down upon the bed, and I am sure you are
ill enough.

Poor old Mrs. Batescivil and humble as usuallooked as if she
did not quite understand what was going on.

I am afraid Jane is not very well,said shebut I do not know;
they tell me she is well. I dare say my daughter will be here presently,
Miss Woodhouse. I hope you find a chair. I wish Hetty had not gone.
I am very little able--Have you a chair, ma'am? Do you sit where
you like? I am sure she will be here presently.

Emma seriously hoped she would. She had a moment's fear of Miss
Bates keeping away from her. But Miss Bates soon came--"Very happy
and obliged"--but Emma's conscience told her that there was not the
same cheerful volubility as before--less ease of look and manner.
A very friendly inquiry after Miss Fairfaxshe hopedmight lead
the way to a return of old feelings. The touch seemed immediate.

Ah! Miss Woodhouse, how kind you are!--I suppose you have heard--
and are come to give us joy. This does not seem much like joy,
indeed, in me--(twinkling away a tear or two)--but it will be
very trying for us to part with her, after having had her so long,
and she has a dreadful headache just now, writing all the morning:--
such long letters, you know, to be written to Colonel Campbell,
and Mrs. Dixon. `My dear,' said I, `you will blind yourself'--
for tears were in her eyes perpetually. One cannot wonder,
one cannot wonder. It is a great change; and though she is
amazingly fortunate--such a situation, I suppose, as no young woman
before ever met with on first going out--do not think us ungrateful,
Miss Woodhouse, for such surprising good fortune--(again dispersing
her tears)--but, poor dear soul! if you were to see what a headache
she has. When one is in great pain, you know one cannot feel
any blessing quite as it may deserve. She is as low as possible.
To look at her, nobody would think how delighted and happy she
is to have secured such a situation. You will excuse her not
coming to you--she is not able--she is gone into her own room--
I want her to lie down upon the bed. `My dear,' said I, `I shall
say you are laid down upon the bed:' but, however, she is not;
she is walking about the room. But, now that she has written
her letters, she says she shall soon be well. She will be extremely
sorry to miss seeing you, Miss Woodhouse, but your kindness will
excuse her. You were kept waiting at the door--I was quite ashamed--
but somehow there was a little bustle--for it so happened that we
had not heard the knock, and till you were on the stairs, we did
not know any body was coming. `It is only Mrs. Cole,' said I,
`depend upon it. Nobody else would come so early.' `Well,' said she,
`it must be borne some time or other, and it may as well be now.'
But then Patty came in, and said it was you. `Oh!' said I,
`it is Miss Woodhouse: I am sure you will like to see her.'--
`I can see nobody,' said she; and up she got, and would go away;
and that was what made us keep you waiting--and extremely sorry
and ashamed we were. `If you must go, my dear,' said I, `you must,
and I will say you are laid down upon the bed.'

Emma was most sincerely interested. Her heart had been long growing
kinder towards Jane; and this picture of her present sufferings acted
as a cure of every former ungenerous suspicionand left her nothing
but pity; and the remembrance of the less just and less gentle
sensations of the pastobliged her to admit that Jane might very
naturally resolve on seeing Mrs. Cole or any other steady friend
when she might not bear to see herself. She spoke as she felt
with earnest regret and solicitude--sincerely wishing that the
circumstances which she collected from Miss Bates to be now actually
determined onmight be as much for Miss Fairfax's advantage
and comfort as possible. "It must be a severe trial to them all.
She had understood it was to be delayed till Colonel Campbell's return."

So very kind!replied Miss Bates. "But you are always kind."

There was no bearing such an "always;" and to break through her
dreadful gratitudeEmma made the direct inquiry of-

Where--may I ask?--is Miss Fairfax going?

To a Mrs. Smallridge--charming woman--most superior--to have
the charge of her three little girls--delightful children.
Impossible that any situation could be more replete with comfort;
if we except, perhaps, Mrs. Suckling's own family, and Mrs. Bragge's;
but Mrs. Smallridge is intimate with both, and in the very
same neighbourhood:--lives only four miles from Maple Grove.
Jane will be only four miles from Maple Grove.

Mrs. Elton, I suppose, has been the person to whom Miss Fairfax owes--

Yes, our good Mrs. Elton. The most indefatigable, true friend.
She would not take a denial. She would not let Jane say, `No;' for
when Jane first heard of it, (it was the day before yesterday,
the very morning we were at Donwell,) when Jane first heard of it,
she was quite decided against accepting the offer, and for the
reasons you mention; exactly as you say, she had made up her mind
to close with nothing till Colonel Campbell's return, and nothing
should induce her to enter into any engagement at present--and so she
told Mrs. Elton over and over again--and I am sure I had no more
idea that she would change her mind!--but that good Mrs. Elton,
whose judgment never fails her, saw farther than I did. It is not
every body that would have stood out in such a kind way as she did,
and refuse to take Jane's answer; but she positively declared she
would not write any such denial yesterday, as Jane wished her;
she would wait--and, sure enough, yesterday evening it was all
settled that Jane should go. Quite a surprize to me! I had not
the least idea!--Jane took Mrs. Elton aside, and told her at once,
that upon thinking over the advantages of Mrs. Smallridge's situation,
she had come to the resolution of accepting it.--I did not know a word
of it till it was all settled.

You spent the evening with Mrs. Elton?

Yes, all of us; Mrs. Elton would have us come. It was settled so,
upon the hill, while we were walking about with Mr. Knightley.
`You must all spend your evening with us,' said she--`I positively must
have you all come.'

Mr. Knightley was there too, was he?

No, not Mr. Knightley; he declined it from the first; and though I
thought he would come, because Mrs. Elton declared she would not let
him off, he did not;--but my mother, and Jane, and I, were all there,
and a very agreeable evening we had. Such kind friends, you know,
Miss Woodhouse, one must always find agreeable, though every body
seemed rather fagged after the morning's party. Even pleasure,
you know, is fatiguing--and I cannot say that any of them seemed
very much to have enjoyed it. However, I shall always think it
a very pleasant party, and feel extremely obliged to the kind friends
who included me in it.

Miss Fairfax, I suppose, though you were not aware of it, had been
making up her mind the whole day?

I dare say she had.

Whenever the time may come, it must be unwelcome to her and all
her friends--but I hope her engagement will have every alleviation
that is possible--I mean, as to the character and manners of the family.

Thank you, dear Miss Woodhouse. Yes, indeed, there is every thing
in the world that can make her happy in it. Except the Sucklings
and Bragges, there is not such another nursery establishment,
so liberal and elegant, in all Mrs. Elton's acquaintance.
Mrs. Smallridge, a most delightful woman!--A style of living almost
equal to Maple Grove--and as to the children, except the little
Sucklings and little Bragges, there are not such elegant sweet
children anywhere. Jane will be treated with such regard and kindness!--
It will be nothing but pleasure, a life of pleasure.--And her salary!--
I really cannot venture to name her salary to you, Miss Woodhouse.
Even you, used as you are to great sums, would hardly believe that
so much could be given to a young person like Jane.

Ah! madam,cried Emmaif other children are at all like what I
remember to have been myself, I should think five times the amount
of what I have ever yet heard named as a salary on such occasions,
dearly earned.

You are so noble in your ideas!

And when is Miss Fairfax to leave you?

Very soon, very soon, indeed; that's the worst of it.
Within a fortnight. Mrs. Smallridge is in a great hurry. My poor
mother does not know how to bear it. So then, I try to put it out of
her thoughts, and say, Come ma'am, do not let us think about it any more.

Her friends must all be sorry to lose her; and will not Colonel
and Mrs. Campbell be sorry to find that she has engaged herself
before their return?

Yes; Jane says she is sure they will; but yet, this is such
a situation as she cannot feel herself justified in declining.
I was so astonished when she first told me what she had been saying
to Mrs. Elton, and when Mrs. Elton at the same moment came congratulating
me upon it! It was before tea--stay--no, it could not be before tea,
because we were just going to cards--and yet it was before tea,
because I remember thinking--Oh! no, now I recollect, now I have it;
something happened before tea, but not that. Mr. Elton was called
out of the room before tea, old John Abdy's son wanted to speak
with him. Poor old John, I have a great regard for him; he was clerk
to my poor father twenty-seven years; and now, poor old man, he is
bed-ridden, and very poorly with the rheumatic gout in his joints--
I must go and see him to-day; and so will Jane, I am sure, if she
gets out at all. And poor John's son came to talk to Mr. Elton
about relief from the parish; he is very well to do himself,
you know, being head man at the Crown, ostler, and every thing
of that sort, but still he cannot keep his father without some help;
and so, when Mr. Elton came back, he told us what John ostler
had been telling him, and then it came out about the chaise having
been sent to Randalls to take Mr. Frank Churchill to Richmond.
That was what happened before tea. It was after tea that Jane spoke
to Mrs. Elton.

Miss Bates would hardly give Emma time to say how perfectly
new this circumstance was to her; but as without supposing it
possible that she could be ignorant of any of the particulars
of Mr. Frank Churchill's goingshe proceeded to give them all
it was of no consequence.

What Mr. Elton had learned from the ostler on the subjectbeing the
accumulation of the ostler's own knowledgeand the knowledge
of the servants at Randallswasthat a messenger had come over

from Richmond soon after the return of the party from Box Hill-which
messengerhoweverhad been no more than was expected;
and that Mr. Churchill had sent his nephew a few linescontaining
upon the wholea tolerable account of Mrs. Churchilland only
wishing him not to delay coming back beyond the next morning early;
but that Mr. Frank Churchill having resolved to go home directly
without waiting at alland his horse seeming to have got a cold
Tom had been sent off immediately for the Crown chaiseand the
ostler had stood out and seen it pass bythe boy going a good pace
and driving very steady.

There was nothing in all this either to astonish or interest
and it caught Emma's attention only as it united with the subject
which already engaged her mind. The contrast between Mrs. Churchill's
importance in the worldand Jane Fairfax'sstruck her; one was
every thingthe other nothing--and she sat musing on the difference
of woman's destinyand quite unconscious on what her eyes were fixed
till roused by Miss Bates's saying

Aye, I see what you are thinking of, the pianoforte. What is to become
of that?--Very true. Poor dear Jane was talking of it just now.-`
You must go,' said she. `You and I must part. You will have no
business here.--Let it stay, however,' said she; `give it houseroom
till Colonel Campbell comes back. I shall talk about it to him;
he will settle for me; he will help me out of all my difficulties.'--
And to this day, I do believe, she knows not whether it was his
present or his daughter's.

Now Emma was obliged to think of the pianoforte; and the remembrance
of all her former fanciful and unfair conjectures was so little pleasing
that she soon allowed herself to believe her visit had been
long enough; andwith a repetition of every thing that she could
venture to say of the good wishes which she really felttook leave.


Emma's pensive meditationsas she walked homewere not interrupted;
but on entering the parlourshe found those who must rouse her.
Mr. Knightley and Harriet had arrived during her absenceand were
sitting with her father.--Mr. Knightley immediately got upand in a
manner decidedly graver than usualsaid

I would not go away without seeing you, but I have no time to spare,
and therefore must now be gone directly. I am going to London,
to spend a few days with John and Isabella. Have you any thing to
send or say, besides the `love,' which nobody carries?

Nothing at all. But is not this a sudden scheme?

Yes--rather--I have been thinking of it some little time.

Emma was sure he had not forgiven her; he looked unlike himself.
Timehowevershe thoughtwould tell him that they ought to be
friends again. While he stoodas if meaning to gobut not going-her
father began his inquiries.

Well, my dear, and did you get there safely?--And how did you
find my worthy old friend and her daughter?--I dare say they must
have been very much obliged to you for coming. Dear Emma has been
to call on Mrs. and Miss Bates, Mr. Knightley, as I told you before.
She is always so attentive to them!

Emma's colour was heightened by this unjust praise; and with a smile
and shake of the headwhich spoke muchshe looked at Mr. Knightley.--
It seemed as if there were an instantaneous impression in her favour
as if his eyes received the truth from her'sand all that had
passed of good in her feelings were at once caught and honoured.--
He looked at her with a glow of regard. She was warmly gratified--
and in another moment still more soby a little movement of
more than common friendliness on his part.--He took her hand;--
whether she had not herself made the first motionshe could not say--
she mightperhapshave rather offered it--but he took her hand
pressed itand certainly was on the point of carrying it to his lips--
whenfrom some fancy or otherhe suddenly let it go.--Why he should feel
such a scruplewhy he should change his mind when it was all but done
she could not perceive.--He would have judged bettershe thought
if he had not stopped.--The intentionhoweverwas indubitable;
and whether it was that his manners had in general so little gallantry
or however else it happenedbut she thought nothing became him more.--
It was with himof so simpleyet so dignified a nature.--
She could not but recall the attempt with great satisfaction.
It spoke such perfect amity.--He left them immediately afterwards--
gone in a moment. He always moved with the alertness of a mind which
could neither be undecided nor dilatorybut now he seemed more sudden
than usual in his disappearance.

Emma could not regret her having gone to Miss Batesbut she wished
she had left her ten minutes earlier;--it would have been a great
pleasure to talk over Jane Fairfax's situation with Mr. Knightley.--
Neither would she regret that he should be going to Brunswick Square
for she knew how much his visit would be enjoyed--but it might have
happened at a better time--and to have had longer notice of it
would have been pleasanter.--They parted thorough friendshowever;
she could not be deceived as to the meaning of his countenance
and his unfinished gallantry;--it was all done to assure her that she
had fully recovered his good opinion.--He had been sitting with them
half an hourshe found. It was a pity that she had not come
back earlier!

In the hope of diverting her father's thoughts from the disagreeableness
of Mr. Knightley's going to London; and going so suddenly;
and going on horsebackwhich she knew would be all very bad;
Emma communicated her news of Jane Fairfaxand her dependence
on the effect was justified; it supplied a very useful check--
interestedwithout disturbing him. He had long made up his mind to Jane
Fairfax's going out as governessand could talk of it cheerfully
but Mr. Knightley's going to London had been an unexpected blow.

I am very glad, indeed, my dear, to hear she is to be so
comfortably settled. Mrs. Elton is very good-natured and agreeable,
and I dare say her acquaintance are just what they ought
to be. I hope it is a dry situation, and that her health
will be taken good care of. It ought to be a first object,
as I am sure poor Miss Taylor's always was with me. You know,
my dear, she is going to be to this new lady what Miss Taylor
was to us. And I hope she will be better off in one respect,
and not be induced to go away after it has been her home so long.

The following day brought news from Richmond to throw every
thing else into the background. An express arrived at Randalls
to announce the death of Mrs. Churchill! Though her nephew
had had no particular reason to hasten back on her account
she had not lived above six-and-thirty hours after his return.
A sudden seizure of a different nature from any thing foreboded
by her general statehad carried her off after a short struggle.

The great Mrs. Churchill was no more.

It was felt as such things must be felt. Every body had a
degree of gravity and sorrow; tenderness towards the departed
solicitude for the surviving friends; andin a reasonable time
curiosity to know where she would be buried. Goldsmith tells us
that when lovely woman stoops to follyshe has nothing to do
but to die; and when she stoops to be disagreeableit is equally
to be recommended as a clearer of ill-fame. Mrs. Churchill
after being disliked at least twenty-five yearswas now spoken of
with compassionate allowances. In one point she was fully justified.
She had never been admitted before to be seriously ill. The event
acquitted her of all the fancifulnessand all the selfishness
of imaginary complaints.

Poor Mrs. Churchill! no doubt she had been suffering a great deal:
more than any body had ever supposed--and continual pain would try
the temper. It was a sad event--a great shock--with all her faults,
what would Mr. Churchill do without her? Mr. Churchill's loss
would be dreadful indeed. Mr. Churchill would never get over it.--
Even Mr. Weston shook his headand looked solemnand said
Ah! poor woman, who would have thought it!and resolvedthat his
mourning should be as handsome as possible; and his wife sat sighing
and moralising over her broad hems with a commiseration and good sense
true and steady. How it would affect Frank was among the earliest
thoughts of both. It was also a very early speculation with Emma.
The character of Mrs. Churchillthe grief of her husband--her mind
glanced over them both with awe and compassion--and then rested
with lightened feelings on how Frank might be affected by the event
how benefitedhow freed. She saw in a moment all the possible good.
Nowan attachment to Harriet Smith would have nothing to encounter.
Mr. Churchillindependent of his wifewas feared by nobody;
an easyguidable manto be persuaded into any thing by his nephew.
All that remained to be wished wasthat the nephew should form
the attachmentaswith all her goodwill in the causeEmma could feel
no certainty of its being already formed.

Harriet behaved extremely well on the occasionwith great self-command.
What ever she might feel of brighter hopeshe betrayed nothing. Emma was
gratifiedto observe such a proof in her of strengthened character
and refrained from any allusion that might endanger its maintenance.
They spokethereforeof Mrs. Churchill's death with mutual forbearance.

Short letters from Frank were received at Randallscommunicating
all that was immediately important of their state and plans.
Mr. Churchill was better than could be expected; and their
first removalon the departure of the funeral for Yorkshire
was to be to the house of a very old friend in Windsorto whom
Mr. Churchill had been promising a visit the last ten years.
At presentthere was nothing to be done for Harriet; good wishes
for the future were all that could yet be possible on Emma's side.

It was a more pressing concern to shew attention to Jane Fairfax
whose prospects were closingwhile Harriet's openedand whose
engagements now allowed of no delay in any one at Highburywho wished
to shew her kindness--and with Emma it was grown into a first wish.
She had scarcely a stronger regret than for her past coldness;
and the personwhom she had been so many months neglectingwas now
the very one on whom she would have lavished every distinction of
regard or sympathy. She wanted to be of use to her; wanted to shew
a value for her societyand testify respect and consideration.
She resolved to prevail on her to spend a day at Hartfield.
A note was written to urge it. The invitation was refusedand by
a verbal message. "Miss Fairfax was not well enough to write;"

and when Mr. Perry called at Hartfieldthe same morning
it appeared that she was so much indisposed as to have been visited
though against her own consentby himselfand that she was suffering
under severe headachesand a nervous fever to a degreewhich made
him doubt the possibility of her going to Mrs. Smallridge's at the
time proposed. Her health seemed for the moment completely deranged-appetite
quite gone--and though there were no absolutely
alarming symptomsnothing touching the pulmonary complaint
which was the standing apprehension of the familyMr. Perry was
uneasy about her. He thought she had undertaken more than she
was equal toand that she felt it so herselfthough she would
not own it. Her spirits seemed overcome. Her present home
he could not but observewas unfavourable to a nervous disorder:-confined
always to one room;--he could have wished it otherwise-and
her good auntthough his very old friendhe must acknowledge
to be not the best companion for an invalid of that description.
Her care and attention could not be questioned; they werein fact
only too great. He very much feared that Miss Fairfax derived more
evil than good from them. Emma listened with the warmest concern;
grieved for her more and moreand looked around eager to discover
some way of being useful. To take her--be it only an hour
or two--from her auntto give her change of air and scene
and quiet rational conversationeven for an hour or two
might do her good; and the following morning she wrote again to say
in the most feeling language she could commandthat she would
call for her in the carriage at any hour that Jane would name-mentioning
that she had Mr. Perry's decided opinionin favour
of such exercise for his patient. The answer was only in this
short note:

Miss Fairfax's compliments and thanks, but is quite unequal
to any exercise.

Emma felt that her own note had deserved something better; but it
was impossible to quarrel with wordswhose tremulous inequality
shewed indisposition so plainlyand she thought only of how she
might best counteract this unwillingness to be seen or assisted.
In spite of the answerthereforeshe ordered the carriageand drove
to Mrs. Bates'sin the hope that Jane would be induced to join her-but
it would not do;--Miss Bates came to the carriage doorall gratitude
and agreeing with her most earnestly in thinking an airing might be of
the greatest service--and every thing that message could do was tried-but
all in vain. Miss Bates was obliged to return without success;
Jane was quite unpersuadable; the mere proposal of going out
seemed to make her worse.--Emma wished she could have seen her
and tried her own powers; butalmost before she could hint the wish
Miss Bates made it appear that she had promised her niece on
no account to let Miss Woodhouse in. "Indeedthe truth was
that poor dear Jane could not bear to see any body--any body at all--
Mrs. Eltonindeedcould not be denied--and Mrs. Cole had made
such a point--and Mrs. Perry had said so much--butexcept them
Jane would really see nobody."

