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Emma
by Jane Austen
VOLUME I
CHAPTER VIII
Harriet slept at Hartfield that night. For some weeks past she
had been spending more than half her time there, and gradually getting
to have a bed-room appropriated to herself; and Emma judged it best
in every respect, safest and kindest, to 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 gone, Mr. Knightley called, and sat some time with
Mr. Woodhouse and Emma, till Mr. Woodhouse, who had previously made
up his mind to walk out, was persuaded by his daughter not to defer
it, and was induced by the entreaties of both, though against the
scruples of his own civility, to leave Mr. Knightley for that purpose.
Mr. Knightley, who had nothing of ceremony about him, was offering
by his short, decided answers, an 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. Knightley, instead of being
immediately off likewise, sat down again, seemingly inclined for
more chat. He began speaking of Harriet, and 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 creature, and 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 he, "you 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 contradiction, and therefore said
nothing. He presently added, with 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 adviser, and
she knew Mr. Elton looked up to him.
"I have reason to think," he replied, "that 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 Emma, who had been smiling
to herself through a great part of this speech, "how do you
know that Mr. Martin did not speak yesterday?"
"Certainly," replied he, surprized, "I do not absolutely
know it; but it may be inferred. Was not she the whole day with
you?"
"Come," said she, "I 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 up, in tall indignation, and said,
"Then she is a greater simpleton than I ever believed her.What
is the foolish girl about?"
"Oh! to be sure," cried Emma, "it 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 asperity, added, a few moments afterwards,
"No, 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
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