"I do not know what your opinion may be, Mrs. Weston," said Mr. Knightley,
"of this great intimacy between Emma and Harriet Smith, but I think it a
"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.
"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. Weston, smiling, "that I thought so then;—but
since we have parted, I can never remember Emma's omitting to do any thing
"There is hardly any desiring to refresh such a memory as that,"—said
Mr. Knightley, feelingly; 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
see, hear, and remember. Emma is spoiled by being the cleverest of her
family. At ten years old, she 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 twelve, Emma
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 talents, and
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 he, smiling. "You are better placed here; very fit for
a wife, but 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 wife, I 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
"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
"Not at all," cried he; "I am much obliged to you for it. It is very good
advice, and 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
"Be satisfied," said he, "I 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 gently, "very 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. Weston, "as 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 subject, as much as possible. There were wishes at
Randalls respecting Emma's destiny, but 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.