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  "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 powerful, she 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, ones 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 Emma, smiling graciously, "would 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 answering, Harriet turned away confused, and stood thoughtfully by the fire; and though the letter was still in her hand, it was now mechanically twisted about without regard. Emma waited the result with impatience, but not without strong hopes. At last, with 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 danger, but the idea of it struck her forcibly.

  "You could not have visited me!" she cried, looking 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 least, he is very good natured, and I shall always feel much obliged to him, and have a great regard for– but that is quite a different thing from-and you know, though he may like me, it 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 them, person and manners, there is no comparison at all, one is so very handsome and agreeable.

  However, I 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 friend, but 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 directly, which was agreed to, in the hope of her assistance; and though Emma continued to protest against any assistance being wanted, it was in fact given in the formation of every sentence. The looking over his letter again, in replying to it, had such a softening tendency, that 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 letter, however, was written, and sealed, and sent.

  The business was finished, and Harriet safe. She was rather low all the evening, but 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 was, "I 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 smiled, and said something about wondering that people should like her so much. The idea of Mr. Elton was certainly cheering; but still, after a time, she 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 moment, perhaps, Mr. Elton is shewing your picture to his mother and sisters, telling how much more beautiful is the original, and after being asked for it five or six times, allowing them to hear your name, your 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-m
orrow.

  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 again, and her smiles grew stronger.

  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. Goddards, 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 Emmas 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-girls 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. Eltons 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. Goddards to-day; and she may be detained by a visitor, without thinking him at all a tiresome wretch. "