Emma did not want to be classed with the Mrs. Eltonsthe Mrs. Perrys
and the Mrs. Coleswho would force themselves anywhere;
neither could she feel any right of preference herself-she
submittedthereforeand only questioned Miss Bates farther
as to her niece's appetite and dietwhich she longed to be able
to assist. On that subject poor Miss Bates was very unhappy
and very communicative; Jane would hardly eat any thing:--
Mr. Perry recommended nourishing food; but every thing they could
command (and never had any body such good neighbours) was distasteful.

Emmaon reaching homecalled the housekeeper directlyto an

examination of her stores; and some arrowroot of very superior quality
was speedily despatched to Miss Bates with a most friendly note.
In half an hour the arrowroot was returnedwith a thousand thanks
from Miss Batesbut "dear Jane would not be satisfied without its
being sent back; it was a thing she could not take--andmoreover
she insisted on her sayingthat she was not at all in want of any thing."

When Emma afterwards heard that Jane Fairfax had been seen wandering
about the meadowsat some distance from Highburyon the afternoon
of the very day on which she hadunder the plea of being unequal
to any exerciseso peremptorily refused to go out with her in
the carriageshe could have no doubt--putting every thing together--
that Jane was resolved to receive no kindness from her. She was sorry
very sorry. Her heart was grieved for a state which seemed
but the more pitiable from this sort of irritation of spirits
inconsistency of actionand inequality of powers; and it mortified
her that she was given so little credit for proper feelingor esteemed
so little worthy as a friend: but she had the consolation of knowing
that her intentions were goodand of being able to say to herself
that could Mr. Knightley have been privy to all her attempts
of assisting Jane Fairfaxcould he even have seen into her heart
he would noton this occasionhave found any thing to reprove.


One morningabout ten days after Mrs. Churchill's decease
Emma was called downstairs to Mr. Westonwho "could not stay
five minutesand wanted particularly to speak with her."--
He met her at the parlour-doorand hardly asking her how she did
in the natural key of his voicesunk it immediatelyto say
unheard by her father

Can you come to Randalls at any time this morning?--Do, if it
be possible. Mrs. Weston wants to see you. She must see you.

Is she unwell?

No, no, not at all--only a little agitated. She would have
ordered the carriage, and come to you, but she must see you alone,
and that you know--(nodding towards her father)--Humph!--Can you come?

Certainly. This moment, if you please. It is impossible to
refuse what you ask in such a way. But what can be the matter?--
Is she really not ill?

Depend upon me--but ask no more questions. You will know it
all in time. The most unaccountable business! But hush, hush!

To guess what all this meantwas impossible even for Emma.
Something really important seemed announced by his looks;
butas her friend was wellshe endeavoured not to be uneasy
and settling it with her fatherthat she would take her walk now
she and Mr. Weston were soon out of the house together and on
their way at a quick pace for Randalls.

Now,--said Emmawhen they were fairly beyond the sweep gates--
now Mr. Weston, do let me know what has happened.

No, no,--he gravely replied.--"Don't ask me. I promised my wife
to leave it all to her. She will break it to you better than I can.
Do not be impatientEmma; it will all come out too soon."

Break it to me,cried Emmastanding still with terror.--
Good God!--Mr. Weston, tell me at once.--Something has happened
in Brunswick Square. I know it has. Tell me, I charge you tell
me this moment what it is.

No, indeed you are mistaken.--

Mr. Weston do not trifle with me.--Consider how many of my dearest
friends are now in Brunswick Square. Which of them is it?--
I charge you by all that is sacred, not to attempt concealment.

Upon my word, Emma.--

Your word!--why not your honour!--why not say upon your honour,
that it has nothing to do with any of them? Good Heavens!--What can
be to be broke to me, that does not relate to one of that family?

Upon my honour,said he very seriouslyit does not. It is not
in the smallest degree connected with any human being of the name
of Knightley.

Emma's courage returnedand she walked on.

I was wrong,he continuedin talking of its being broke to you.
I should not have used the expression. In fact, it does not concern you--
it concerns only myself,--that is, we hope.--Humph!--In short,
my dear Emma, there is no occasion to be so uneasy about it.
I don't say that it is not a disagreeable business--but things might
be much worse.--If we walk fast, we shall soon be at Randalls.

Emma found that she must wait; and now it required little effort.
She asked no more questions thereforemerely employed her own fancy
and that soon pointed out to her the probability of its being some
money concern--something just come to lightof a disagreeable
nature in the circumstances of the family--something which the late
event at Richmond had brought forward. Her fancy was very active.
Half a dozen natural childrenperhaps--and poor Frank cut off!--
Thisthough very undesirablewould be no matter of agony to her.
It inspired little more than an animating curiosity.

Who is that gentleman on horseback?said sheas they proceeded--
speaking more to assist Mr. Weston in keeping his secretthan with
any other view.

I do not know.--One of the Otways.--Not Frank;--it is not Frank,
I assure you. You will not see him. He is half way to Windsor
by this time.

Has your son been with you, then?

Oh! yes--did not you know?--Well, well, never mind.

For a moment he was silent; and then addedin a tone much more
guarded and demure

Yes, Frank came over this morning, just to ask us how we did.

They hurried onand were speedily at Randalls.--"Wellmy dear
said he, as they entered the room--I have brought herand now
I hope you will soon be better. I shall leave you together.
There is no use in delay. I shall not be far offif you want me."--
And Emma distinctly heard him addin a lower tonebefore he
quitted the room--"I have been as good as my word. She has not the

least idea."

Mrs. Weston was looking so illand had an air of so much perturbation
that Emma's uneasiness increased; and the moment they were alone
she eagerly said

What is it my dear friend? Something of a very unpleasant nature,
I find, has occurred;--do let me know directly what it is.
I have been walking all this way in complete suspense. We both
abhor suspense. Do not let mine continue longer. It will do you
good to speak of your distress, whatever it may be.

Have you indeed no idea?said Mrs. Weston in a trembling voice.
Cannot you, my dear Emma--cannot you form a guess as to what you
are to hear?

So far as that it relates to Mr. Frank Churchill, I do guess.

You are right. It does relate to him, and I will tell you directly;
(resuming her workand seeming resolved against looking up.)
He has been here this very morning, on a most extraordinary errand.
It is impossible to express our surprize. He came to speak to his
father on a subject,--to announce an attachment--

She stopped to breathe. Emma thought first of herselfand then
of Harriet.

More than an attachment, indeed,resumed Mrs. Weston; "an engagement--
a positive engagement.--What will you sayEmma--what will any
body saywhen it is known that Frank Churchill and Miss Fairfax
are engaged;--naythat they have been long engaged!"

Emma even jumped with surprize;--andhorror-struckexclaimed

Jane Fairfax!--Good God! You are not serious? You do not mean it?

You may well be amazed,returned Mrs. Westonstill averting her eyes
and talking on with eagernessthat Emma might have time to recover--
You may well be amazed. But it is even so. There has been a solemn
engagement between them ever since October--formed at Weymouth,
and kept a secret from every body. Not a creature knowing it
but themselves--neither the Campbells, nor her family, nor his.--
It is so wonderful, that though perfectly convinced of the fact,
it is yet almost incredible to myself. I can hardly believe it.--
I thought I knew him.

Emma scarcely heard what was said.--Her mind was divided between
two ideas--her own former conversations with him about Miss Fairfax;
and poor Harriet;--and for some time she could only exclaim
and require confirmationrepeated confirmation.

Well,said she at lasttrying to recover herself; "this is a
circumstance which I must think of at least half a daybefore I
can at all comprehend it. What!--engaged to her all the winter--
before either of them came to Highbury?"

Engaged since October,--secretly engaged.--It has hurt me,
Emma, very much. It has hurt his father equally. Some part
of his conduct we cannot excuse.

Emma pondered a momentand then repliedI will not pretend
not to understand you; and to give you all the relief in my power,
be assured that no such effect has followed his attentions to me,
as you are apprehensive of.

Mrs. Weston looked upafraid to believe; but Emma's countenance
was as steady as her words.

That you may have less difficulty in believing this boast, of my
present perfect indifference,she continuedI will farther tell you,
that there was a period in the early part of our acquaintance,
when I did like him, when I was very much disposed to be
attached to him--nay, was attached--and how it came to cease,
is perhaps the wonder. Fortunately, however, it did cease.
I have really for some time past, for at least these three months,
cared nothing about him. You may believe me, Mrs. Weston.
This is the simple truth.

Mrs. Weston kissed her with tears of joy; and when she could
find utteranceassured herthat this protestation had done
her more good than any thing else in the world could do.

Mr. Weston will be almost as much relieved as myself,said she.
On this point we have been wretched. It was our darling wish that you
might be attached to each other--and we were persuaded that it was so.--
Imagine what we have been feeling on your account.

I have escaped; and that I should escape, may be a matter of
grateful wonder to you and myself. But this does not acquit him,
Mrs. Weston; and I must say, that I think him greatly to blame.
What right had he to come among us with affection and faith engaged,
and with manners so very disengaged? What right had he to endeavour
to please, as he certainly did--to distinguish any one young woman with
persevering attention, as he certainly did--while he really belonged
to another?--How could he tell what mischief he might be doing?--
How could he tell that he might not be making me in love with him?--
very wrong, very wrong indeed.

From something that he said, my dear Emma, I rather imagine--

And how could she bear such behaviour! Composure with a witness!
to look on, while repeated attentions were offering to another woman,
before her face, and not resent it.--That is a degree of placidity,
which I can neither comprehend nor respect.

There were misunderstandings between them, Emma; he said
so expressly. He had not time to enter into much explanation.
He was here only a quarter of an hour, and in a state of agitation
which did not allow the full use even of the time he could stay--
but that there had been misunderstandings he decidedly said.
The present crisis, indeed, seemed to be brought on by them;
and those misunderstandings might very possibly arise from the
impropriety of his conduct.

Impropriety! Oh! Mrs. Weston--it is too calm a censure.
Much, much beyond impropriety!--It has sunk him, I cannot say how
it has sunk him in my opinion. So unlike what a man should be!--
None of that upright integrity, that strict adherence to truth
and principle, that disdain of trick and littleness, which a man
should display in every transaction of his life.

Nay, dear Emma, now I must take his part; for though he has been
wrong in this instance, I have known him long enough to answer
for his having many, very many, good qualities; and--

Good God!cried Emmanot attending to her.--"Mrs. Smallridgetoo!
Jane actually on the point of going as governess! What could he
mean by such horrible indelicacy? To suffer her to engage herself--

to suffer her even to think of such a measure!"

He knew nothing about it, Emma. On this article I can fully
acquit him. It was a private resolution of hers, not communicated
to him--or at least not communicated in a way to carry conviction.--
Till yesterday, I know he said he was in the dark as to her plans.
They burst on him, I do not know how, but by some letter or message-and
it was the discovery of what she was doing, of this very project
of hers, which determined him to come forward at once, own it
all to his uncle, throw himself on his kindness, and, in short,
put an end to the miserable state of concealment that had been
carrying on so long.

Emma began to listen better.

I am to hear from him soon,continued Mrs. Weston. "He told me
at partingthat he should soon write; and he spoke in a manner which
seemed to promise me many particulars that could not be given now.
Let us waitthereforefor this letter. It may bring many extenuations.
It may make many things intelligible and excusable which now are
not to be understood. Don't let us be severedon't let us be in
a hurry to condemn him. Let us have patience. I must love him;
and now that I am satisfied on one pointthe one material point
I am sincerely anxious for its all turning out welland ready
to hope that it may. They must both have suffered a great deal
under such a system of secresy and concealment."

His sufferings,replied Emma drylydo not appear to have done
him much harm. Well, and how did Mr. Churchill take it?

Most favourably for his nephew--gave his consent with scarcely
a difficulty. Conceive what the events of a week have done
in that family! While poor Mrs. Churchill lived, I suppose there
could not have been a hope, a chance, a possibility;--but scarcely
are her remains at rest in the family vault, than her husband is
persuaded to act exactly opposite to what she would have required.
What a blessing it is, when undue influence does not survive the grave!--
He gave his consent with very little persuasion.

Ah!thought Emmahe would have done as much for Harriet.

This was settled last night, and Frank was off with the light
this morning. He stopped at Highbury, at the Bates's, I fancy,
some time--and then came on hither; but was in such a hurry to get
back to his uncle, to whom he is just now more necessary than ever,
that, as I tell you, he could stay with us but a quarter of an hour.--
He was very much agitated--very much, indeed--to a degree that made
him appear quite a different creature from any thing I had ever seen
him before.--In addition to all the rest, there had been the shock of
finding her so very unwell, which he had had no previous suspicion of-and
there was every appearance of his having been feeling a great deal.

And do you really believe the affair to have been carrying on
with such perfect secresy?--The Campbells, the Dixons, did none
of them know of the engagement?

Emma could not speak the name of Dixon without a little blush.

None; not one. He positively said that it had been known to no
being in the world but their two selves.

Well,said EmmaI suppose we shall gradually grow reconciled
to the idea, and I wish them very happy. But I shall always
think it a very abominable sort of proceeding. What has it been

but a system of hypocrisy and deceit,--espionage, and treachery?--
To come among us with professions of openness and simplicity;
and such a league in secret to judge us all!--Here have we been,
the whole winter and spring, completely duped, fancying ourselves
all on an equal footing of truth and honour, with two people in the
midst of us who may have been carrying round, comparing and sitting
in judgment on sentiments and words that were never meant for both
to hear.--They must take the consequence, if they have heard each
other spoken of in a way not perfectly agreeable!

I am quite easy on that head,replied Mrs. Weston. "I am
very sure that I never said any thing of either to the other
which both might not have heard."

You are in luck.--Your only blunder was confined to my ear,
when you imagined a certain friend of ours in love with the lady.

True. But as I have always had a thoroughly good opinion of Miss
Fairfax, I never could, under any blunder, have spoken ill of her;
and as to speaking ill of him, there I must have been safe.

At this moment Mr. Weston appeared at a little distance from the window
evidently on the watch. His wife gave him a look which invited
him in; andwhile he was coming roundaddedNow, dearest Emma,
let me intreat you to say and look every thing that may set his
heart at ease, and incline him to be satisfied with the match.
Let us make the best of it--and, indeed, almost every thing may
be fairly said in her favour. It is not a connexion to gratify;
but if Mr. Churchill does not feel that, why should we? and it
may be a very fortunate circumstance for him, for Frank, I mean,
that he should have attached himself to a girl of such steadiness
of character and good judgment as I have always given her credit for--
and still am disposed to give her credit for, in spite of this
one great deviation from the strict rule of right. And how much
may be said in her situation for even that error!

Much, indeed!cried Emma feelingly. "If a woman can ever
be excused for thinking only of herselfit is in a situation
like Jane Fairfax's.--Of suchone may almost saythat `the
world is not their'snor the world's law.'"

She met Mr. Weston on his entrancewith a smiling countenance

A very pretty trick you have been playing me, upon my word!
This was a device, I suppose, to sport with my curiosity,
and exercise my talent of guessing. But you really frightened me.
I thought you had lost half your property, at least. And here,
instead of its being a matter of condolence, it turns out to be one
of congratulation.--I congratulate you, Mr. Weston, with all my heart,
on the prospect of having one of the most lovely and accomplished
young women in England for your daughter.

A glance or two between him and his wifeconvinced him that all was
as right as this speech proclaimed; and its happy effect on his spirits
was immediate. His air and voice recovered their usual briskness:
he shook her heartily and gratefully by the handand entered
on the subject in a manner to provethat he now only wanted
time and persuasion to think the engagement no very bad thing.
His companions suggested only what could palliate imprudence
or smooth objections; and by the time they had talked it all
over togetherand he had talked it all over again with Emma
in their walk back to Hartfieldhe was become perfectly reconciled
and not far from thinking it the very best thing that Frank could

possibly have done.


Harriet, poor Harriet!--Those were the words; in them lay the
tormenting ideas which Emma could not get rid ofand which constituted
the real misery of the business to her. Frank Churchill had behaved
very ill by herself--very ill in many ways--but it was not so much
his behaviour as her ownwhich made her so angry with him.
It was the scrape which he had drawn her into on Harriet's account
that gave the deepest hue to his offence.--Poor Harriet! to be a second
time the dupe of her misconceptions and flattery. Mr. Knightley
had spoken propheticallywhen he once saidEmma, you have been
no friend to Harriet Smith.--She was afraid she had done her nothing
but disservice.--It was true that she had not to charge herself
in this instance as in the formerwith being the sole and original
author of the mischief; with having suggested such feelings as might
otherwise never have entered Harriet's imagination; for Harriet
had acknowledged her admiration and preference of Frank Churchill
before she had ever given her a hint on the subject; but she felt
completely guilty of having encouraged what she might have repressed.
She might have prevented the indulgence and increase of such sentiments.
Her influence would have been enough. And now she was very conscious
that she ought to have prevented them.--She felt that she had been
risking her friend's happiness on most insufficient grounds.
Common sense would have directed her to tell Harrietthat she
must not allow herself to think of himand that there were five
hundred chances to one against his ever caring for her.--"Butwith
common sense she added, I am afraid I have had little to do."

She was extremely angry with herself. If she could not have been
angry with Frank Churchill tooit would have been dreadful.--
As for Jane Fairfaxshe might at least relieve her feelings
from any present solicitude on her account. Harriet would
be anxiety enough; she need no longer be unhappy about Jane
whose troubles and whose ill-health havingof coursethe same origin
must be equally under cure.--Her days of insignificance and evil
were over.--She would soon be welland happyand prosperous.-Emma
could now imagine why her own attentions had been slighted.
This discovery laid many smaller matters open. No doubt it had been
from jealousy.--In Jane's eyes she had been a rival; and well might
any thing she could offer of assistance or regard be repulsed.
An airing in the Hartfield carriage would have been the rack
and arrowroot from the Hartfield storeroom must have been poison.
She understood it all; and as far as her mind could disengage itself
from the injustice and selfishness of angry feelingsshe acknowledged
that Jane Fairfax would have neither elevation nor happiness beyond
her desert. But poor Harriet was such an engrossing charge!
There was little sympathy to be spared for any body else.
Emma was sadly fearful that this second disappointment would be
more severe than the first. Considering the very superior claims
of the objectit ought; and judging by its apparently stronger effect
on Harriet's mindproducing reserve and self-commandit would.--
She must communicate the painful truthhoweverand as soon
as possible. An injunction of secresy had been among Mr. Weston's
parting words. "For the presentthe whole affair was to be
completely a secret. Mr. Churchill had made a point of it
as a token of respect to the wife he had so very recently lost;
and every body admitted it to be no more than due decorum."-Emma
had promised; but still Harriet must be excepted. It was her
superior duty.

In spite of her vexationshe could not help feeling it almost ridiculous
that she should have the very same distressing and delicate office to
perform by Harrietwhich Mrs. Weston had just gone through by herself.
The intelligencewhich had been so anxiously announced to her
she was now to be anxiously announcing to another. Her heart beat
quick on hearing Harriet's footstep and voice; soshe supposed
had poor Mrs. Weston felt when she was approaching Randalls.
Could the event of the disclosure bear an equal resemblance!--
But of thatunfortunatelythere could be no chance.

Well, Miss Woodhouse!cried Harrietcoming eagerly into the room--
is not this the oddest news that ever was?

What news do you mean?replied Emmaunable to guessby look
or voicewhether Harriet could indeed have received any hint.

About Jane Fairfax. Did you ever hear any thing so strange?
Oh!--you need not be afraid of owning it to me, for Mr. Weston has
told me himself. I met him just now. He told me it was to be
a great secret; and, therefore, I should not think of mentioning
it to any body but you, but he said you knew it.

What did Mr. Weston tell you?--said Emmastill perplexed.

Oh! he told me all about it; that Jane Fairfax and Mr. Frank
Churchill are to be married, and that they have been privately
engaged to one another this long while. How very odd!

It wasindeedso odd; Harriet's behaviour was so extremely odd
that Emma did not know how to understand it. Her character appeared
absolutely changed. She seemed to propose shewing no agitation
or disappointmentor peculiar concern in the discovery. Emma looked
at herquite unable to speak.

