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
"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
"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
"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 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. Knightley, "whoever 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 you, yourself, ever to
marry, she is the very woman for you. And is she, at seventeen, just
entering into life, just beginning to be known, to 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
presently, "though 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
"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 sense, sincerity, and good-humour to recommend them;
and his mind has more true gentility than Harriet Smith could understand."
Emma made no answer, and tried to look cheerfully unconcerned, but 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 general, which 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 Emma, laughing 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 he, rising 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 it, by the sanction he had
given; and the part which he was persuaded Emma had taken in the affair,
was provoking him exceedingly.
Emma remained in a state of vexation too; but there was more
indistinctness in the causes of her's, than in his. She did not always
feel so absolutely satisfied with herself, so entirely convinced that her
opinions were right and her adversary's wrong, as Mr. Knightley. He walked
off in more complete self-approbation than he left for her. She was not so
materially cast down, however, but 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 morning, and 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 appeared, and
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 her, that let Mr. Knightley think or say what he would, she
had done nothing which woman's friendship and woman's feelings would not
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 interest, nor (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 herself, that he had spoken it hastily and in anger, she was
able to believe, that he had rather said what he wished resentfully to be
true, than what he knew any thing about. He certainly might have heard Mr.
Elton speak with more unreserve than she had ever done, and Mr. Elton
might not be of an imprudent, inconsiderate disposition as to money
matters; he might naturally be rather attentive than otherwise to them;
but then, Mr. Knightley did not make due allowance for the influence of a
strong passion at war with all interested motives. Mr. Knightley saw no
such passion, and 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 reasonable,
becoming degree of prudence, she was very sure did not belong to Mr.
Harriet's cheerful look and manner established hers: she came back, not to
think of Mr. Martin, but to talk of Mr. Elton. Miss Nash had been telling
her something, which she repeated immediately with great delight. Mr.
Perry had been to Mrs. Goddard's to attend a sick child, and Miss Nash had
seen him, and he had told Miss Nash, that as he was coming back yesterday
from Clayton Park, he had met Mr. Elton, and found to his great surprize,
that Mr. Elton was actually on his road to London, and not meaning to
return till the morrow, though it was the whist-club night, which he had
been never known to miss before; and Mr. Perry had remonstrated with him
about it, and told him how shabby it was in him, their best player, to
absent himself, and 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 on,
and had said in a veryparticular 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 him, but he was very sure there must be a lady in the
case, and he told him so; and Mr. Elton only looked very conscious and
smiling, and rode off in great spirits. Miss Nash had told her all this,
and had talked a great deal more about Mr. Elton; and said, looking 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."