Emma eBook

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

“Me!” cried Harriet, colouring, and astonished.  “Why should you caution me?—­You do not think I care about Mr. Frank Churchill.”

“I am delighted to hear you speak so stoutly on the subject,” replied Emma, smiling; “but you do not mean to deny that there was a time—­and not very distant either—­when you gave me reason to understand that you did care about him?”

“Him!—­never, never.  Dear Miss Woodhouse, how could you so mistake me?” turning away distressed.

“Harriet!” cried Emma, after a moment’s pause—­“What do you mean?—­ Good Heaven! what do you mean?—­Mistake you!—­Am I to suppose then?—­”

She could not speak another word.—­Her voice was lost; and she sat down, waiting in great terror till Harriet should answer.

Harriet, who was standing at some distance, and with face turned from her, did not immediately say any thing; and when she did speak, it was in a voice nearly as agitated as Emma’s.

“I should not have thought it possible,” she began, “that you could have misunderstood me!  I know we agreed never to name him—­ but considering how infinitely superior he is to every body else, I should not have thought it possible that I could be supposed to mean any other person.  Mr. Frank Churchill, indeed!  I do not know who would ever look at him in the company of the other.  I hope I have a better taste than to think of Mr. Frank Churchill, who is like nobody by his side.  And that you should have been so mistaken, is amazing!—­I am sure, but for believing that you entirely approved and meant to encourage me in my attachment, I should have considered it at first too great a presumption almost, to dare to think of him.  At first, if you had not told me that more wonderful things had happened; that there had been matches of greater disparity (those were your very words);—­ I should not have dared to give way to—­I should not have thought it possible—­But if you, who had been always acquainted with him—­”

“Harriet!” cried Emma, collecting herself resolutely—­“Let us understand each other now, without the possibility of farther mistake.  Are you speaking of—­Mr. Knightley?”

“To be sure I am.  I never could have an idea of any body else—­ and so I thought you knew.  When we talked about him, it was as clear as possible.”

“Not quite,” returned Emma, with forced calmness, “for all that you then said, appeared to me to relate to a different person.  I could almost assert that you had named Mr. Frank Churchill.  I am sure the service Mr. Frank Churchill had rendered you, in protecting you from the gipsies, was spoken of.”

“Oh!  Miss Woodhouse, how you do forget!”

“My dear Harriet, I perfectly remember the substance of what I said on the occasion.  I told you that I did not wonder at your attachment; that considering the service he had rendered you, it was extremely natural:—­and you agreed to it, expressing yourself very warmly as to your sense of that service, and mentioning even what your sensations had been in seeing him come forward to your rescue.—­The impression of it is strong on my memory.”

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