Had you any idea,cried Harrietof his being in love
with her?--You, perhaps, might.--You (blushing as she spoke)
who can see into every body's heart; but nobody else--

Upon my word,said EmmaI begin to doubt my having any such talent.
Can you seriously ask me, Harriet, whether I imagined him attached
to another woman at the very time that I was--tacitly, if not openly--
encouraging you to give way to your own feelings?--I never had
the slightest suspicion, till within the last hour, of Mr. Frank
Churchill's having the least regard for Jane Fairfax. You may be
very sure that if I had, I should have cautioned you accordingly.

Me!cried Harrietcolouringand astonished. "Why should you
caution me?--You do not think I care about Mr. Frank Churchill."

I am delighted to hear you speak so stoutly on the subject,
replied Emmasmiling; "but you do not mean to deny that there
was a time--and not very distant either--when you gave me reason
to understand that you did care about him?"

Him!--never, never. Dear Miss Woodhouse, how could you so mistake me?
turning away distressed.

Harriet!cried Emmaafter a moment's pause--"What do you mean?--
Good Heaven! what do you mean?--Mistake you!--Am I to suppose then?--"

She could not speak another word.--Her voice was lost; and she
sat downwaiting in great terror till Harriet should answer.

Harrietwho was standing at some distanceand with face turned
from herdid not immediately say any thing; and when she did speak
it was in a voice nearly as agitated as Emma's.

I should not have thought it possible,she beganthat you
could have misunderstood me! I know we agreed never to name him-but
considering how infinitely superior he is to every body else,
I should not have thought it possible that I could be supposed
to mean any other person. Mr. Frank Churchill, indeed! I do not
know who would ever look at him in the company of the other.
I hope I have a better taste than to think of Mr. Frank Churchill,
who is like nobody by his side. And that you should have been
so mistaken, is amazing!--I am sure, but for believing that you
entirely approved and meant to encourage me in my attachment,
I should have considered it at first too great a presumption almost,
to dare to think of him. At first, if you had not told me
that more wonderful things had happened; that there had been
matches of greater disparity (those were your very words);-I
should not have dared to give way to--I should not have thought
it possible--But if you, who had been always acquainted with him--

Harriet!cried Emmacollecting herself resolutely--"Let us
understand each other nowwithout the possibility of farther mistake.
Are you speaking of--Mr. Knightley?"

To be sure I am. I never could have an idea of any body else-and
so I thought you knew. When we talked about him, it was as clear
as possible.

Not quite,returned Emmawith forced calmnessfor all that
you then said, appeared to me to relate to a different person.
I could almost assert that you had named Mr. Frank Churchill.
I am sure the service Mr. Frank Churchill had rendered you,
in protecting you from the gipsies, was spoken of.

Oh! Miss Woodhouse, how you do forget!

My dear Harriet, I perfectly remember the substance of what I
said on the occasion. I told you that I did not wonder at
your attachment; that considering the service he had rendered you,
it was extremely natural:--and you agreed to it, expressing yourself
very warmly as to your sense of that service, and mentioning
even what your sensations had been in seeing him come forward
to your rescue.--The impression of it is strong on my memory.

Oh, dear,cried Harrietnow I recollect what you mean; but I
was thinking of something very different at the time. It was not
the gipsies--it was not Mr. Frank Churchill that I meant. No! (with
some elevation) I was thinking of a much more precious circumstance-of
Mr. Knightley's coming and asking me to dance, when Mr. Elton
would not stand up with me; and when there was no other partner in
the room. That was the kind action; that was the noble benevolence
and generosity; that was the service which made me begin to feel
how superior he was to every other being upon earth.

Good God!cried Emmathis has been a most unfortunate-most
deplorable mistake!--What is to be done?

You would not have encouraged me, then, if you had understood me?
At least, however, I cannot be worse off than I should have been,
if the other had been the person; and now--it is possible--

She paused a few moments. Emma could not speak.

I do not wonder, Miss Woodhouse,she resumedthat you should feel
a great difference between the two, as to me or as to any body.
You must think one five hundred million times more above me than
the other. But I hope, Miss Woodhouse, that supposing--that if-strange
as it may appear--. But you know they were your own words,
that more wonderful things had happened, matches of greater disparity
had taken place than between Mr. Frank Churchill and me; and, therefore,
it seems as if such a thing even as this, may have occurred before-and
if I should be so fortunate, beyond expression, as to-if
Mr. Knightley should really--if he does not mind the disparity,
I hope, dear Miss Woodhouse, you will not set yourself against it,
and try to put difficulties in the way. But you are too good for that,
I am sure.

Harriet was standing at one of the windows. Emma turned round
to look at her in consternationand hastily said

Have you any idea of Mr. Knightley's returning your affection?

Yes,replied Harriet modestlybut not fearfully--"I must say
that I have."

Emma's eyes were instantly withdrawn; and she sat silently meditating
in a fixed attitudefor a few minutes. A few minutes were sufficient
for making her acquainted with her own heart. A mind like hers
once opening to suspicionmade rapid progress. She touched-she
admitted--she acknowledged the whole truth. Why was it
so much worse that Harriet should be in love with Mr. Knightley
than with Frank Churchill? Why was the evil so dreadfully increased
by Harriet's having some hope of a return? It darted through her
with the speed of an arrowthat Mr. Knightley must marry no one
but herself!

Her own conductas well as her own heartwas before her in the
same few minutes. She saw it all with a clearness which had
never blessed her before. How improperly had she been acting
by Harriet! How inconsideratehow indelicatehow irrational
how unfeeling had been her conduct! What blindnesswhat madness
had led her on! It struck her with dreadful forceand she
was ready to give it every bad name in the world. Some portion
of respect for herselfhoweverin spite of all these demerits-some
concern for her own appearanceand a strong sense of justice
by Harriet--(there would be no need of compassion to the girl
who believed herself loved by Mr. Knightley--but justice required
that she should not be made unhappy by any coldness now)
gave Emma the resolution to sit and endure farther with calmness
with even apparent kindness.--For her own advantage indeedit was fit
that the utmost extent of Harriet's hopes should be enquired into;
and Harriet had done nothing to forfeit the regard and interest
which had been so voluntarily formed and maintained--or to deserve
to be slighted by the personwhose counsels had never led her right.--
Rousing from reflectionthereforeand subduing her emotion
she turned to Harriet againandin a more inviting accentrenewed
the conversation; for as to the subject which had first introduced it
the wonderful story of Jane Fairfaxthat was quite sunk and lost.--
Neither of them thought but of Mr. Knightley and themselves.

Harrietwho had been standing in no unhappy reveriewas yet very glad
to be called from itby the now encouraging manner of such a judge
and such a friend as Miss Woodhouseand only wanted invitation
to give the history of her hopes with greatthough trembling
delight.--Emma's tremblings as she askedand as she listened
were better concealed than Harriet'sbut they were not less.
Her voice was not unsteady; but her mind was in all the perturbation

that such a development of selfsuch a burst of threatening evil
such a confusion of sudden and perplexing emotionsmust create.--
She listened with much inward sufferingbut with great outward
patienceto Harriet's detail.--Methodicalor well arranged
or very well deliveredit could not be expected to be;
but it containedwhen separated from all the feebleness and
tautology of the narrationa substance to sink her spirit--
especially with the corroborating circumstanceswhich her own memory
brought in favour of Mr. Knightley's most improved opinion of Harriet.

Harriet had been conscious of a difference in his behaviour ever since
those two decisive dances.--Emma knew that he hadon that occasion
found her much superior to his expectation. From that evening
or at least from the time of Miss Woodhouse's encouraging her
to think of himHarriet had begun to be sensible of his talking
to her much more than he had been used to doand of his having
indeed quite a different manner towards her; a manner of kindness
and sweetness!--Latterly she had been more and more aware of it.
When they had been all walking togetherhe had so often come and walked
by herand talked so very delightfully!--He seemed to want to be
acquainted with her. Emma knew it to have been very much the case.
She had often observed the changeto almost the same extent.--
Harriet repeated expressions of approbation and praise from him--
and Emma felt them to be in the closest agreement with what she had
known of his opinion of Harriet. He praised her for being without
art or affectationfor having simplehonestgenerousfeelings.--
She knew that he saw such recommendations in Harriet; he had dwelt
on them to her more than once.--Much that lived in Harriet's memory
many little particulars of the notice she had received from hima look
a speecha removal from one chair to anothera compliment implied
a preference inferredhad been unnoticedbecause unsuspected
by Emma. Circumstances that might swell to half an hour's relation
and contained multiplied proofs to her who had seen themhad passed
undiscerned by her who now heard them; but the two latest occurrences
to be mentionedthe two of strongest promise to Harrietwere not
without some degree of witness from Emma herself.--The first
was his walking with her apart from the othersin the lime-walk
at Donwellwhere they had been walking some time before Emma came
and he had taken pains (as she was convinced) to draw her from
the rest to himself--and at firsthe had talked to her in a more
particular way than he had ever done beforein a very particular
way indeed!--(Harriet could not recall it without a blush.) He seemed
to be almost asking herwhether her affections were engaged.--
But as soon as she (Miss Woodhouse) appeared likely to join them
he changed the subjectand began talking about farming:--
The secondwas his having sat talking with her nearly half an hour
before Emma came back from her visitthe very last morning of his
being at Hartfield--thoughwhen he first came inhe had said
that he could not stay five minutes--and his having told her
during their conversationthat though he must go to London
it was very much against his inclination that he left home at all
which was much more (as Emma felt) than he had acknowledged to her.
The superior degree of confidence towards Harrietwhich this one
article markedgave her severe pain.

On the subject of the first of the two circumstancesshe did
after a little reflectionventure the following question.
Might he not?--Is not it possible, that when enquiring, as you thought,
into the state of your affections, he might be alluding to Mr. Martin--
he might have Mr. Martin's interest in view? But Harriet rejected
the suspicion with spirit.

Mr. Martin! No indeed!--There was not a hint of Mr. Martin.
I hope I know better nowthan to care for Mr. Martinor to be

suspected of it."

When Harriet had closed her evidenceshe appealed to her dear
Miss Woodhouseto say whether she had not good ground for hope.

I never should have presumed to think of it at first,said she
but for you. You told me to observe him carefully, and let
his behaviour be the rule of mine--and so I have. But now I seem
to feel that I may deserve him; and that if he does chuse me,
it will not be any thing so very wonderful.

The bitter feelings occasioned by this speechthe many bitter
feelingsmade the utmost exertion necessary on Emma's side
to enable her to say on reply

Harriet, I will only venture to declare, that Mr. Knightley is
the last man in the world, who would intentionally give any woman
the idea of his feeling for her more than he really does.

Harriet seemed ready to worship her friend for a sentence so satisfactory;
and Emma was only saved from raptures and fondnesswhich at
that moment would have been dreadful penanceby the sound of her
father's footsteps. He was coming through the hall. Harriet was
too much agitated to encounter him. "She could not compose herself--
Mr. Woodhouse would be alarmed--she had better go;"--with most ready
encouragement from her friendthereforeshe passed off through
another door--and the moment she was gonethis was the spontaneous
burst of Emma's feelings: "Oh God! that I had never seen her!"

The rest of the daythe following nightwere hardly enough
for her thoughts.--She was bewildered amidst the confusion
of all that had rushed on her within the last few hours.
Every moment had brought a fresh surprize; and every surprize
must be matter of humiliation to her.--How to understand it all!
How to understand the deceptions she had been thus practising
on herselfand living under!--The blundersthe blindness of her
own head and heart!--she sat stillshe walked aboutshe tried her
own roomshe tried the shrubbery--in every placeevery posture
she perceived that she had acted most weakly; that she had been imposed
on by others in a most mortifying degree; that she had been imposing
on herself in a degree yet more mortifying; that she was wretched
and should probably find this day but the beginning of wretchedness.

To understandthoroughly understand her own heartwas the
first endeavour. To that point went every leisure moment which her
father's claims on her allowedand every moment of involuntary
absence of mind.

How long had Mr. Knightley been so dear to heras every feeling
declared him now to be? When had his influencesuch influence begun?--
When had he succeeded to that place in her affectionwhich Frank
Churchill had oncefor a short periodoccupied?--She looked back;
she compared the two--compared themas they had always stood in
her estimationfrom the time of the latter's becoming known to her-and
as they must at any time have been compared by herhad it-oh!
had itby any blessed felicityoccurred to herto institute
the comparison.--She saw that there never had been a time when she
did not consider Mr. Knightley as infinitely the superioror when
his regard for her had not been infinitely the most dear. She saw
that in persuading herselfin fancyingin acting to the contrary
she had been entirely under a delusiontotally ignorant of her
own heart--andin shortthat she had never really cared for Frank
Churchill at all!

This was the conclusion of the first series of reflection.
This was the knowledge of herselfon the first question of inquiry
which she reached; and without being long in reaching it.--
She was most sorrowfully indignant; ashamed of every sensation
but the one revealed to her--her affection for Mr. Knightley.--
Every other part of her mind was disgusting.

With insufferable vanity had she believed herself in the secret of every
body's feelings; with unpardonable arrogance proposed to arrange every
body's destiny. She was proved to have been universally mistaken;
and she had not quite done nothing--for she had done mischief.
She had brought evil on Harrieton herselfand she too much feared
on Mr. Knightley.--Were this most unequal of all connexions to
take placeon her must rest all the reproach of having given it
a beginning; for his attachmentshe must believe to be produced only
by a consciousness of Harriet's;--and even were this not the case
he would never have known Harriet at all but for her folly.

Mr. Knightley and Harriet Smith!--It was a union to distance every
wonder of the kind.--The attachment of Frank Churchill and Jane
Fairfax became commonplacethreadbarestale in the comparison
exciting no surprizepresenting no disparityaffording nothing
to be said or thought.--Mr. Knightley and Harriet Smith!--Such an
elevation on her side! Such a debasement on his! It was horrible
to Emma to think how it must sink him in the general opinion
to foresee the smilesthe sneersthe merriment it would prompt at
his expense; the mortification and disdain of his brotherthe thousand
inconveniences to himself.--Could it be?--No; it was impossible.
And yet it was farvery farfrom impossible.--Was it a new
circumstance for a man of first-rate abilities to be captivated by
very inferior powers? Was it new for oneperhaps too busy to seek
to be the prize of a girl who would seek him?--Was it new for any
thing in this world to be unequalinconsistentincongruous--or for
chance and circumstance (as second causes) to direct the human fate?

Oh! had she never brought Harriet forward! Had she left her where
she oughtand where he had told her she ought!--Had she not
with a folly which no tongue could expressprevented her marrying
the unexceptionable young man who would have made her happy
and respectable in the line of life to which she ought to belong--
all would have been safe; none of this dreadful sequel would have been.

How Harriet could ever have had the presumption to raise
her thoughts to Mr. Knightley!--How she could dare to fancy
herself the chosen of such a man till actually assured of it!--
But Harriet was less humblehad fewer scruples than formerly.--
Her inferioritywhether of mind or situationseemed little felt.--
She had seemed more sensible of Mr. Elton's being to stoop
in marrying herthan she now seemed of Mr. Knightley's.--
Alas! was not that her own doing too? Who had been at pains to give
Harriet notions of self-consequence but herself?--Who but herself
had taught herthat she was to elevate herself if possible
and that her claims were great to a high worldly establishment?--
If Harrietfrom being humblewere grown vainit was her doing too.


Till now that she was threatened with its lossEmma had never known
how much of her happiness depended on being first with Mr. Knightley
first in interest and affection.--Satisfied that it was so
and feeling it her dueshe had enjoyed it without reflection;

and only in the dread of being supplantedfound how inexpressibly
important it had been.--Longvery longshe felt she had been first;
forhaving no female connexions of his ownthere had been
only Isabella whose claims could be compared with hersand she
had always known exactly how far he loved and esteemed Isabella.
She had herself been first with him for many years past.
She had not deserved it; she had often been negligent or perverse
slighting his adviceor even wilfully opposing himinsensible of
half his meritsand quarrelling with him because he would not
acknowledge her false and insolent estimate of her own--but still
from family attachment and habitand thorough excellence of mind
he had loved herand watched over her from a girlwith an endeavour
to improve herand an anxiety for her doing rightwhich no
other creature had at all shared. In spite of all her faults
she knew she was dear to him; might she not sayvery dear?--
When the suggestions of hopehoweverwhich must follow here
presented themselvesshe could not presume to indulge them.
Harriet Smith might think herself not unworthy of being peculiarly
exclusivelypassionately loved by Mr. Knightley. She could not.
She could not flatter herself with any idea of blindness in his attachment
to her. She had received a very recent proof of its impartiality.--
How shocked had he been by her behaviour to Miss Bates! How directly
how strongly had he expressed himself to her on the subject!--Not too
strongly for the offence--but farfar too strongly to issue from
any feeling softer than upright justice and clear-sighted goodwill.--
She had no hopenothing to deserve the name of hopethat he could
have that sort of affection for herself which was now in question;
but there was a hope (at times a slight oneat times much stronger)
that Harriet might have deceived herselfand be overrating his
regard for her.--Wish it she mustfor his sake--be the consequence
nothing to herselfbut his remaining single all his life.
Could she be secure of thatindeedof his never marrying at all
she believed she should be perfectly satisfied.--Let him but continue
the same Mr. Knightley to her and her fatherthe same Mr. Knightley
to all the world; let Donwell and Hartfield lose none of their
precious intercourse of friendship and confidenceand her peace
would be fully secured.--Marriagein factwould not do for her.
It would be incompatible with what she owed to her fatherand with
what she felt for him. Nothing should separate her from her father.
She would not marryeven if she were asked by Mr. Knightley.

It must be her ardent wish that Harriet might be disappointed;
and she hopedthat when able to see them together againshe might at
least be able to ascertain what the chances for it were.--She should
see them henceforward with the closest observance; and wretchedly
as she had hitherto misunderstood even those she was watching
she did not know how to admit that she could be blinded here.--
He was expected back every day. The power of observation would be
soon given--frightfully soon it appeared when her thoughts were in
one course. In the meanwhileshe resolved against seeing Harriet.--
It would do neither of them goodit would do the subject no good
to be talking of it farther.--She was resolved not to be convinced
as long as she could doubtand yet had no authority for opposing
Harriet's confidence. To talk would be only to irritate.--She wrote
to herthereforekindlybut decisivelyto beg that she would not
at presentcome to Hartfield; acknowledging it to be her conviction
that all farther confidential discussion of one topic had better
be avoided; and hopingthat if a few days were allowed to pass before
they met againexcept in the company of others--she objected only
to a tete-a-tete--they might be able to act as if they had forgotten
the conversation of yesterday.--Harriet submittedand approved
and was grateful.

This point was just arrangedwhen a visitor arrived to tear Emma's

thoughts a little from the one subject which had engrossed them
sleeping or wakingthe last twenty-four hours--Mrs. Westonwho had
been calling on her daughter-in-law electand took Hartfield in her
way homealmost as much in duty to Emma as in pleasure to herself
to relate all the particulars of so interesting an interview.

Mr. Weston had accompanied her to Mrs. Bates'sand gone through his
share of this essential attention most handsomely; but she having
then induced Miss Fairfax to join her in an airingwas now returned
with much more to sayand much more to say with satisfaction
than a quarter of an hour spent in Mrs. Bates's parlourwith all
the encumbrance of awkward feelingscould have afforded.

A little curiosity Emma had; and she made the most of it while
her friend related. Mrs. Weston had set off to pay the visit
in a good deal of agitation herself; and in the first place had
wished not to go at all at presentto be allowed merely to write
to Miss Fairfax insteadand to defer this ceremonious call till
a little time had passedand Mr. Churchill could be reconciled
to the engagement's becoming known; asconsidering every thing
she thought such a visit could not be paid without leading to reports:-but
Mr. Weston had thought differently; he was extremely anxious
to shew his approbation to Miss Fairfax and her familyand did not
conceive that any suspicion could be excited by it; or if it were
that it would be of any consequence; for "such things he observed,
always got about." Emma smiledand felt that Mr. Weston had
very good reason for saying so. They had gonein short--and very
great had been the evident distress and confusion of the lady.
She had hardly been able to speak a wordand every look and action
had shewn how deeply she was suffering from consciousness. The quiet
heart-felt satisfaction of the old ladyand the rapturous delight
of her daughter--who proved even too joyous to talk as usual
had been a gratifyingyet almost an affectingscene. They were
both so truly respectable in their happinessso disinterested
in every sensation; thought so much of Jane; so much of every body
and so little of themselvesthat every kindly feeling was at work
for them. Miss Fairfax's recent illness had offered a fair plea
for Mrs. Weston to invite her to an airing; she had drawn back and
declined at firstbuton being pressed had yielded; andin the
course of their driveMrs. Weston hadby gentle encouragement
overcome so much of her embarrassmentas to bring her to converse
on the important subject. Apologies for her seemingly ungracious
silence in their first receptionand the warmest expressions of the
gratitude she was always feeling towards herself and Mr. Weston
must necessarily open the cause; but when these effusions were put by
they had talked a good deal of the present and of the future state
of the engagement. Mrs. Weston was convinced that such conversation
must be the greatest relief to her companionpent up within her own
mind as every thing had so long beenand was very much pleased
with all that she had said on the subject.

