Emma eBook

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

Emma was most agreeably surprized.—­Mr. Elton’s absence just at this time was the very thing to be desired.  She admired him for contriving it, though not able to give him much credit for the manner in which it was announced.  Resentment could not have been more plainly spoken than in a civility to her father, from which she was so pointedly excluded.  She had not even a share in his opening compliments.—­Her name was not mentioned;—­ and there was so striking a change in all this, and such an ill-judged solemnity of leave-taking in his graceful acknowledgments, as she thought, at first, could not escape her father’s suspicion.

It did, however.—­Her father was quite taken up with the surprize of so sudden a journey, and his fears that Mr. Elton might never get safely to the end of it, and saw nothing extraordinary in his language.  It was a very useful note, for it supplied them with fresh matter for thought and conversation during the rest of their lonely evening.  Mr. Woodhouse talked over his alarms, and Emma was in spirits to persuade them away with all her usual promptitude.

She now resolved to keep Harriet no longer in the dark.  She had reason to believe her nearly recovered from her cold, and it was desirable that she should have as much time as possible for getting the better of her other complaint before the gentleman’s return.  She went to Mrs. Goddard’s accordingly the very next day, to undergo the necessary penance of communication; and a severe one it was.—­ She had to destroy all the hopes which she had been so industriously feeding—­to appear in the ungracious character of the one preferred—­ and acknowledge herself grossly mistaken and mis-judging in all her ideas on one subject, all her observations, all her convictions, all her prophecies for the last six weeks.

The confession completely renewed her first shame—­and the sight of Harriet’s tears made her think that she should never be in charity with herself again.

Harriet bore the intelligence very well—­blaming nobody—­ and in every thing testifying such an ingenuousness of disposition and lowly opinion of herself, as must appear with particular advantage at that moment to her friend.

Emma was in the humour to value simplicity and modesty to the utmost; and all that was amiable, all that ought to be attaching, seemed on Harriet’s side, not her own.  Harriet did not consider herself as having any thing to complain of.  The affection of such a man as Mr. Elton would have been too great a distinction.—­ She never could have deserved him—­and nobody but so partial and kind a friend as Miss Woodhouse would have thought it possible.

Her tears fell abundantly—­but her grief was so truly artless, that no dignity could have made it more respectable in Emma’s eyes—­ and she listened to her and tried to console her with all her heart and understanding—­really for the time convinced that Harriet was the superior creature of the two—­and that to resemble her would be more for her own welfare and happiness than all that genius or intelligence could do.

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