الفصل الفصل 8 · 第8章

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 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 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

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. 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 speak yesterday?”

“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 son.”

“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 justify.

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. Elton.

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 _very_

_particular_ 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.”