On the misery of what she had suffered, during the concealment
of so many months,continued Mrs. Westonshe was energetic.
This was one of her expressions. `I will not say, that since I
entered into the engagement I have not had some happy moments; but I
can say, that I have never known the blessing of one tranquil hour:'-and
the quivering lip, Emma, which uttered it, was an attestation
that I felt at my heart.

Poor girl!said Emma. "She thinks herself wrongthenfor having
consented to a private engagement?"

Wrong! No one, I believe, can blame her more than she is disposed
to blame herself. `The consequence,' said she, `has been a state

of perpetual suffering to me; and so it ought. But after all the
punishment that misconduct can bring, it is still not less misconduct.
Pain is no expiation. I never can be blameless. I have been acting
contrary to all my sense of right; and the fortunate turn that every
thing has taken, and the kindness I am now receiving, is what my
conscience tells me ought not to be.' `Do not imagine, madam,'
she continued, `that I was taught wrong. Do not let any reflection
fall on the principles or the care of the friends who brought
me up. The error has been all my own; and I do assure you that,
with all the excuse that present circumstances may appear to give,
I shall yet dread making the story known to Colonel Campbell.'

Poor girl!said Emma again. "She loves him then excessively
I suppose. It must have been from attachment onlythat she could
be led to form the engagement. Her affection must have overpowered
her judgment."

Yes, I have no doubt of her being extremely attached to him.

I am afraid,returned Emmasighingthat I must often have
contributed to make her unhappy.

On your side, my love, it was very innocently done. But she
probably had something of that in her thoughts, when alluding
to the misunderstandings which he had given us hints of before.
One natural consequence of the evil she had involved herself in,
she saidwas that of making her unreasonable. The consciousness
of having done amiss, had exposed her to a thousand inquietudes,
and made her captious and irritable to a degree that must have been--
that had been--hard for him to bear. `I did not make the allowances,'
said she, `which I ought to have done, for his temper and spirits--
his delightful spirits, and that gaiety, that playfulness
of disposition, which, under any other circumstances, would, I am sure,
have been as constantly bewitching to me, as they were at first.'
She then began to speak of you, and of the great kindness you
had shewn her during her illness; and with a blush which shewed me
how it was all connected, desired me, whenever I had an opportunity,
to thank you--I could not thank you too much--for every wish and
every endeavour to do her good. She was sensible that you had never
received any proper acknowledgment from herself.

If I did not know her to be happy now,said Emmaseriously
which, in spite of every little drawback from her scrupulous
conscience, she must be, I could not bear these thanks;--for, oh!
Mrs. Weston, if there were an account drawn up of the evil
and the good I have done Miss Fairfax!--Well (checking herself,
and trying to be more lively), this is all to be forgotten.
You are very kind to bring me these interesting particulars.
They shew her to the greatest advantage. I am sure she is very good--
I hope she will be very happy. It is fit that the fortune
should be on his side, for I think the merit will be all on hers.

Such a conclusion could not pass unanswered by Mrs. Weston.
She thought well of Frank in almost every respect; andwhat was more
she loved him very muchand her defence wasthereforeearnest.
She talked with a great deal of reasonand at least equal affection--
but she had too much to urge for Emma's attention; it was soon gone
to Brunswick Square or to Donwell; she forgot to attempt to listen;
and when Mrs. Weston ended withWe have not yet had the letter
we are so anxious for, you know, but I hope it will soon come,
she was obliged to pause before she answeredand at last obliged
to answer at randombefore she could at all recollect what letter it
was which they were so anxious for.

Are you well, my Emma?was Mrs. Weston's parting question.

Oh! perfectly. I am always well, you know. Be sure to give me
intelligence of the letter as soon as possible.

Mrs. Weston's communications furnished Emma with more food for
unpleasant reflectionby increasing her esteem and compassion
and her sense of past injustice towards Miss Fairfax. She bitterly
regretted not having sought a closer acquaintance with herand blushed
for the envious feelings which had certainly beenin some measure
the cause. Had she followed Mr. Knightley's known wishesin paying
that attention to Miss Fairfaxwhich was every way her due; had she
tried to know her better; had she done her part towards intimacy;
had she endeavoured to find a friend there instead of in Harriet Smith;
she mustin all probabilityhave been spared from every pain
which pressed on her now.--Birthabilitiesand education
had been equally marking one as an associate for herto be received
with gratitude; and the other--what was she?--Supposing even that
they had never become intimate friends; that she had never been
admitted into Miss Fairfax's confidence on this important matter-which
was most probable--stillin knowing her as she ought
and as she mightshe must have been preserved from the abominable
suspicions of an improper attachment to Mr. Dixonwhich she had
not only so foolishly fashioned and harboured herselfbut had so
unpardonably imparted; an idea which she greatly feared had been made
a subject of material distress to the delicacy of Jane's feelings
by the levity or carelessness of Frank Churchill's. Of all the sources
of evil surrounding the formersince her coming to Highbury
she was persuaded that she must herself have been the worst.
She must have been a perpetual enemy. They never could have been
all three togetherwithout her having stabbed Jane Fairfax's peace
in a thousand instances; and on Box Hillperhapsit had been
the agony of a mind that would bear no more.

The evening of this day was very longand melancholyat Hartfield.
The weather added what it could of gloom. A cold stormy rain set in
and nothing of July appeared but in the trees and shrubswhich the
wind was despoilingand the length of the daywhich only made
such cruel sights the longer visible.

The weather affected Mr. Woodhouseand he could only be kept tolerably
comfortable by almost ceaseless attention on his daughter's side
and by exertions which had never cost her half so much before.
It reminded her of their first forlorn tete-a-teteon the evening
of Mrs. Weston's wedding-day; but Mr. Knightley had walked
in thensoon after teaand dissipated every melancholy fancy.
Alas! such delightful proofs of Hartfield's attractionas those
sort of visits conveyedmight shortly be over. The picture which
she had then drawn of the privations of the approaching winter
had proved erroneous; no friends had deserted themno pleasures
had been lost.--But her present forebodings she feared would
experience no similar contradiction. The prospect before her now
was threatening to a degree that could not be entirely dispelled-that
might not be even partially brightened. If all took place
that might take place among the circle of her friendsHartfield must
be comparatively deserted; and she left to cheer her father with the
spirits only of ruined happiness.

The child to be born at Randalls must be a tie there even dearer
than herself; and Mrs. Weston's heart and time would be occupied
by it. They should lose her; andprobablyin great measure
her husband also.--Frank Churchill would return among them no more;
and Miss Fairfaxit was reasonable to supposewould soon cease
to belong to Highbury. They would be marriedand settled either

at or near Enscombe. All that were good would be withdrawn; and if
to these lossesthe loss of Donwell were to be addedwhat would
remain of cheerful or of rational society within their reach?
Mr. Knightley to be no longer coming there for his evening comfort!--
No longer walking in at all hoursas if ever willing to change
his own home for their's!--How was it to be endured? And if he were
to be lost to them for Harriet's sake; if he were to be thought
of hereafteras finding in Harriet's society all that he wanted;
if Harriet were to be the chosenthe firstthe dearestthe friend
the wife to whom he looked for all the best blessings of existence;
what could be increasing Emma's wretchedness but the reflection never far
distant from her mindthat it had been all her own work?

When it came to such a pitch as thisshe was not able to refrain
from a startor a heavy sighor even from walking about the room
for a few seconds--and the only source whence any thing like consolation
or composure could be drawnwas in the resolution of her own
better conductand the hope thathowever inferior in spirit and
gaiety might be the following and every future winter of her life
to the pastit would yet find her more rationalmore acquainted
with herselfand leave her less to regret when it were gone.


The weather continued much the same all the following morning;
and the same lonelinessand the same melancholyseemed to
reign at Hartfield--but in the afternoon it cleared; the wind
changed into a softer quarter; the clouds were carried off;
the sun appeared; it was summer again. With all the eagerness
which such a transition givesEmma resolved to be out of doors
as soon as possible. Never had the exquisite sightsmell
sensation of naturetranquilwarmand brilliant after a storm
been more attractive to her. She longed for the serenity they might
gradually introduce; and on Mr. Perry's coming in soon after dinner
with a disengaged hour to give her fathershe lost no time ill
hurrying into the shrubbery.--Therewith spirits freshened
and thoughts a little relievedshe had taken a few turnswhen she
saw Mr. Knightley passing through the garden doorand coming
towards her.--It was the first intimation of his being returned
from London. She had been thinking of him the moment before
as unquestionably sixteen miles distant.--There was time only for
the quickest arrangement of mind. She must be collected and calm.
In half a minute they were together. The "How d'ye do's" were quiet
and constrained on each side. She asked after their mutual friends;
they were all well.--When had he left them?--Only that morning.
He must have had a wet ride.--Yes.--He meant to walk with her
she found. "He had just looked into the dining-roomand as he
was not wanted therepreferred being out of doors."--She thought
he neither looked nor spoke cheerfully; and the first possible
cause for itsuggested by her fearswasthat he had perhaps been
communicating his plans to his brotherand was pained by the manner
in which they had been received.

They walked together. He was silent. She thought he was often
looking at herand trying for a fuller view of her face than it
suited her to give. And this belief produced another dread.
Perhaps he wanted to speak to herof his attachment to Harriet;
he might be watching for encouragement to begin.--She did not
could notfeel equal to lead the way to any such subject.
He must do it all himself. Yet she could not bear this silence.
With him it was most unnatural. She considered--resolved--andtrying

to smilebegan-

You have some news to hear, now you are come back, that will rather
surprize you.

Have I?said he quietlyand looking at her; "of what nature?"

Oh! the best nature in the world--a wedding.

After waiting a momentas if to be sure she intended to say no more
he replied

If you mean Miss Fairfax and Frank Churchill, I have heard
that already.

How is it possible?cried Emmaturning her glowing cheeks
towards him; forwhile she spokeit occurred to her that he
might have called at Mrs. Goddard's in his way.

I had a few lines on parish business from Mr. Weston this morning,
and at the end of them he gave me a brief account of what had happened.

Emma was quite relievedand could presently saywith a little
more composure

You probably have been less surprized than any of us, for you have
had your suspicions.--I have not forgotten that you once tried to give
me a caution.--I wish I had attended to it--but--(with a sinking
voice and a heavy sigh) I seem to have been doomed to blindness.

For a moment or two nothing was saidand she was unsuspicious
of having excited any particular interesttill she found her arm
drawn within hisand pressed against his heartand heard him
thus sayingin a tone of great sensibilityspeaking low

Time, my dearest Emma, time will heal the wound.--Your own
excellent sense--your exertions for your father's sake--I know
you will not allow yourself--.Her arm was pressed again
as he addedin a more broken and subdued accentThe feelings
of the warmest friendship--Indignation--Abominable scoundrel!--
And in a loudersteadier tonehe concluded withHe will soon
be gone. They will soon be in Yorkshire. I am sorry for her.
She deserves a better fate.

Emma understood him; and as soon as she could recover from the
flutter of pleasureexcited by such tender considerationreplied

You are very kind--but you are mistaken--and I must set you right.-I
am not in want of that sort of compassion. My blindness to what
was going on, led me to act by them in a way that I must always
be ashamed of, and I was very foolishly tempted to say and do many
things which may well lay me open to unpleasant conjectures, but I
have no other reason to regret that I was not in the secret earlier.

Emma!cried helooking eagerly at herare you, indeed?-but
checking himself--"NonoI understand you--forgive me--I am
pleased that you can say even so much.--He is no object of regret
indeed! and it will not be very longI hopebefore that becomes
the acknowledgment of more than your reason.--Fortunate that your
affections were not farther entangled!--I could neverI confess
from your mannersassure myself as to the degree of what you felt-I
could only be certain that there was a preference--and a preference
which I never believed him to deserve.--He is a disgrace to the name
of man.--And is he to be rewarded with that sweet young woman?-

JaneJaneyou will be a miserable creature."

Mr. Knightley,said Emmatrying to be livelybut really confused--
I am in a very extraordinary situation. I cannot let you continue in
your error; and yet, perhaps, since my manners gave such an impression,
I have as much reason to be ashamed of confessing that I never have
been at all attached to the person we are speaking of, as it might
be natural for a woman to feel in confessing exactly the reverse.--
But I never have.

He listened in perfect silence. She wished him to speakbut he
would not. She supposed she must say more before she were entitled
to his clemency; but it was a hard case to be obliged still to lower
herself in his opinion. She went onhowever.

I have very little to say for my own conduct.--I was tempted
by his attentions, and allowed myself to appear pleased.--
An old story, probably--a common case--and no more than has happened
to hundreds of my sex before; and yet it may not be the more excusable
in one who sets up as I do for Understanding. Many circumstances
assisted the temptation. He was the son of Mr. Weston--he was
continually here--I always found him very pleasant--and, in short,
for (with a sigh) let me swell out the causes ever so ingeniously,
they all centre in this at last--my vanity was flattered, and I
allowed his attentions. Latterly, however--for some time, indeed--
I have had no idea of their meaning any thing.--I thought them
a habit, a trick, nothing that called for seriousness on my side.
He has imposed on me, but he has not injured me. I have never been
attached to him. And now I can tolerably comprehend his behaviour.
He never wished to attach me. It was merely a blind to conceal
his real situation with another.--It was his object to blind
all about him; and no one, I am sure, could be more effectually
blinded than myself--except that I was not blinded--that it was my
good fortune--that, in short, I was somehow or other safe from him.

She had hoped for an answer here--for a few words to say that her
conduct was at least intelligible; but he was silent; andas far
as she could judgedeep in thought. At lastand tolerably
in his usual tonehe said

I have never had a high opinion of Frank Churchill.--I can suppose,
however, that I may have underrated him. My acquaintance with
him has been but trifling.--And even if I have not underrated
him hitherto, he may yet turn out well.--With such a woman he has
a chance.--I have no motive for wishing him ill--and for her sake,
whose happiness will be involved in his good character and conduct,
I shall certainly wish him well.

I have no doubt of their being happy together,said Emma;
I believe them to be very mutually and very sincerely attached.

He is a most fortunate man!returned Mr. Knightleywith energy.
So early in life--at three-and-twenty--a period when, if a man
chuses a wife, he generally chuses ill. At three-and-twenty
to have drawn such a prize! What years of felicity that man,
in all human calculation, has before him!--Assured of the love of
such a woman--the disinterested love, for Jane Fairfax's character
vouches for her disinterestedness; every thing in his favour,--
equality of situation--I mean, as far as regards society, and all the
habits and manners that are important; equality in every point but one--
and that one, since the purity of her heart is not to be doubted,
such as must increase his felicity, for it will be his to bestow the
only advantages she wants.--A man would always wish to give a woman
a better home than the one he takes her from; and he who can do it,

where there is no doubt of her regard, must, I think, be the happiest
of mortals.--Frank Churchill is, indeed, the favourite of fortune.
Every thing turns out for his good.--He meets with a young woman
at a watering-place, gains her affection, cannot even weary her
by negligent treatment--and had he and all his family sought round
the world for a perfect wife for him, they could not have found
her superior.--His aunt is in the way.--His aunt dies.--He has
only to speak.--His friends are eager to promote his happiness.--
He had used every body ill--and they are all delighted to forgive him.--
He is a fortunate man indeed!

You speak as if you envied him.

And I do envy him, Emma. In one respect he is the object of my envy.

Emma could say no more. They seemed to be within half a sentence
of Harrietand her immediate feeling was to avert the subject
if possible. She made her plan; she would speak of something
totally different--the children in Brunswick Square; and she
only waited for breath to beginwhen Mr. Knightley startled her
by saying

You will not ask me what is the point of envy.--You are determined,
I see, to have no curiosity.--You are wise--but I cannot be wise.
Emma, I must tell you what you will not ask, though I may wish it
unsaid the next moment.

Oh! then, don't speak it, don't speak it,she eagerly cried.
Take a little time, consider, do not commit yourself.

Thank you,said hein an accent of deep mortificationand not
another syllable followed.

Emma could not bear to give him pain. He was wishing to confide in her--
perhaps to consult her;--cost her what it wouldshe would listen.
She might assist his resolutionor reconcile him to it;
she might give just praise to Harrietorby representing to him
his own independencerelieve him from that state of indecision
which must be more intolerable than any alternative to such a mind
as his.--They had reached the house.

You are going in, I suppose?said he.

No,--replied Emma--quite confirmed by the depressed manner
in which he still spoke--"I should like to take another turn.
Mr. Perry is not gone." Andafter proceeding a few stepsshe added--
I stopped you ungraciously, just now, Mr. Knightley, and, I am afraid,
gave you pain.--But if you have any wish to speak openly to me
as a friend, or to ask my opinion of any thing that you may have
in contemplation--as a friend, indeed, you may command me.--I will
hear whatever you like. I will tell you exactly what I think.

As a friend!--repeated Mr. Knightley.--"Emmathat I fear is
a word--NoI have no wish--Stayyeswhy should I hesitate?--
I have gone too far already for concealment.--EmmaI accept your offer--
Extraordinary as it may seemI accept itand refer myself to you
as a friend.--Tell methenhave I no chance of ever succeeding?"

He stopped in his earnestness to look the questionand the expression
of his eyes overpowered her.

My dearest Emma,said hefor dearest you will always be,
whatever the event of this hour's conversation, my dearest,
most beloved Emma--tell me at once. Say `No,' if it is to be said.--

She could really say nothing.--"You are silent he cried,
with great animation; absolutely silent! at present I ask no more."

Emma was almost ready to sink under the agitation of this moment.
The dread of being awakened from the happiest dreamwas perhaps
the most prominent feeling.

I cannot make speeches, Emma:he soon resumed; and in a tone
of such sinceredecidedintelligible tenderness as was
tolerably convincing.--"If I loved you lessI might be able
to talk about it more. But you know what I am.--You hear nothing
but truth from me.--I have blamed youand lectured youand you
have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it.--
Bear with the truths I would tell you nowdearest Emmaas well as
you have borne with them. The mannerperhapsmay have as little
to recommend them. God knowsI have been a very indifferent lover.--
But you understand me.--Yesyou seeyou understand my feelings-and
will return them if you can. At presentI ask only to hear
once to hear your voice."

While he spokeEmma's mind was most busyandwith all the wonderful
velocity of thoughthad been able--and yet without losing a word-to
catch and comprehend the exact truth of the whole; to see that
Harriet's hopes had been entirely groundlessa mistakea delusion
as complete a delusion as any of her own--that Harriet was nothing;
that she was every thing herself; that what she had been saying
relative to Harriet had been all taken as the language of her
own feelings; and that her agitationher doubtsher reluctance
her discouragementhad been all received as discouragement
from herself.--And not only was there time for these convictions
with all their glow of attendant happiness; there was time also to
rejoice that Harriet's secret had not escaped herand to resolve
that it need notand should not.--It was all the service she could
now render her poor friend; for as to any of that heroism of sentiment
which might have prompted her to entreat him to transfer his affection
from herself to Harrietas infinitely the most worthy of the two-or
even the more simple sublimity of resolving to refuse him
at once and for everwithout vouchsafing any motivebecause he
could not marry them bothEmma had it not. She felt for Harriet
with pain and with contrition; but no flight of generosity run mad
opposing all that could be probable or reasonableentered her brain.
She had led her friend astrayand it would be a reproach to
her for ever; but her judgment was as strong as her feelings
and as strong as it had ever been beforein reprobating any such
alliance for himas most unequal and degrading. Her way was clear
though not quite smooth.--She spoke thenon being so entreated.--
What did she say?--Just what she oughtof course. A lady always does.--
She said enough to shew there need not be despair--and to invite him
to say more himself. He had despaired at one period; he had received
such an injunction to caution and silenceas for the time crushed
every hope;--she had begun by refusing to hear him.--The change had
perhaps been somewhat sudden;--her proposal of taking another turn
her renewing the conversation which she had just put an end to
might be a little extraordinary!--She felt its inconsistency;
but Mr. Knightley was so obliging as to put up with itand seek no
farther explanation.

