Emma eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 469 pages of information about Emma.

Of the lady, individually, Emma thought very little.  She was good enough for Mr. Elton, no doubt; accomplished enough for Highbury—­ handsome enough—­to look plain, probably, by Harriet’s side.  As to connexion, there Emma was perfectly easy; persuaded, that after all his own vaunted claims and disdain of Harriet, he had done nothing.  On that article, truth seemed attainable. What she was, must be uncertain; but who she was, might be found out; and setting aside the 10,000 l., it did not appear that she was at all Harriet’s superior.  She brought no name, no blood, no alliance.  Miss Hawkins was the youngest of the two daughters of a Bristol—­ merchant, of course, he must be called; but, as the whole of the profits of his mercantile life appeared so very moderate, it 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 home, the very heart of Bristol; for though the father and mother had died some years ago, an uncle remained—­ in the law line—­nothing more distinctly honourable was hazarded of him, than 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 sister, who was very well married, to a gentleman in a great way, near Bristol, who 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; but, alas! 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  He might be superseded by another; he certainly would indeed; nothing could be clearer; even a Robert Martin would have been sufficient; but nothing else, she feared, would cure her.  Harriet was one of those, who, having once begun, would be always in love.  And now, poor 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 him, or just to miss him, just to hear his voice, or see his shoulder, just to have something occur to preserve him in her fancy, in all the favouring warmth of surprize and conjecture.  She was, moreover, perpetually hearing about him; for, excepting when at Hartfield, she was always among those who saw no fault in Mr. Elton, and found nothing so interesting as the discussion of his concerns; and every report, therefore, every guess—­all that had already occurred, all that might occur in the arrangement of his affairs, comprehending income, servants, and furniture, was continually in agitation around her.  Her regard was receiving strength by invariable praise of him, and her regrets kept alive, and feelings irritated by ceaseless repetitions of Miss Hawkins’s happiness, and continual observation of, how 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!

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