Seldomvery seldomdoes complete truth belong to any human disclosure;
seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised
or a little mistaken; but whereas in this casethough the conduct
is mistakenthe feelings are notit may not be very material.--
Mr. Knightley could not impute to Emma a more relenting heart than
she possessedor a heart more disposed to accept of his.

He hadin factbeen wholly unsuspicious of his own influence.
He had followed her into the shrubbery with no idea of trying it.
He had comein his anxiety to see how she bore Frank Churchill's
engagementwith no selfish viewno view at allbut of endeavouring
if she allowed him an openingto soothe or to counsel her.--The rest
had been the work of the momentthe immediate effect of what he heard
on his feelings. The delightful assurance of her total indifference
towards Frank Churchillof her having a heart completely disengaged
from himhad given birth to the hopethatin timehe might gain
her affection himself;--but it had been no present hope--he had only
in the momentary conquest of eagerness over judgmentaspired to be
told that she did not forbid his attempt to attach her.--The superior
hopes which gradually opened were so much the more enchanting.--
The affectionwhich he had been asking to be allowed to create
if he couldwas already his!--Within half an hourhe had passed
from a thoroughly distressed state of mindto something so like
perfect happinessthat it could bear no other name.

Her change was equal.--This one half-hour had given to each the
same precious certainty of being belovedhad cleared from each
the same degree of ignorancejealousyor distrust.--On his side
there had been a long-standing jealousyold as the arrival
or even the expectationof Frank Churchill.--He had been in love
with Emmaand jealous of Frank Churchillfrom about the same period
one sentiment having probably enlightened him as to the other.
It was his jealousy of Frank Churchill that had taken him from
the country.--The Box Hill party had decided him on going away.
He would save himself from witnessing again such permitted
encouraged attentions.--He had gone to learn to be indifferent.--
But he had gone to a wrong place. There was too much domestic
happiness in his brother's house; woman wore too amiable a form in it;
Isabella was too much like Emma--differing only in those striking
inferioritieswhich always brought the other in brilliancy before him
for much to have been doneeven had his time been longer.--He had
stayed onhowevervigorouslyday after day--till this very morning's
post had conveyed the history of Jane Fairfax.--Thenwith the
gladness which must be feltnaywhich he did not scruple to feel
having never believed Frank Churchill to be at all deserving Emma
was there so much fond solicitudeso much keen anxiety for her
that he could stay no longer. He had ridden home through the rain;
and had walked up directly after dinnerto see how this sweetest
and best of all creaturesfaultless in spite of all her faults
bore the discovery.

He had found her agitated and low.--Frank Churchill was a villain.--
He heard her declare that she had never loved him. Frank Churchill's
character was not desperate.--She was his own Emmaby hand and word
when they returned into the house; and if he could have thought
of Frank Churchill thenhe might have deemed him a very good sort
of fellow.


What totally different feelings did Emma take back into the house
from what she had brought out!--she had then been only daring to hope
for a little respite of suffering;--she was now in an exquisite
flutter of happinessand such happiness moreover as she believed
must still be greater when the flutter should have passed away.

They sat down to tea--the same party round the same table-how
often it had been collected!--and how often had her eyes fallen

on the same shrubs in the lawnand observed the same beautiful
effect of the western sun!--But never in such a state of spirits
never in any thing like it; and it was with difficulty that she could
summon enough of her usual self to be the attentive lady of the house
or even the attentive daughter.

Poor Mr. Woodhouse little suspected what was plotting against him
in the breast of that man whom he was so cordially welcomingand so
anxiously hoping might not have taken cold from his ride.--Could he
have seen the hearthe would have cared very little for the lungs;
but without the most distant imagination of the impending evil
without the slightest perception of any thing extraordinary in
the looks or ways of eitherhe repeated to them very comfortably
all the articles of news he had received from Mr. Perryand talked
on with much self-contentmenttotally unsuspicious of what they
could have told him in return.

As long as Mr. Knightley remained with themEmma's fever continued;
but when he was goneshe began to be a little tranquillised
and subdued--and in the course of the sleepless nightwhich was
the tax for such an eveningshe found one or two such very serious
points to consideras made her feelthat even her happiness
must have some alloy. Her father--and Harriet. She could not be
alone without feeling the full weight of their separate claims;
and how to guard the comfort of both to the utmostwas the question.
With respect to her fatherit was a question soon answered.
She hardly knew yet what Mr. Knightley would ask; but a very short
parley with her own heart produced the most solemn resolution
of never quitting her father.--She even wept over the idea of it
as a sin of thought. While he livedit must be only an engagement;
but she flattered herselfthat if divested of the danger of
drawing her awayit might become an increase of comfort to him.--
How to do her best by Harrietwas of more difficult decision;-how
to spare her from any unnecessary pain; how to make
her any possible atonement; how to appear least her enemy?--
On these subjectsher perplexity and distress were very great-and
her mind had to pass again and again through every bitter
reproach and sorrowful regret that had ever surrounded it.--
She could only resolve at lastthat she would still avoid a
meeting with herand communicate all that need be told by letter;
that it would be inexpressibly desirable to have her removed just
now for a time from Highburyand--indulging in one scheme more-nearly
resolvethat it might be practicable to get an invitation
for her to Brunswick Square.--Isabella had been pleased with Harriet;
and a few weeks spent in London must give her some amusement.--
She did not think it in Harriet's nature to escape being benefited
by novelty and varietyby the streetsthe shopsand the children.--
At any rateit would be a proof of attention and kindness in herself
from whom every thing was due; a separation for the present; an averting
of the evil daywhen they must all be together again.

She rose earlyand wrote her letter to Harriet; an employment
which left her so very seriousso nearly sadthat Mr. Knightley
in walking up to Hartfield to breakfastdid not arrive at all too soon;
and half an hour stolen afterwards to go over the same ground again
with himliterally and figurativelywas quite necessary to reinstate
her in a proper share of the happiness of the evening before.

He had not left her longby no means long enough for her to have
the slightest inclination for thinking of any body elsewhen a letter
was brought her from Randalls--a very thick letter;--she guessed
what it must containand deprecated the necessity of reading it.--
She was now in perfect charity with Frank Churchill; she wanted
no explanationsshe wanted only to have her thoughts to herself-

and as for understanding any thing he wroteshe was sure she was
incapable of it.--It must be waded throughhowever. She opened
the packet; it was too surely so;--a note from Mrs. Weston to herself
ushered in the letter from Frank to Mrs. Weston.

I have the greatest pleasure, my dear Emma, in forwarding
to you the enclosed. I know what thorough justice you will
do it, and have scarcely a doubt of its happy effect.--I think
we shall never materially disagree about the writer again;
but I will not delay you by a long preface.--We are quite well.--
This letter has been the cure of all the little nervousness I have
been feeling lately.--I did not quite like your looks on Tuesday,
but it was an ungenial morning; and though you will never own being
affected by weather, I think every body feels a north-east wind.-I
felt for your dear father very much in the storm of Tuesday
afternoon and yesterday morning, but had the comfort of hearing
last night, by Mr. Perry, that it had not made him ill.

Yours ever
A. W.

[To Mrs. Weston.]

If I made myself intelligible yesterday, this letter will be expected;
but expected or not, I know it will be read with candour and indulgence.--
You are all goodness, and I believe there will be need of even
all your goodness to allow for some parts of my past conduct.--
But I have been forgiven by one who had still more to resent.
My courage rises while I write. It is very difficult for the
prosperous to be humble. I have already met with such success
in two applications for pardon, that I may be in danger of thinking
myself too sure of yours, and of those among your friends who have
had any ground of offence.--You must all endeavour to comprehend
the exact nature of my situation when I first arrived at Randalls;
you must consider me as having a secret which was to be kept
at all hazards. This was the fact. My right to place myself
in a situation requiring such concealment, is another question.
I shall not discuss it here. For my temptation to think it a right,
I refer every caviller to a brick house, sashed windows below,
and casements above, in Highbury. I dared not address her openly;
my difficulties in the then state of Enscombe must be too well
known to require definition; and I was fortunate enough to prevail,
before we parted at Weymouth, and to induce the most upright female
mind in the creation to stoop in charity to a secret engagement.--
Had she refused, I should have gone mad.--But you will be ready to say,
what was your hope in doing this?--What did you look forward to?-To
any thing, every thing--to time, chance, circumstance, slow effects,
sudden bursts, perseverance and weariness, health and sickness.
Every possibility of good was before me, and the first of blessings
secured, in obtaining her promises of faith and correspondence.
If you need farther explanation, I have the honour, my dear madam,
of being your husband's son, and the advantage of inheriting
a disposition to hope for good, which no inheritance of houses
or lands can ever equal the value of.--See me, then, under these
circumstances, arriving on my first visit to Randalls;--and here I
am conscious of wrong, for that visit might have been sooner paid.
You will look back and see that I did not come till Miss Fairfax
was in Highbury; and as you were the person slighted, you will
forgive me instantly; but I must work on my father's compassion,
by reminding him, that so long as I absented myself from his house,
so long I lost the blessing of knowing you. My behaviour,
during the very happy fortnight which I spent with you, did not,
I hope, lay me open to reprehension, excepting on one point.

And now I come to the principal, the only important part of my
conduct while belonging to you, which excites my own anxiety,
or requires very solicitous explanation. With the greatest respect,
and the warmest friendship, do I mention Miss Woodhouse; my father
perhaps will think I ought to add, with the deepest humiliation.-A
few words which dropped from him yesterday spoke his opinion,
and some censure I acknowledge myself liable to.--My behaviour
to Miss Woodhouse indicated, I believe, more than it ought.-In
order to assist a concealment so essential to me, I was led
on to make more than an allowable use of the sort of intimacy
into which we were immediately thrown.--I cannot deny that Miss
Woodhouse was my ostensible object--but I am sure you will believe
the declaration, that had I not been convinced of her indifference,
I would not have been induced by any selfish views to go on.--
Amiable and delightful as Miss Woodhouse is, she never gave me
the idea of a young woman likely to be attached; and that she was
perfectly free from any tendency to being attached to me, was as much
my conviction as my wish.--She received my attentions with an easy,
friendly, goodhumoured playfulness, which exactly suited me.
We seemed to understand each other. From our relative situation,
those attentions were her due, and were felt to be so.--Whether Miss
Woodhouse began really to understand me before the expiration of
that fortnight, I cannot say;--when I called to take leave of her,
I remember that I was within a moment of confessing the truth,
and I then fancied she was not without suspicion; but I have no
doubt of her having since detected me, at least in some degree.--
She may not have surmised the whole, but her quickness must
have penetrated a part. I cannot doubt it. You will find,
whenever the subject becomes freed from its present restraints,
that it did not take her wholly by surprize. She frequently gave
me hints of it. I remember her telling me at the ball, that I
owed Mrs. Elton gratitude for her attentions to Miss Fairfax.-I
hope this history of my conduct towards her will be admitted
by you and my father as great extenuation of what you saw amiss.
While you considered me as having sinned against Emma Woodhouse,
I could deserve nothing from either. Acquit me here, and procure
for me, when it is allowable, the acquittal and good wishes of that
said Emma Woodhouse, whom I regard with so much brotherly affection,
as to long to have her as deeply and as happily in love as myself.--
Whatever strange things I said or did during that fortnight, you have
now a key to. My heart was in Highbury, and my business was to get
my body thither as often as might be, and with the least suspicion.
If you remember any queernesses, set them all to the right account.--
Of the pianoforte so much talked of, I feel it only necessary to say,
that its being ordered was absolutely unknown to Miss F--, who would
never have allowed me to send it, had any choice been given her.--
The delicacy of her mind throughout the whole engagement,
my dear madam, is much beyond my power of doing justice to.
You will soon, I earnestly hope, know her thoroughly yourself.-No
description can describe her. She must tell you herself what she is-yet
not by word, for never was there a human creature who would
so designedly suppress her own merit.--Since I began this letter,
which will be longer than I foresaw, I have heard from her.--
She gives a good account of her own health; but as she never complains,
I dare not depend. I want to have your opinion of her looks.
I know you will soon call on her; she is living in dread of the visit.
Perhaps it is paid already. Let me hear from you without delay;
I am impatient for a thousand particulars. Remember how few
minutes I was at Randalls, and in how bewildered, how mad a state:
and I am not much better yet; still insane either from happiness
or misery. When I think of the kindness and favour I have met with,
of her excellence and patience, and my uncle's generosity, I am mad
with joy: but when I recollect all the uneasiness I occasioned her,
and how little I deserve to be forgiven, I am mad with anger.

If I could but see her again!--But I must not propose it yet.
My uncle has been too good for me to encroach.--I must still add
to this long letter. You have not heard all that you ought to hear.
I could not give any connected detail yesterday; but the suddenness,
and, in one light, the unseasonableness with which the affair burst out,
needs explanation; for though the event of the 26th ult., as you
will conclude, immediately opened to me the happiest prospects,
I should not have presumed on such early measures, but from the
very particular circumstances, which left me not an hour to lose.
I should myself have shrunk from any thing so hasty, and she would have
felt every scruple of mine with multiplied strength and refinement.--
But I had no choice. The hasty engagement she had entered into with
that woman--Here, my dear madam, I was obliged to leave off abruptly,
to recollect and compose myself.--I have been walking over the country,
and am now, I hope, rational enough to make the rest of my letter
what it ought to be.--It is, in fact, a most mortifying retrospect
for me. I behaved shamefully. And here I can admit, that my manners
to Miss W., in being unpleasant to Miss F., were highly blameable.
She disapproved them, which ought to have been enough.--My plea of
concealing the truth she did not think sufficient.--She was displeased;
I thought unreasonably so: I thought her, on a thousand occasions,
unnecessarily scrupulous and cautious: I thought her even cold.
But she was always right. If I had followed her judgment, and subdued
my spirits to the level of what she deemed proper, I should have
escaped the greatest unhappiness I have ever known.--We quarrelled.-Do
you remember the morning spent at Donwell?--There every little
dissatisfaction that had occurred before came to a crisis. I was late;
I met her walking home by herself, and wanted to walk with her,
but she would not suffer it. She absolutely refused to allow me,
which I then thought most unreasonable. Now, however, I see nothing
in it but a very natural and consistent degree of discretion.
While I, to blind the world to our engagement, was behaving one
hour with objectionable particularity to another woman, was she
to be consenting the next to a proposal which might have made
every previous caution useless?--Had we been met walking together
between Donwell and Highbury, the truth must have been suspected.-I
was mad enough, however, to resent.--I doubted her affection.
I doubted it more the next day on Box Hill; when, provoked by
such conduct on my side, such shameful, insolent neglect of her,
and such apparent devotion to Miss W., as it would have been
impossible for any woman of sense to endure, she spoke her
resentment in a form of words perfectly intelligible to me.-In
short, my dear madam, it was a quarrel blameless on her side,
abominable on mine; and I returned the same evening to Richmond,
though I might have staid with you till the next morning,
merely because I would be as angry with her as possible. Even then,
I was not such a fool as not to mean to be reconciled in time;
but I was the injured person, injured by her coldness, and I went
away determined that she should make the first advances.--I shall
always congratulate myself that you were not of the Box Hill party.
Had you witnessed my behaviour there, I can hardly suppose you would
ever have thought well of me again. Its effect upon her appears
in the immediate resolution it produced: as soon as she found I
was really gone from Randalls, she closed with the offer of that
officious Mrs. Elton; the whole system of whose treatment of her,
by the bye, has ever filled me with indignation and hatred.
I must not quarrel with a spirit of forbearance which has been
so richly extended towards myself; but, otherwise, I should loudly
protest against the share of it which that woman has known.-
Jane indeed!--You will observe that I have not yet indulged myself
in calling her by that name, even to you. Think, then, what I must
have endured in hearing it bandied between the Eltons with all
the vulgarity of needless repetition, and all the insolence of
imaginary superiority. Have patience with me, I shall soon have done.-

She closed with this offer, resolving to break with me entirely,
and wrote the next day to tell me that we never were to meet again.--
She felt the engagement to be a source of repentance and misery
to each: she dissolved it.--This letter reached me on the very
morning of my poor aunt's death. I answered it within an hour;
but from the confusion of my mind, and the multiplicity of business
falling on me at once, my answer, instead of being sent with all
the many other letters of that day, was locked up in my writing-desk;
and I, trusting that I had written enough, though but a few lines,
to satisfy her, remained without any uneasiness.--I was rather
disappointed that I did not hear from her again speedily;
but I made excuses for her, and was too busy, and--may I add?-too
cheerful in my views to be captious.--We removed to Windsor;
and two days afterwards I received a parcel from her, my own letters
all returned!--and a few lines at the same time by the post,
stating her extreme surprize at not having had the smallest reply
to her last; and adding, that as silence on such a point could
not be misconstrued, and as it must be equally desirable to both
to have every subordinate arrangement concluded as soon as possible,
she now sent me, by a safe conveyance, all my letters, and requested,
that if I could not directly command hers, so as to send them
to Highbury within a week, I would forward them after that period
to her at--: in short, the full direction to Mr. Smallridge's,
near Bristol, stared me in the face. I knew the name, the place,
I knew all about it, and instantly saw what she had been doing.
It was perfectly accordant with that resolution of character
which I knew her to possess; and the secrecy she had maintained,
as to any such design in her former letter, was equally descriptive
of its anxious delicacy. For the world would not she have seemed
to threaten me.--Imagine the shock; imagine how, till I had actually
detected my own blunder, I raved at the blunders of the post.--
What was to be done?--One thing only.--I must speak to my uncle.
Without his sanction I could not hope to be listened to again.-I
spoke; circumstances were in my favour; the late event had softened
away his pride, and he was, earlier than I could have anticipated,
wholly reconciled and complying; and could say at last, poor man!
with a deep sigh, that he wished I might find as much happiness
in the marriage state as he had done.--I felt that it would be
of a different sort.--Are you disposed to pity me for what I must
have suffered in opening the cause to him, for my suspense while
all was at stake?--No; do not pity me till I reached Highbury,
and saw how ill I had made her. Do not pity me till I saw her wan,
sick looks.--I reached Highbury at the time of day when, from my
knowledge of their late breakfast hour, I was certain of a good chance
of finding her alone.--I was not disappointed; and at last I was
not disappointed either in the object of my journey. A great deal
of very reasonable, very just displeasure I had to persuade away.
But it is done; we are reconciled, dearer, much dearer, than ever,
and no moment's uneasiness can ever occur between us again. Now, my
dear madam, I will release you; but I could not conclude before.
A thousand and a thousand thanks for all the kindness you have
ever shewn me, and ten thousand for the attentions your heart
will dictate towards her.--If you think me in a way to be happier
than I deserve, I am quite of your opinion.--Miss W. calls me
the child of good fortune. I hope she is right.--In one respect,
my good fortune is undoubted, that of being able to subscribe

Your obliged and affectionate Son,


This letter must make its way to Emma's feelings. She was obliged,
in spite of her previous determination to the contrary, to do
it all the justice that Mrs. Weston foretold. As soon as she
came to her own name, it was irresistible; every line relating
to herself was interesting, and almost every line agreeable;
and when this charm ceased, the subject could still maintain itself,
by the natural return of her former regard for the writer, and the
very strong attraction which any picture of love must have for her at
that moment. She never stopt till she had gone through the whole;
and though it was impossible not to feel that he had been wrong,
yet he had been less wrong than she had supposed--and he had suffered,
and was very sorry--and he was so grateful to Mrs. Weston,
and so much in love with Miss Fairfax, and she was so happy herself,
that there was no being severe; and could he have entered the room,
she must have shaken hands with him as heartily as ever.

She thought so well of the letter, that when Mr. Knightley came again,
she desired him to read it. She was sure of Mrs. Weston's wishing
it to be communicated; especially to one, who, like Mr. Knightley,
had seen so much to blame in his conduct.

I shall be very glad to look it over said he; but it seems long.
I will take it home with me at night."

But that would not do. Mr. Weston was to call in the evening
and she must return it by him.

I would rather be talking to you,he replied; "but as it seems
a matter of justiceit shall be done."

He began--stoppinghoweveralmost directly to sayHad I been offered
the sight of one of this gentleman's letters to his mother-in-law a few
months ago, Emma, it would not have been taken with such indifference.

He proceeded a little fartherreading to himself; and then
with a smileobservedHumph! a fine complimentary opening:
But it is his way. One man's style must not be the rule of another's.
We will not be severe.

It will be natural for me,he added shortly afterwardsto speak my
opinion aloud as I read. By doing it, I shall feel that I am near you.
It will not be so great a loss of time: but if you dislike it--

Not at all. I should wish it.

Mr. Knightley returned to his reading with greater alacrity.

He trifles here,said heas to the temptation. He knows
he is wrong, and has nothing rational to urge.--Bad.--He ought
not to have formed the engagement.--`His father's disposition:'-he
is unjust, however, to his father. Mr. Weston's sanguine
temper was a blessing on all his upright and honourable exertions;
but Mr. Weston earned every present comfort before he endeavoured
to gain it.--Very true; he did not come till Miss Fairfax was here.

And I have not forgotten,said Emmahow sure you were that he
might have come sooner if he would. You pass it over very handsomely-but
you were perfectly right.

I was not quite impartial in my judgment, Emma:--but yet, I think-had
you not been in the case--I should still have distrusted him.

When he came to Miss Woodhousehe was obliged to read the whole

of it aloud--all that related to herwith a smile; a look;
a shake of the head; a word or two of assentor disapprobation;
or merely of loveas the subject required; concludinghowever
seriouslyandafter steady reflectionthus--

Very bad--though it might have been worse.--Playing a most
dangerous game. Too much indebted to the event for his acquittal.--
No judge of his own manners by you.--Always deceived in fact by his
own wishes, and regardless of little besides his own convenience.--
Fancying you to have fathomed his secret. Natural enough!--
his own mind full of intrigue, that he should suspect it
in others.--Mystery; Finesse--how they pervert the understanding!
My Emma, does not every thing serve to prove more and more the
beauty of truth and sincerity in all our dealings with each other?

Emma agreed to itand with a blush of sensibility on Harriet's account
which she could not give any sincere explanation of.

You had better go on,said she.

He did sobut very soon stopt again to saythe pianoforte!
Ah! That was the act of a very, very young man, one too young
to consider whether the inconvenience of it might not very much
exceed the pleasure. A boyish scheme, indeed!--I cannot
comprehend a man's wishing to give a woman any proof of affection
which he knows she would rather dispense with; and he did
know that she would have prevented the instrument's coming if she could.

After thishe made some progress without any pause.
Frank Churchill's confession of having behaved shamefully
was the first thing to call for more than a word in passing.

I perfectly agree with you, sir,--was then his remark.
You did behave very shamefully. You never wrote a truer line.
And having gone through what immediately followed of the basis
of their disagreementand his persisting to act in direct
opposition to Jane Fairfax's sense of righthe made a fuller pause
to sayThis is very bad.--He had induced her to place herself,
for his sake, in a situation of extreme difficulty and uneasiness,
and it should have been his first object to prevent her from
suffering unnecessarily.--She must have had much more to contend with,
in carrying on the correspondence, than he could. He should have
respected even unreasonable scruples, had there been such; but hers
were all reasonable. We must look to her one fault, and remember
that she had done a wrong thing in consenting to the engagement,
to bear that she should have been in such a state of punishment.

Emma knew that he was now getting to the Box Hill party
and grew uncomfortable. Her own behaviour had been so very improper!
She was deeply ashamedand a little afraid of his next look.
It was all readhoweversteadilyattentivelyand without
the smallest remark; andexcepting one momentary glance at her
instantly withdrawnin the fear of giving pain--no remembrance
of Box Hill seemed to exist.

There is no saying much for the delicacy of our good friends,
the Eltons,was his next observation.--"His feelings are natural.--
What! actually resolve to break with him entirely!--She felt
the engagement to be a source of repentance and misery to each--
she dissolved it.--What a view this gives of her sense of
his behaviour!--Wellhe must be a most extraordinary--"

Nay, nay, read on.--You will find how very much he suffers.

I hope he does,replied Mr. Knightley coollyand resuming the letter.
`Smallridge!'--What does this mean? What is all this?

She had engaged to go as governess to Mrs. Smallridge's children-a
dear friend of Mrs. Elton's--a neighbour of Maple Grove; and,
by the bye, I wonder how Mrs. Elton bears the disappointment?

Say nothing, my dear Emma, while you oblige me to read--not even
of Mrs. Elton. Only one page more. I shall soon have done.
What a letter the man writes!

I wish you would read it with a kinder spirit towards him.

Well, there is feeling here.--He does seem to have suffered in finding
her ill.--Certainly, I can have no doubt of his being fond of her.
`Dearer, much dearer than ever.' I hope he may long continue to feel
all the value of such a reconciliation.--He is a very liberal thanker,
with his thousands and tens of thousands.--`Happier than I deserve.'
Come, he knows himself there. `Miss Woodhouse calls me the child
of good fortune.'--Those were Miss Woodhouse's words, were they?--
And a fine ending--and there is the letter. The child of good fortune!
That was your name for him, was it?

You do not appear so well satisfied with his letter as I am;
but still you must, at least I hope you must, think the better
of him for it. I hope it does him some service with you.

Yes, certainly it does. He has had great faults, faults of
inconsideration and thoughtlessness; and I am very much of his
opinion in thinking him likely to be happier than he deserves:
but still as he is, beyond a doubt, really attached to Miss Fairfax,
and will soon, it may be hoped, have the advantage of being constantly
with her, I am very ready to believe his character will improve,
and acquire from hers the steadiness and delicacy of principle
that it wants. And now, let me talk to you of something else.
I have another person's interest at present so much at heart,
that I cannot think any longer about Frank Churchill. Ever since I
left you this morning, Emma, my mind has been hard at work on
one subject.

The subject followed; it was in plainunaffectedgentlemanlike English
such as Mr. Knightley used even to the woman he was in love with
how to be able to ask her to marry himwithout attacking the
happiness of her father. Emma's answer was ready at the first word.
While her dear father lived, any change of condition must be impossible
for her. She could never quit him.Part only of this answer
howeverwas admitted. The impossibility of her quitting her father
Mr. Knightley felt as strongly as herself; but the inadmissibility
of any other changehe could not agree to. He had been thinking
it over most deeplymost intently; he had at first hoped to induce
Mr. Woodhouse to remove with her to Donwell; he had wanted to believe
it feasiblebut his knowledge of Mr. Woodhouse would not suffer
him to deceive himself long; and now he confessed his persuasion
that such a transplantation would be a risk of her father's comfort
perhaps even of his lifewhich must not be hazarded. Mr. Woodhouse
taken from Hartfield!--Nohe felt that it ought not to be attempted.
But the plan which had arisen on the sacrifice of thishe trusted
his dearest Emma would not find in any respect objectionable;
it wasthat he should be received at Hartfield; that so long as
her father's happiness in other words his life--required Hartfield
to continue her homeit should be his likewise.

Of their all removing to DonwellEmma had already had her own
passing thoughts. Like himshe had tried the scheme and rejected it;

but such an alternative as this had not occurred to her.
She was sensible of all the affection it evinced. She felt that
in quitting Donwellhe must be sacrificing a great deal of independence
of hours and habits; that in living constantly with her father
and in no house of his ownthere would be muchvery much
to be borne with. She promised to think of itand advised him
to think of it more; but he was fully convincedthat no reflection
could alter his wishes or his opinion on the subject. He had
given ithe could assure hervery long and calm consideration;
he had been walking away from William Larkins the whole morning
to have his thoughts to himself.

Ah! there is one difficulty unprovided for,cried Emma. "I am
sure William Larkins will not like it. You must get his consent
before you ask mine."

She promisedhoweverto think of it; and pretty nearly promisedmoreover
to think of itwith the intention of finding it a very good scheme.

It is remarkablethat Emmain the manyvery manypoints of view
in which she was now beginning to consider Donwell Abbeywas never
struck with any sense of injury to her nephew Henrywhose rights
as heir-expectant had formerly been so tenaciously regarded.
Think she must of the possible difference to the poor little boy;
and yet she only gave herself a saucy conscious smile about it
and found amusement in detecting the real cause of that violent
dislike of Mr. Knightley's marrying Jane Fairfaxor any body else
which at the time she had wholly imputed to the amiable solicitude of
the sister and the aunt.

This proposal of histhis plan of marrying and continuing at Hartfield--
the more she contemplated itthe more pleasing it became.
His evils seemed to lessenher own advantages to increase
their mutual good to outweigh every drawback. Such a companion
for herself in the periods of anxiety and cheerlessness before her!--
Such a partner in all those duties and cares to which time must be
giving increase of melancholy!

She would have been too happy but for poor Harriet; but every
blessing of her own seemed to involve and advance the sufferings
of her friendwho must now be even excluded from Hartfield.
The delightful family party which Emma was securing for herself
poor Harriet mustin mere charitable cautionbe kept at a
distance from. She would be a loser in every way. Emma could not
deplore her future absence as any deduction from her own enjoyment.
In such a partyHarriet would be rather a dead weight than otherwise;
but for the poor girl herselfit seemed a peculiarly cruel necessity
that was to be placing her in such a state of unmerited punishment.

In timeof courseMr. Knightley would be forgottenthat is
supplanted; but this could not be expected to happen very early.
Mr. Knightley himself would be doing nothing to assist the cure;--
not like Mr. Elton. Mr. Knightleyalways so kindso feeling
so truly considerate for every bodywould never deserve to be
less worshipped than now; and it really was too much to hope even
of Harrietthat she could be in love with more than three men
in one year.


It was a very great relief to Emma to find Harriet as desirous

as herself to avoid a meeting. Their intercourse was painful
enough by letter. How much worsehad they been obliged to meet!

Harriet expressed herself very much as might be supposed
without reproachesor apparent sense of ill-usage; and yet Emma fancied
there was a something of resentmenta something bordering on it in
her stylewhich increased the desirableness of their being separate.--
It might be only her own consciousness; but it seemed as if an
angel only could have been quite without resentment under such a stroke.

She had no difficulty in procuring Isabella's invitation;
and she was fortunate in having a sufficient reason for asking it
without resorting to invention.--There was a tooth amiss.
Harriet really wishedand had wished some timeto consult a dentist.
Mrs. John Knightley was delighted to be of use; any thing of ill
health was a recommendation to her--and though not so fond of a
dentist as of a Mr. Wingfieldshe was quite eager to have Harriet
under her care.--When it was thus settled on her sister's side
Emma proposed it to her friendand found her very persuadable.--
Harriet was to go; she was invited for at least a fortnight; she was
to be conveyed in Mr. Woodhouse's carriage.--It was all arranged
it was all completedand Harriet was safe in Brunswick Square.

Now Emma couldindeedenjoy Mr. Knightley's visits; now she
could talkand she could listen with true happinessunchecked by
that sense of injusticeof guiltof something most painful
which had haunted her when remembering how disappointed a heart was
near herhow much might at that momentand at a little distance
be enduring by the feelings which she had led astray herself.

The difference of Harriet at Mrs. Goddard'sor in Londonmade perhaps
an unreasonable difference in Emma's sensations; but she could not
think of her in London without objects of curiosity and employment
which must be averting the pastand carrying her out of herself.

She would not allow any other anxiety to succeed directly to the place
in her mind which Harriet had occupied. There was a communication
before herone which she only could be competent to make-the
confession of her engagement to her father; but she would
have nothing to do with it at present.--She had resolved to defer
the disclosure till Mrs. Weston were safe and well. No additional
agitation should be thrown at this period among those she loved-and
the evil should not act on herself by anticipation before the
appointed time.--A fortnightat leastof leisure and peace of mind
to crown every warmerbut more agitatingdelightshould be hers.

She soon resolvedequally as a duty and a pleasureto employ half
an hour of this holiday of spirits in calling on Miss Fairfax.--
She ought to go--and she was longing to see her; the resemblance of
their present situations increasing every other motive of goodwill.
It would be a secret satisfaction; but the consciousness of a
similarity of prospect would certainly add to the interest with
which she should attend to any thing Jane might communicate.

She went--she had driven once unsuccessfully to the doorbut had
not been into the house since the morning after Box Hillwhen poor
Jane had been in such distress as had filled her with compassion
though all the worst of her sufferings had been unsuspected.--
The fear of being still unwelcomedetermined herthough assured
of their being at hometo wait in the passageand send up her name.--
She heard Patty announcing it; but no such bustle succeeded as poor
Miss Bates had before made so happily intelligible.--No; she heard
nothing but the instant reply ofBeg her to walk up;--and a moment
afterwards she was met on the stairs by Jane herselfcoming eagerly

forwardas if no other reception of her were felt sufficient.--
Emma had never seen her look so wellso lovelyso engaging.
There was consciousnessanimationand warmth; there was every
thing which her countenance or manner could ever have wanted.--
She came forward with an offered hand; and saidin a lowbut very
feeling tone

This is most kind, indeed!--Miss Woodhouse, it is impossible
for me to express--I hope you will believe--Excuse me for being
so entirely without words.

Emma was gratifiedand would soon have shewn no want of words
if the sound of Mrs. Elton's voice from the sitting-room had not
checked herand made it expedient to compress all her friendly
and all her congratulatory sensations into a veryvery earnest
shake of the hand.

Mrs. Bates and Mrs. Elton were together. Miss Bates was out
which accounted for the previous tranquillity. Emma could have
wished Mrs. Elton elsewhere; but she was in a humour to have patience
with every body; and as Mrs. Elton met her with unusual graciousness
she hoped the rencontre would do them no harm.

She soon believed herself to penetrate Mrs. Elton's thoughts
and understand why she waslike herselfin happy spirits;
it was being in Miss Fairfax's confidenceand fancying herself
acquainted with what was still a secret to other people.
Emma saw symptoms of it immediately in the expression of her face;
and while paying her own compliments to Mrs. Batesand appearing
to attend to the good old lady's repliesshe saw her with a sort
of anxious parade of mystery fold up a letter which she had apparently
been reading aloud to Miss Fairfaxand return it into the purple
and gold reticule by her sidesayingwith significant nods

We can finish this some other time, you know. You and I shall
not want opportunities. And, in fact, you have heard all the
essential already. I only wanted to prove to you that Mrs. S. admits
our apology, and is not offended. You see how delightfully
she writes. Oh! she is a sweet creature! You would have doated
on her, had you gone.--But not a word more. Let us be discreet--
quite on our good behaviour.--Hush!--You remember those lines--
I forget the poem at this moment:

For when a lady's in the case
You know all other things give place.

Now I saymy dearin our casefor ladyread----mum! a word
to the wise.--I am in a fine flow of spiritsan't I? But I want
to set your heart at ease as to Mrs. S.--My representationyou see
has quite appeased her."

And againon Emma's merely turning her head to look
at Mrs. Bates's knittingshe addedin a half whisper

I mentioned no names, you will observe.--Oh! no; cautious as
a minister of state. I managed it extremely well.

Emma could not doubt. It was a palpable displayrepeated on every
possible occasion. When they had all talked a little while in harmony
of the weather and Mrs. Westonshe found herself abruptly addressed with

Do not you think, Miss Woodhouse, our saucy little friend here is
charmingly recovered?--Do not you think her cure does Perry the
highest credit?--(here was a side-glance of great meaning at Jane.)

Upon my word, Perry has restored her in a wonderful short time!--
Oh! if you had seen her, as I did, when she was at the worst!--
And when Mrs. Bates was saying something to Emmawhispered farther
We do not say a word of any assistance that Perry might have;
not a word of a certain young physician from Windsor.--Oh! no;
Perry shall have all the credit.

I have scarce had the pleasure of seeing you, Miss Woodhouse,
she shortly afterwards begansince the party to Box Hill.
Very pleasant party. But yet I think there was something wanting.
Things did not seem--that is, there seemed a little cloud upon
the spirits of some.--So it appeared to me at least, but I might
be mistaken. However, I think it answered so far as to tempt one
to go again. What say you both to our collecting the same party,
and exploring to Box Hill again, while the fine weather lasts?--
It must be the same party, you know, quite the same party,
not one exception.

Soon after this Miss Bates came inand Emma could not help being diverted
by the perplexity of her first answer to herselfresultingshe supposed
from doubt of what might be saidand impatience to say every thing.

Thank you, dear Miss Woodhouse, you are all kindness.--It is impossible
to say--Yes, indeed, I quite understand--dearest Jane's prospects-that
is, I do not mean.--But she is charmingly recovered.--
How is Mr. Woodhouse?--I am so glad.--Quite out of my power.--
Such a happy little circle as you find us here.--Yes, indeed.--
Charming young man!--that is--so very friendly; I mean good Mr. Perry!-such
attention to Jane!--And from her greather more than commonly
thankful delight towards Mrs. Elton for being thereEmma guessed
that there had been a little show of resentment towards Jane
from the vicarage quarterwhich was now graciously overcome.--
After a few whispersindeedwhich placed it beyond a guess
Mrs. Eltonspeaking loudersaid

Yes, here I am, my good friend; and here I have been so long,
that anywhere else I should think it necessary to apologise;
but, the truth is, that I am waiting for my lord and master.
He promised to join me here, and pay his respects to you.

What! are we to have the pleasure of a call from Mr. Elton?--
That will be a favour indeed! for I know gentlemen do not like
morning visits, and Mr. Elton's time is so engaged.

Upon my word it is, Miss Bates.--He really is engaged from morning
to night.--There is no end of people's coming to him, on some pretence
or other.--The magistrates, and overseers, and churchwardens,
are always wanting his opinion. They seem not able to do any thing
without him.--`Upon my word, Mr. E.,' I often say, `rather you than I.-I
do not know what would become of my crayons and my instrument,
if I had half so many applicants.'--Bad enough as it is, for I
absolutely neglect them both to an unpardonable degree.--I believe
I have not played a bar this fortnight.--However, he is coming,
I assure you: yes, indeed, on purpose to wait on you all.And putting
up her hand to screen her words from Emma--"A congratulatory visit
you know.--Oh! yesquite indispensable."

Miss Bates looked about herso happily!-

He promised to come to me as soon as he could disengage himself
from Knightley; but he and Knightley are shut up together
in deep consultation.--Mr. E. is Knightley's right hand.

Emma would not have smiled for the worldand only saidIs Mr. Elton

gone on foot to Donwell?--He will have a hot walk.

Oh! no, it is a meeting at the Crown, a regular meeting.
Weston and Cole will be there too; but one is apt to speak only
of those who lead.--I fancy Mr. E. and Knightley have every thing
their own way.

Have not you mistaken the day?said Emma. "I am almost certain
that the meeting at the Crown is not till to-morrow.--Mr. Knightley
was at Hartfield yesterdayand spoke of it as for Saturday."

Oh! no, the meeting is certainly to-day,was the abrupt answer
which denoted the impossibility of any blunder on Mrs. Elton's side.--
I do believe,she continuedthis is the most troublesome parish
that ever was. We never heard of such things at Maple Grove.

Your parish there was small,said Jane.

Upon my word, my dear, I do not know, for I never heard the subject
talked of.

But it is proved by the smallness of the school, which I have heard
you speak of, as under the patronage of your sister and Mrs. Bragge;
the only school, and not more than five-and-twenty children.

Ah! you clever creature, that's very true. What a thinking brain
you have! I say, Jane, what a perfect character you and I should make,
if we could be shaken together. My liveliness and your solidity
would produce perfection.--Not that I presume to insinuate, however,
that some people may not think you perfection already.--But hush!--
not a word, if you please.

It seemed an unnecessary caution; Jane was wanting to give her words
not to Mrs. Eltonbut to Miss Woodhouseas the latter plainly saw.
The wish of distinguishing heras far as civility permitted
was very evidentthough it could not often proceed beyond a look.

Mr. Elton made his appearance. His lady greeted him with some
of her sparkling vivacity.

Very pretty, sir, upon my word; to send me on here, to be an
encumbrance to my friends, so long before you vouchsafe to come!--
But you knew what a dutiful creature you had to deal with.
You knew I should not stir till my lord and master appeared.--
Here have I been sitting this hour, giving these young ladies
a sample of true conjugal obedience--for who can say, you know,
how soon it may be wanted?

Mr. Elton was so hot and tiredthat all this wit seemed thrown away.
His civilities to the other ladies must be paid; but his subsequent
object was to lament over himself for the heat he was suffering
and the walk he had had for nothing.

When I got to Donwell,said heKnightley could not be found.
Very odd! very unaccountable! after the note I sent him this morning,
and the message he returned, that he should certainly be at home
till one.

Donwell!cried his wife.--"My dear Mr. have not been
to Donwell!--You mean the Crown; you come from the meeting at the Crown."

No, no, that's to-morrow; and I particularly wanted to see Knightley
to-day on that very account.--Such a dreadful broiling morning!--
I went over the fields too--(speaking in a tone of great ill-usage,)

which made it so much the worse. And then not to find him at home!
I assure you I am not at all pleased. And no apology left, no message
for me. The housekeeper declared she knew nothing of my being expected.--
Very extraordinary!--And nobody knew at all which way he was gone.
Perhaps to Hartfield, perhaps to the Abbey Mill, perhaps into his woods.--
Miss Woodhouse, this is not like our friend Knightley!--Can you
explain it?

Emma amused herself by protesting that it was very extraordinary
indeedand that she had not a syllable to say for him.

I cannot imagine,said Mrs. Elton(feeling the indignity as a wife
ought to do) "I cannot imagine how he could do such a thing by you
of all people in the world! The very last person whom one should expect
to be forgotten!--My dear Mr. E.he must have left a message for you
I am sure he must.--Not even Knightley could be so very eccentric;--
and his servants forgot it. Depend upon itthat was the case:
and very likely to happen with the Donwell servantswho are all
I have often observedextremely awkward and remiss.--I am sure I
would not have such a creature as his Harry stand at our sideboard
for any consideration. And as for Mrs. HodgesWright holds
her very cheap indeed.--She promised Wright a receiptand never
sent it."

I met William Larkins,continued Mr. Eltonas I got near
the house, and he told me I should not find his master at home,
but I did not believe him.--William seemed rather out of humour.
He did not know what was come to his master lately, he said, but he
could hardly ever get the speech of him. I have nothing to do with
William's wants, but it really is of very great importance that I
should see Knightley to-day; and it becomes a matter, therefore,
of very serious inconvenience that I should have had this hot walk
to no purpose.

Emma felt that she could not do better than go home directly.
In all probability she was at this very time waited for there;
and Mr. Knightley might be preserved from sinking deeper in aggression
towards Mr. Eltonif not towards William Larkins.

She was pleasedon taking leaveto find Miss Fairfax determined
to attend her out of the roomto go with her even downstairs;
it gave her an opportunity which she immediately made use of
to say

It is as well, perhaps, that I have not had the possibility.
Had you not been surrounded by other friends, I might have been
tempted to introduce a subject, to ask questions, to speak more
openly than might have been strictly correct.--I feel that I should
certainly have been impertinent.

Oh!cried Janewith a blush and an hesitation which Emma thought
infinitely more becoming to her than all the elegance of all her
usual composure--"there would have been no danger. The danger
would have been of my wearying you. You could not have gratified
me more than by expressing an interest--. IndeedMiss Woodhouse
(speaking more collectedly) with the consciousness which I
have of misconductvery great misconductit is particularly
consoling to me to know that those of my friendswhose good
opinion is most worth preservingare not disgusted to such a
degree as to--I have not time for half that I could wish to say.
I long to make apologiesexcusesto urge something for myself.
I feel it so very due. Butunfortunately--in shortif your
compassion does not stand my friend--"

Oh! you are too scrupulous, indeed you are,cried Emma warmly
and taking her hand. "You owe me no apologies; and every body to
whom you might be supposed to owe themis so perfectly satisfied
so delighted even--"

You are very kind, but I know what my manners were to you.-So
cold and artificial!--I had always a part to act.--It was a life
of deceit!--I know that I must have disgusted you.

Pray say no more. I feel that all the apologies should be on my side.
Let us forgive each other at once. We must do whatever is to be
done quickest, and I think our feelings will lose no time there.
I hope you have pleasant accounts from Windsor?


And the next news, I suppose, will be, that we are to lose you-just
as I begin to know you.

Oh! as to all that, of course nothing can be thought of yet.
I am here till claimed by Colonel and Mrs. Campbell.

Nothing can be actually settled yet, perhaps,replied Emma
smiling--"butexcuse meit must be thought of."

The smile was returned as Jane answered

You are very right; it has been thought of. And I will own
to you, (I am sure it will be safe), that so far as our living
with Mr. Churchill at Enscombe, it is settled. There must be
three months, at least, of deep mourning; but when they are over,
I imagine there will be nothing more to wait for.

Thank you, thank you.--This is just what I wanted to be assured of.--
Oh! if you knew how much I love every thing that is decided and open!--
Good-bye, good-bye.


Mrs. Weston's friends were all made happy by her safety;
and if the satisfaction of her well-doing could be increased
to Emmait was by knowing her to be the mother of a little girl.
She had been decided in wishing for a Miss Weston. She would
not acknowledge that it was with any view of making a match
for herhereafterwith either of Isabella's sons; but she was
convinced that a daughter would suit both father and mother best.
It would be a great comfort to Mr. Westonas he grew older-and
even Mr. Weston might be growing older ten years hence--to have
his fireside enlivened by the sports and the nonsensethe freaks
and the fancies of a child never banished from home; and Mrs. Weston-no
one could doubt that a daughter would be most to her; and it
would be quite a pity that any one who so well knew how to teach
should not have their powers in exercise again.

She has had the advantage, you know, of practising on me,
she continued--"like La Baronne d'Almane on La Comtesse d'Ostalis
in Madame de Genlis' Adelaide and Theodoreand we shall now see
her own little Adelaide educated on a more perfect plan."

That is,replied Mr. Knightleyshe will indulge her even more
than she did you, and believe that she does not indulge her at all.

It will be the only difference.

Poor child!cried Emma; "at that ratewhat will become of her?"

Nothing very bad.--The fate of thousands. She will be disagreeable
in infancy, and correct herself as she grows older. I am losing
all my bitterness against spoilt children, my dearest Emma.
I, who am owing all my happiness to you, would not it be horrible
ingratitude in me to be severe on them?

Emma laughedand replied: "But I had the assistance of all
your endeavours to counteract the indulgence of other people.
I doubt whether my own sense would have corrected me without it."

Do you?--I have no doubt. Nature gave you understanding:--
Miss Taylor gave you principles. You must have done well.
My interference was quite as likely to do harm as good. It was
very natural for you to say, what right has he to lecture me?--
and I am afraid very natural for you to feel that it was done
in a disagreeable manner. I do not believe I did you any good.
The good was all to myself, by making you an object of the tenderest
affection to me. I could not think about you so much without doating
on you, faults and all; and by dint of fancying so many errors,
have been in love with you ever since you were thirteen at least.

I am sure you were of use to me,cried Emma. "I was very often
influenced rightly by you--oftener than I would own at the time.
I am very sure you did me good. And if poor little Anna Weston is
to be spoiledit will be the greatest humanity in you to do as much
for her as you have done for meexcept falling in love with her
when she is thirteen."

How often, when you were a girl, have you said to me, with one
of your saucy looks--`Mr. Knightley, I am going to do so-and-so;
papa says I may, or I have Miss Taylor's leave'--something which,
you knew, I did not approve. In such cases my interference was giving
you two bad feelings instead of one.

What an amiable creature I was!--No wonder you should hold
my speeches in such affectionate remembrance.

`Mr. Knightley.'--You always called me, `Mr. Knightley;' and,
from habit, it has not so very formal a sound.--And yet it is formal.
I want you to call me something else, but I do not know what.

I remember once calling you `George,' in one of my amiable fits,
about ten years ago. I did it because I thought it would offend you;
but, as you made no objection, I never did it again.

And cannot you call me `George' now?

Impossible!--I never can call you any thing but `Mr. Knightley.'
I will not promise even to equal the elegant terseness of Mrs. Elton,
by calling you Mr. K.--But I will promise,she added presently
laughing and blushing--"I will promise to call you once by your
Christian name. I do not say whenbut perhaps you may guess
where;--in the building in which N. takes M. for betterfor worse."

Emma grieved that she could not be more openly just to one
important service which his better sense would have rendered her
to the advice which would have saved her from the worst of all
her womanly follies--her wilful intimacy with Harriet Smith;
but it was too tender a subject.--She could not enter on it.--
Harriet was very seldom mentioned between them. Thison his side

might merely proceed from her not being thought of; but Emma
was rather inclined to attribute it to delicacyand a suspicion
from some appearancesthat their friendship were declining.
She was aware herselfthatparting under any other circumstances
they certainly should have corresponded moreand that her
intelligence would not have restedas it now almost wholly did
on Isabella's letters. He might observe that it was so. The pain
of being obliged to practise concealment towards himwas very little
inferior to the pain of having made Harriet unhappy.

Isabella sent quite as good an account of her visitor as could
be expected; on her first arrival she had thought her out of spirits
which appeared perfectly naturalas there was a dentist to
be consulted; butsince that business had been overshe did not
appear to find Harriet different from what she had known her before.-Isabella
to be surewas no very quick observer; yet if Harriet
had not been equal to playing with the childrenit would not have
escaped her. Emma's comforts and hopes were most agreeably carried on
by Harriet's being to stay longer; her fortnight was likely to be
a month at least. Mr. and Mrs. John Knightley were to come down
in Augustand she was invited to remain till they could bring her back.

John does not even mention your friend,said Mr. Knightley.
Here is his answer, if you like to see it.

It was the answer to the communication of his intended marriage.
Emma accepted it with a very eager handwith an impatience all alive
to know what he would say about itand not at all checked by hearing
that her friend was unmentioned.

John enters like a brother into my happiness,continued Mr. Knightley
but he is no complimenter; and though I well know him to have,
likewise, a most brotherly affection for you, he is so far from
making flourishes, that any other young woman might think him rather
cool in her praise. But I am not afraid of your seeing what he writes.

He writes like a sensible man,replied Emmawhen she had read
the letter. "I honour his sincerity. It is very plain that he
considers the good fortune of the engagement as all on my side
but that he is not without hope of my growingin timeas worthy
of your affectionas you think me already. Had he said any thing
to bear a different constructionI should not have believed him."

My Emma, he means no such thing. He only means--

He and I should differ very little in our estimation of the two,
interrupted shewith a sort of serious smile--"much lessperhaps
than he is aware ofif we could enter without ceremony or reserve
on the subject."

Emma, my dear Emma--

Oh!she cried with more thorough gaietyif you fancy your
brother does not do me justice, only wait till my dear father is in
the secret, and hear his opinion. Depend upon it, he will be much
farther from doing you justice. He will think all the happiness,
all the advantage, on your side of the question; all the merit
on mine. I wish I may not sink into `poor Emma' with him at once.--
His tender compassion towards oppressed worth can go no farther.

Ah!he criedI wish your father might be half as easily convinced
as John will be, of our having every right that equal worth can give,
to be happy together. I am amused by one part of John's letter-did
you notice it?--where he says, that my information did not take

him wholly by surprize, that he was rather in expectation of hearing
something of the kind.

If I understand your brother, he only means so far as your having
some thoughts of marrying. He had no idea of me. He seems perfectly
unprepared for that.

Yes, yes--but I am amused that he should have seen so far into
my feelings. What has he been judging by?--I am not conscious
of any difference in my spirits or conversation that could prepare
him at this time for my marrying any more than at another.--
But it was so, I suppose. I dare say there was a difference when I
was staying with them the other day. I believe I did not play
with the children quite so much as usual. I remember one evening
the poor boys saying, `Uncle seems always tired now.'

The time was coming when the news must spread fartherand other persons'
reception of it tried. As soon as Mrs. Weston was sufficiently
recovered to admit Mr. Woodhouse's visitsEmma having it in view
that her gentle reasonings should be employed in the cause
resolved first to announce it at homeand then at Randalls.--
But how to break it to her father at last!--She had bound herself
to do itin such an hour of Mr. Knightley's absenceor when it
came to the point her heart would have failed herand she must
have put it off; but Mr. Knightley was to come at such a time
and follow up the beginning she was to make.--She was forced
to speakand to speak cheerfully too. She must not make it a more
decided subject of misery to himby a melancholy tone herself.
She must not appear to think it a misfortune.--With all the spirits
she could commandshe prepared him first for something strange
and thenin a few wordssaidthat if his consent and approbation
could be obtained--whichshe trustedwould be attended with
no difficultysince it was a plan to promote the happiness of all-she
and Mr. Knightley meant to marry; by which means Hartfield
would receive the constant addition of that person's company
whom she knew he lovednext to his daughters and Mrs. Weston
best in the world.

Poor man!--it was at first a considerable shock to himand he tried
earnestly to dissuade her from it. She was remindedmore than once
of having always said she would never marryand assured that it
would be a great deal better for her to remain single; and told of
poor Isabellaand poor Miss Taylor.--But it would not do. Emma hung
about him affectionatelyand smiledand said it must be so; and that
he must not class her with Isabella and Mrs. Westonwhose marriages
taking them from Hartfieldhadindeedmade a melancholy change:
but she was not going from Hartfield; she should be always there;
she was introducing no change in their numbers or their comforts but
for the better; and she was very sure that he would be a great deal
the happier for having Mr. Knightley always at handwhen he were once
got used to the idea.--Did he not love Mr. Knightley very much?--
He would not deny that he didshe was sure.--Whom did he ever want
to consult on business but Mr. Knightley?--Who was so useful to him
who so ready to write his letterswho so glad to assist him?--
Who so cheerfulso attentiveso attached to him?--Would not he
like to have him always on the spot?--Yes. That was all very true.
Mr. Knightley could not be there too often; he should be glad to see
him every day;--but they did see him every day as it was.--Why could
not they go on as they had done?

Mr. Woodhouse could not be soon reconciled; but the worst was overcome
the idea was given; time and continual repetition must do the rest.-To
Emma's entreaties and assurances succeeded Mr. Knightley's
whose fond praise of her gave the subject even a kind of welcome;

and he was soon used to be talked to by eachon every fair occasion.--
They had all the assistance which Isabella could giveby letters
of the strongest approbation; and Mrs. Weston was ready
on the first meetingto consider the subject in the most
serviceable light--firstas a settledandsecondlyas a good one-well
aware of the nearly equal importance of the two recommendations
to Mr. Woodhouse's mind.--It was agreed uponas what was to be;
and every body by whom he was used to be guided assuring him that
it would be for his happiness; and having some feelings himself
which almost admitted ithe began to think that some time or other-in
another year or twoperhaps--it might not be so very bad
if the marriage did take place.

Mrs. Weston was acting no partfeigning no feelings in all that she
said to him in favour of the event.--She had been extremely surprized
never more sothan when Emma first opened the affair to her;
but she saw in it only increase of happiness to alland had
no scruple in urging him to the utmost.--She had such a regard
for Mr. Knightleyas to think he deserved even her dearest Emma;
and it was in every respect so propersuitableand unexceptionable
a connexionand in one respectone point of the highest importance
so peculiarly eligibleso singularly fortunatethat now it seemed
as if Emma could not safely have attached herself to any other creature
and that she had herself been the stupidest of beings in not having
thought of itand wished it long ago.--How very few of those men
in a rank of life to address Emma would have renounced their own
home for Hartfield! And who but Mr. Knightley could know and bear
with Mr. Woodhouseso as to make such an arrangement desirable!--
The difficulty of disposing of poor Mr. Woodhouse had been always
felt in her husband's plans and her ownfor a marriage between Frank
and Emma. How to settle the claims of Enscombe and Hartfield had
been a continual impediment--less acknowledged by Mr. Weston than
by herself--but even he had never been able to finish the subject
better than by saying--"Those matters will take care of themselves;
the young people will find a way." But here there was nothing to be
shifted off in a wild speculation on the future. It was all right
all openall equal. No sacrifice on any side worth the name.
It was a union of the highest promise of felicity in itself
and without one realrational difficulty to oppose or delay it.

Mrs. Westonwith her baby on her kneeindulging in such reflections
as thesewas one of the happiest women in the world. If any thing
could increase her delightit was perceiving that the baby would
soon have outgrown its first set of caps.

The news was universally a surprize wherever it spread;
and Mr. Weston had his five minutes share of it; but five minutes
were enough to familiarise the idea to his quickness of mind.--
He saw the advantages of the matchand rejoiced in them with all
the constancy of his wife; but the wonder of it was very soon nothing;
and by the end of an hour he was not far from believing that he
had always foreseen it.

It is to be a secret, I conclude,said he. "These matters are
always a secrettill it is found out that every body knows them.
Only let me be told when I may speak out.--I wonder whether Jane has
any suspicion."

He went to Highbury the next morningand satisfied himself on
that point. He told her the news. Was not she like a daughter
his eldest daughter?--he must tell her; and Miss Bates being present
it passedof courseto Mrs. ColeMrs. Perryand Mrs. Elton
immediately afterwards. It was no more than the principals were
prepared for; they had calculated from the time of its being known

at Randallshow soon it would be over Highbury; and were thinking
of themselvesas the evening wonder in many a family circle
with great sagacity.

In generalit was a very well approved match. Some might think him
and others might think herthe most in luck. One set might
recommend their all removing to Donwelland leaving Hartfield
for the John Knightleys; and another might predict disagreements
among their servants; but yetupon the wholethere was no serious
objection raisedexcept in one habitationthe Vicarage.--There
the surprize was not softened by any satisfaction. Mr. Elton
cared little about itcompared with his wife; he only hoped "the
young lady's pride would now be contented;" and supposed "she had
always meant to catch Knightley if she could;" andon the point
of living at Hartfieldcould daringly exclaimRather he than I!--
But Mrs. Elton was very much discomposed indeed.--"Poor Knightley!
poor fellow!--sad business for him.--She was extremely concerned;
forthough very eccentriche had a thousand good qualities.--
How could he be so taken in?--Did not think him at all in love-not
in the least.--Poor Knightley!--There would be an end of all
pleasant intercourse with him.--How happy he had been to come and dine
with them whenever they asked him! But that would be all over now.--
Poor fellow!--No more exploring parties to Donwell made for her.
Oh! no; there would be a Mrs. Knightley to throw cold water on
every thing.--Extremely disagreeable! But she was not at all sorry
that she had abused the housekeeper the other day.--Shocking plan
living together. It would never do. She knew a family near Maple
Grove who had tried itand been obliged to separate before the end
of the first quarter.


Time passed on. A few more to-morrowsand the party from London
would be arriving. It was an alarming change; and Emma was thinking
of it one morningas what must bring a great deal to agitate and
grieve herwhen Mr. Knightley came inand distressing thoughts
were put by. After the first chat of pleasure he was silent;
and thenin a graver tonebegan with

I have something to tell you, Emma; some news.

Good or bad?said shequicklylooking up in his face.

I do not know which it ought to be called.

Oh! good I am sure.--I see it in your countenance. You are trying
not to smile.

I am afraid,said hecomposing his featuresI am very much afraid,
my dear Emma, that you will not smile when you hear it.

Indeed! but why so?--I can hardly imagine that any thing which
pleases or amuses you, should not please and amuse me too.

There is one subject,he repliedI hope but one, on which
we do not think alike.He paused a momentagain smiling
with his eyes fixed on her face. "Does nothing occur to you?-Do
not you recollect?--Harriet Smith."

Her cheeks flushed at the nameand she felt afraid of something
though she knew not what.

Have you heard from her yourself this morning?cried he.
You have, I believe, and know the whole.

No, I have not; I know nothing; pray tell me.

You are prepared for the worst, I see--and very bad it is.
Harriet Smith marries Robert Martin.

Emma gave a startwhich did not seem like being prepared--
and her eyesin eager gazesaidNo, this is impossible!
but her lips were closed.

It is so, indeed,continued Mr. Knightley; "I have it from Robert
Martin himself. He left me not half an hour ago."

She was still looking at him with the most speaking amazement.

You like it, my Emma, as little as I feared.--I wish our opinions were
the same. But in time they will. Time, you may be sure, will make
one or the other of us think differently; and, in the meanwhile,
we need not talk much on the subject.

You mistake me, you quite mistake me,she repliedexerting herself.
It is not that such a circumstance would now make me unhappy,
but I cannot believe it. It seems an impossibility!--You cannot mean
to say, that Harriet Smith has accepted Robert Martin. You cannot
mean that he has even proposed to her again--yet. You only mean,
that he intends it.

I mean that he has done it,answered Mr. Knightleywith smiling
but determined decisionand been accepted.

Good God!she cried.--"Well!"--Then having recourse to her workbasket
in excuse for leaning down her faceand concealing all the
exquisite feelings of delight and entertainment which she knew she
must be expressingshe addedWell, now tell me every thing;
make this intelligible to me. How, where, when?--Let me know it all.
I never was more surprized--but it does not make me unhappy,
I assure you.--How--how has it been possible?

It is a very simple story. He went to town on business three days ago,
and I got him to take charge of some papers which I was wanting
to send to John.--He delivered these papers to John, at his chambers,
and was asked by him to join their party the same evening to Astley's.
They were going to take the two eldest boys to Astley's. The party
was to be our brother and sister, Henry, John--and Miss Smith.
My friend Robert could not resist. They called for him in their way;
were all extremely amused; and my brother asked him to dine with
them the next day--which he did--and in the course of that visit
(as I understand) he found an opportunity of speaking to Harriet;
and certainly did not speak in vain.--She made him, by her acceptance,
as happy even as he is deserving. He came down by yesterday's coach,
and was with me this morning immediately after breakfast, to report
his proceedings, first on my affairs, and then on his own.
This is all that I can relate of the how, where, and when.
Your friend Harriet will make a much longer history when you see her.--
She will give you all the minute particulars, which only woman's
language can make interesting.--In our communications we deal only
in the great.--However, I must say, that Robert Martin's heart seemed
for him, and to me, very overflowing; and that he did mention,
without its being much to the purpose, that on quitting their
box at Astley's, my brother took charge of Mrs. John Knightley
and little John, and he followed with Miss Smith and Henry;

and that at one time they were in such a crowd, as to make Miss Smith
rather uneasy.

He stopped.--Emma dared not attempt any immediate reply. To speak
she was sure would be to betray a most unreasonable degree
of happiness. She must wait a momentor he would think her mad.
Her silence disturbed him; and after observing her a little while
he added

Emma, my love, you said that this circumstance would not now make
you unhappy; but I am afraid it gives you more pain than you expected.
His situation is an evil--but you must consider it as what satisfies
your friend; and I will answer for your thinking better and better
of him as you know him more. His good sense and good principles would
delight you.--As far as the man is concerned, you could not wish your
friend in better hands. His rank in society I would alter if I could,
which is saying a great deal I assure you, Emma.--You laugh at me
about William Larkins; but I could quite as ill spare Robert Martin.

He wanted her to look up and smile; and having now brought herself
not to smile too broadly--she did--cheerfully answering

You need not be at any pains to reconcile me to the match. I think
Harriet is doing extremely well. Her connexions may be worse than his.
In respectability of character, there can be no doubt that they are.
I have been silent from surprize merely, excessive surprize.
You cannot imagine how suddenly it has come on me! how peculiarly
unprepared I was!--for I had reason to believe her very lately more
determined against him, much more, than she was before.

You ought to know your friend best,replied Mr. Knightley;
but I should say she was a good-tempered, soft-hearted girl,
not likely to be very, very determined against any young man who told
her he loved her.

Emma could not help laughing as she answeredUpon my word,
I believe you know her quite as well as I do.--But, Mr. Knightley,
are you perfectly sure that she has absolutely and downright
accepted him. I could suppose she might in time--but can she already?--
Did not you misunderstand him?--You were both talking of other things;
of business, shows of cattle, or new drills--and might not you,
in the confusion of so many subjects, mistake him?--It was not
Harriet's hand that he was certain of--it was the dimensions of some
famous ox.

The contrast between the countenance and air of Mr. Knightley and
Robert Martin wasat this momentso strong to Emma's feelings
and so strong was the recollection of all that had so recently
passed on Harriet's sideso fresh the sound of those words
spoken with such emphasisNo, I hope I know better than to think
of Robert Martin,that she was really expecting the intelligence
to provein some measurepremature. It could not be otherwise.

Do you dare say this?cried Mr. Knightley. "Do you dare to suppose
me so great a blockheadas not to know what a man is talking of?--
What do you deserve?"

Oh! I always deserve the best treatment, because I never put
up with any other; and, therefore, you must give me a plain,
direct answer. Are you quite sure that you understand the terms
on which Mr. Martin and Harriet now are?

I am quite sure,he repliedspeaking very distinctlythat he
told me she had accepted him; and that there was no obscurity,

nothing doubtful, in the words he used; and I think I can give you
a proof that it must be so. He asked my opinion as to what he
was now to do. He knew of no one but Mrs. Goddard to whom he
could apply for information of her relations or friends. Could I
mention any thing more fit to be done, than to go to Mrs. Goddard?
I assured him that I could not. Then, he said, he would endeavour
to see her in the course of this day.

I am perfectly satisfied,replied Emmawith the brightest smiles
and most sincerely wish them happy.

You are materially changed since we talked on this subject before.

I hope so--for at that time I was a fool.

And I am changed also; for I am now very willing to grant you all
Harriet's good qualities. I have taken some pains for your sake,
and for Robert Martin's sake, (whom I have always had reason to believe
as much in love with her as ever,) to get acquainted with her.
I have often talked to her a good deal. You must have seen that
I did. Sometimes, indeed, I have thought you were half suspecting me
of pleading poor Martin's cause, which was never the case; but, from all
my observations, I am convinced of her being an artless, amiable girl,
with very good notions, very seriously good principles, and placing
her happiness in the affections and utility of domestic life.--
Much of this, I have no doubt, she may thank you for.

Me!cried Emmashaking her head.--"Ah! poor Harriet!"

She checked herselfhoweverand submitted quietly to a little
more praise than she deserved.

Their conversation was soon afterwards closed by the entrance of
her father. She was not sorry. She wanted to be alone. Her mind
was in a state of flutter and wonderwhich made it impossible for her
to be collected. She was in dancingsingingexclaiming spirits;
and till she had moved aboutand talked to herselfand laughed
and reflectedshe could be fit for nothing rational.

Her father's business was to announce James's being gone out to put
the horses topreparatory to their now daily drive to Randalls;
and she hadthereforean immediate excuse for disappearing.

The joythe gratitudethe exquisite delight of her sensations
may be imagined. The sole grievance and alloy thus removed in the
prospect of Harriet's welfareshe was really in danger of becoming
too happy for security.--What had she to wish for? Nothingbut to
grow more worthy of himwhose intentions and judgment had been
ever so superior to her own. Nothingbut that the lessons
of her past folly might teach her humility and circumspection in future.

Serious she wasvery serious in her thankfulnessand in her resolutions;
and yet there was no preventing a laughsometimes in the very midst
of them. She must laugh at such a close! Such an end of the doleful
disappointment of five weeks back! Such a heart--such a Harriet!

Now there would be pleasure in her returning--Every thing would
be a pleasure. It would be a great pleasure to know Robert Martin.

High in the rank of her most serious and heartfelt felicities
was the reflection that all necessity of concealment from
Mr. Knightley would soon be over. The disguiseequivocation
mysteryso hateful to her to practisemight soon be over.
She could now look forward to giving him that full and perfect

confidence which her disposition was most ready to welcome as a duty.

In the gayest and happiest spirits she set forward with her father;
not always listeningbut always agreeing to what he said;
andwhether in speech or silenceconniving at the comfortable
persuasion of his being obliged to go to Randalls every day
or poor Mrs. Weston would be disappointed.

They arrived.--Mrs. Weston was alone in the drawing-room:--
but hardly had they been told of the babyand Mr. Woodhouse
received the thanks for comingwhich he asked forwhen a glimpse
was caught through the blindof two figures passing near the window.

It is Frank and Miss Fairfax,said Mrs. Weston. "I was just
going to tell you of our agreeable surprize in seeing him arrive
this morning. He stays till to-morrowand Miss Fairfax has been
persuaded to spend the day with us.--They are coming inI hope."

In half a minute they were in the room. Emma was extremely glad
to see him--but there was a degree of confusion--a number of
embarrassing recollections on each side. They met readily and smiling
but with a consciousness which at first allowed little to be said;
and having all sat down againthere was for some time such a blank
in the circlethat Emma began to doubt whether the wish now indulged
which she had long feltof seeing Frank Churchill once more
and of seeing him with Janewould yield its proportion of pleasure.
When Mr. Weston joined the partyhoweverand when the baby
was fetchedthere was no longer a want of subject or animation--
or of courage and opportunity for Frank Churchill to draw near her
and say

I have to thank you, Miss Woodhouse, for a very kind forgiving
message in one of Mrs. Weston's letters. I hope time has not made
you less willing to pardon. I hope you do not retract what you
then said.

No, indeed,cried Emmamost happy to beginnot in the least.
I am particularly glad to see and shake hands with you--and to give
you joy in person.

He thanked her with all his heartand continued some time to speak
with serious feeling of his gratitude and happiness.

Is not she looking well?said heturning his eyes towards Jane.
Better than she ever used to do?--You see how my father and
Mrs. Weston doat upon her.

But his spirits were soon rising againand with laughing eyes
after mentioning the expected return of the Campbellshe named
the name of Dixon.--Emma blushedand forbade its being pronounced
in her hearing.

I can never think of it,she criedwithout extreme shame.

The shame,he answeredis all mine, or ought to be. But is it
possible that you had no suspicion?--I mean of late. Early, I know,
you had none.

I never had the smallest, I assure you.

That appears quite wonderful. I was once very near--and I wish I had--
it would have been better. But though I was always doing wrong things,
they were very bad wrong things, and such as did me no service.--
It would have been a much better transgression had I broken the bond

of secrecy and told you every thing.

It is not now worth a regret,said Emma.

I have some hope,resumed heof my uncle's being persuaded
to pay a visit at Randalls; he wants to be introduced to her.
When the Campbells are returned, we shall meet them in London,
and continue there, I trust, till we may carry her northward.--But now,
I am at such a distance from her--is not it hard, Miss Woodhouse?--
Till this morning, we have not once met since the day of reconciliation.
Do not you pity me?

Emma spoke her pity so very kindlythat with a sudden accession
of gay thoughthe cried

Ah! by the bye,then sinking his voiceand looking demure for
the moment--"I hope Mr. Knightley is well?" He paused.--She coloured
and laughed.--"I know you saw my letterand think you may remember
my wish in your favour. Let me return your congratulations.--
I assure you that I have heard the news with the warmest interest
and satisfaction.--He is a man whom I cannot presume to praise."

Emma was delightedand only wanted him to go on in the same style;
but his mind was the next moment in his own concerns and with his
own Janeand his next words were

Did you ever see such a skin?--such smoothness! such delicacy!--
and yet without being actually fair.--One cannot call her fair.
It is a most uncommon complexion, with her dark eye-lashes and hair--
a most distinguishing complexion! So peculiarly the lady in it.--
Just colour enough for beauty.

I have always admired her complexion,replied Emmaarchly; "but do not
I remember the time when you found fault with her for being so pale?--
When we first began to talk of her.--Have you quite forgotten?"

Oh! no--what an impudent dog I was!--How could I dare--

But he laughed so heartily at the recollectionthat Emma could
not help saying

I do suspect that in the midst of your perplexities at that time,
you had very great amusement in tricking us all.--I am sure you had.--
I am sure it was a consolation to you.

Oh! no, no, no--how can you suspect me of such a thing?
I was the most miserable wretch!

Not quite so miserable as to be insensible to mirth. I am sure it
was a source of high entertainment to you, to feel that you were taking
us all in.--Perhaps I am the readier to suspect, because, to tell
you the truth, I think it might have been some amusement to myself
in the same situation. I think there is a little likeness between us.

He bowed.

If not in our dispositions,she presently addedwith a look of
true sensibilitythere is a likeness in our destiny; the destiny
which bids fair to connect us with two characters so much superior
to our own.

True, true,he answeredwarmly. "Nonot true on your side. You can
have no superiorbut most true on mine.--She is a complete angel.
Look at her. Is not she an angel in every gesture? Observe the turn

of her throat. Observe her eyesas she is looking up at my father.--
You will be glad to hear (inclining his headand whispering seriously)
that my uncle means to give her all my aunt's jewels. They are to be
new set. I am resolved to have some in an ornament for the head.
Will not it be beautiful in her dark hair?"

Very beautiful, indeed,replied Emma; and she spoke so kindly
that he gratefully burst out

How delighted I am to see you again! and to see you in such
excellent looks!--I would not have missed this meeting for the world.
I should certainly have called at Hartfield, had you failed to come.

The others had been talking of the childMrs. Weston giving an
account of a little alarm she had been underthe evening before
from the infant's appearing not quite well. She believed she had
been foolishbut it had alarmed herand she had been within half
a minute of sending for Mr. Perry. Perhaps she ought to be ashamed
but Mr. Weston had been almost as uneasy as herself.--In ten minutes
howeverthe child had been perfectly well again. This was
her history; and particularly interesting it was to Mr. Woodhouse
who commended her very much for thinking of sending for Perry
and only regretted that she had not done it. "She should always send
for Perryif the child appeared in the slightest degree disordered
were it only for a moment. She could not be too soon alarmed
nor send for Perry too often. It was a pityperhapsthat he
had not come last night; forthough the child seemed well now
very well consideringit would probably have been better if Perry
had seen it."

Frank Churchill caught the name.

Perry!said he to Emmaand tryingas he spoketo catch Miss
Fairfax's eye. "My friend Mr. Perry! What are they saying
about Mr. Perry?--Has he been here this morning?--And how does
he travel now?--Has he set up his carriage?"

Emma soon recollectedand understood him; and while she joined
in the laughit was evident from Jane's countenance that she
too was really hearing himthough trying to seem deaf.

Such an extraordinary dream of mine!he cried. "I can never think
of it without laughing.--She hears usshe hears usMiss Woodhouse.
I see it in her cheekher smileher vain attempt to frown.
Look at her. Do not you see thatat this instantthe very passage
of her own letterwhich sent me the reportis passing under her eye-that
the whole blunder is spread before her--that she can attend to
nothing elsethough pretending to listen to the others?"

Jane was forced to smile completelyfor a moment; and the smile
partly remained as she turned towards himand said in a conscious
lowyet steady voice

How you can bear such recollections, is astonishing to me!--
They will sometimes obtrude--but how you can court them!

He had a great deal to say in returnand very entertainingly;
but Emma's feelings were chiefly with Janein the argument; and on
leaving Randallsand falling naturally into a comparison of the two men
she feltthat pleased as she had been to see Frank Churchill
and really regarding him as she did with friendshipshe had never
been more sensible of Mr. Knightley's high superiority of character.
The happiness of this most happy dayreceived its completionin the
animated contemplation of his worth which this comparison produced.


If Emma had stillat intervalsan anxious feeling for Harriet
a momentary doubt of its being possible for her to be really cured
of her attachment to Mr. Knightleyand really able to accept
another man from unbiased inclinationit was not long that she
had to suffer from the recurrence of any such uncertainty.
A very few days brought the party from Londonand she had no
sooner an opportunity of being one hour alone with Harriet
than she became perfectly satisfied--unaccountable as it was!-that
Robert Martin had thoroughly supplanted Mr. Knightley
and was now forming all her views of happiness.

Harriet was a little distressed--did look a little foolish at first:
but having once owned that she had been presumptuous and silly
and self-deceivedbeforeher pain and confusion seemed to die
away with the wordsand leave her without a care for the past
and with the fullest exultation in the present and future; foras to
her friend's approbationEmma had instantly removed every fear of
that natureby meeting her with the most unqualified congratulations.--
Harriet was most happy to give every particular of the evening at
Astley'sand the dinner the next day; she could dwell on it all
with the utmost delight. But what did such particulars explain?--
The fact wasas Emma could now acknowledgethat Harriet had
always liked Robert Martin; and that his continuing to love her had
been irresistible.--Beyond thisit must ever be unintelligible
to Emma.

The eventhoweverwas most joyful; and every day was giving her
fresh reason for thinking so.--Harriet's parentage became known.
She proved to be the daughter of a tradesmanrich enough to afford
her the comfortable maintenance which had ever been hersand decent
enough to have always wished for concealment.--Such was the blood
of gentility which Emma had formerly been so ready to vouch for!--
It was likely to be as untaintedperhapsas the blood of many
a gentleman: but what a connexion had she been preparing for
Mr. Knightley--or for the Churchills--or even for Mr. Elton!--
The stain of illegitimacyunbleached by nobility or wealth
would have been a stain indeed.

No objection was raised on the father's side; the young man was
treated liberally; it was all as it should be: and as Emma became
acquainted with Robert Martinwho was now introduced at Hartfield
she fully acknowledged in him all the appearance of sense and worth
which could bid fairest for her little friend. She had no doubt
of Harriet's happiness with any good-tempered man; but with him
and in the home he offeredthere would be the hope of more
of securitystabilityand improvement. She would be placed in the
midst of those who loved herand who had better sense than herself;
retired enough for safetyand occupied enough for cheerfulness.
She would be never led into temptationnor left for it to find her out.
She would be respectable and happy; and Emma admitted her to be
the luckiest creature in the worldto have created so steady and
persevering an affection in such a man;--orif not quite the luckiest
to yield only to herself.

Harrietnecessarily drawn away by her engagements with the Martins
was less and less at Hartfield; which was not to be regretted.--
The intimacy between her and Emma must sink; their friendship must
change into a calmer sort of goodwill; andfortunatelywhat ought

to beand must beseemed already beginningand in the most gradual
natural manner.

Before the end of SeptemberEmma attended Harriet to churchand saw
her hand bestowed on Robert Martin with so complete a satisfaction
as no remembranceseven connected with Mr. Elton as he stood
before themcould impair.--Perhapsindeedat that time she
scarcely saw Mr. Eltonbut as the clergyman whose blessing at the
altar might next fall on herself.--Robert Martin and Harriet Smith
the latest couple engaged of the threewere the first to be married.

Jane Fairfax had already quitted Highburyand was restored to the
comforts of her beloved home with the Campbells.--The Mr. Churchills
were also in town; and they were only waiting for November.

The intermediate month was the one fixed onas far as they dared
by Emma and Mr. Knightley.--They had determined that their marriage
ought to be concluded while John and Isabella were still at Hartfield
to allow them the fortnight's absence in a tour to the seaside
which was the plan.--John and Isabellaand every other friend
were agreed in approving it. But Mr. Woodhouse--how was Mr. Woodhouse
to be induced to consent?--hewho had never yet alluded to their
marriage but as a distant event.

When first sounded on the subjecthe was so miserablethat they
were almost hopeless.--A second allusionindeedgave less pain.--
He began to think it was to beand that he could not prevent it-a
very promising step of the mind on its way to resignation.
Stillhoweverhe was not happy. Nayhe appeared so much otherwise
that his daughter's courage failed. She could not bear to see
him sufferingto know him fancying himself neglected; and though
her understanding almost acquiesced in the assurance of both the
Mr. Knightleysthat when once the event were overhis distress
would be soon over tooshe hesitated--she could not proceed.

In this state of suspense they were befriendednot by any sudden
illumination of Mr. Woodhouse's mindor any wonderful change of his
nervous systembut by the operation of the same system in another way.--
Mrs. Weston's poultry-house was robbed one night of all her turkeys-evidently
by the ingenuity of man. Other poultry-yards in the
neighbourhood also suffered.--Pilfering was housebreaking to
Mr. Woodhouse's fears.--He was very uneasy; and but for the sense
of his son-in-law's protectionwould have been under wretched alarm
every night of his life. The strengthresolutionand presence
of mind of the Mr. Knightleyscommanded his fullest dependence.
While either of them protected him and hisHartfield was safe.--
But Mr. John Knightley must be in London again by the end of the
first week in November.

The result of this distress wasthatwith a much more voluntary
cheerful consent than his daughter had ever presumed to hope for at
the momentshe was able to fix her wedding-day--and Mr. Elton was
called onwithin a month from the marriage of Mr. and Mrs. Robert
Martinto join the hands of Mr. Knightley and Miss Woodhouse.

The wedding was very much like other weddingswhere the parties
have no taste for finery or parade; and Mrs. Eltonfrom the
particulars detailed by her husbandthought it all extremely shabby
and very inferior to her own.--"Very little white satinvery few
lace veils; a most pitiful business!--Selina would stare when she
heard of it."--Butin spite of these deficienciesthe wishes
the hopesthe confidencethe predictions of the small band
of true friends who witnessed the ceremonywere fully answered
in the perfect happiness of the union.