Emma - Jane Austen (chromebook ebook reader txt) 📗

spoke, it occurred to her that he might have called at Mrs. Goddard’s in his way.

“I had a few lines on parish business from Mr. Weston this morning, and at the end of them he gave me a brief account of what had happened.”

Emma was quite relieved, and could presently say, with a little more composure,

“You probably have been less surprised than any of us, for you have had your suspicions.⁠—I have not forgotten that you once tried to give me a caution.⁠—I wish I had attended to it⁠—but⁠—(with a sinking voice and a heavy sigh) I seem to have been doomed to blindness.”

For a moment or two nothing was said, and she was unsuspicious of having excited any particular interest, till she found her arm drawn within his, and pressed against his heart, and heard him thus saying, in a tone of great sensibility, speaking low,

“Time, my dearest Emma, time will heal the wound.⁠—Your own excellent sense⁠—your exertions for your father’s sake⁠—I know you will not allow yourself⁠—.” Her arm was pressed again, as he added, in a more broken and subdued accent, “The feelings of the warmest friendship⁠—Indignation⁠—Abominable scoundrel!”⁠—And in a louder, steadier tone, he concluded with, “He will soon be gone. They will soon be in Yorkshire. I am sorry for her. She deserves a better fate.”

Emma understood him; and as soon as she could recover from the flutter of pleasure, excited by such tender consideration, replied,

“You are very kind⁠—but you are mistaken⁠—and I must set you right.⁠—I am not in want of that sort of compassion. My blindness to what was going on, led me to act by them in a way that I must always be ashamed of, and I was very foolishly tempted to say and do many things which may well lay me open to unpleasant conjectures, but I have no other reason to regret that I was not in the secret earlier.”

“Emma!” cried he, looking eagerly at her, “are you, indeed?”⁠—but checking himself⁠—“No, no, I understand you⁠—forgive me⁠—I am pleased that you can say even so much.⁠—He is no object of regret, indeed! and it will not be very long, I hope, before that becomes the acknowledgment of more than your reason.⁠—Fortunate that your affections were not farther entangled!⁠—I could never, I confess, from your manners, assure myself as to the degree of what you felt⁠—I could only be certain that there was a preference⁠—and a preference which I never believed him to deserve.⁠—He is a disgrace to the name of man.⁠—And is he to be rewarded with that sweet young woman?⁠—Jane, Jane, you will be a miserable creature.”

“Mr. Knightley,” said Emma, trying to be lively, but really confused⁠—“I am in a very extraordinary situation. I cannot let you continue in your error; and yet, perhaps, since my manners gave such an impression, I have as much reason to be ashamed of confessing that I never have been at all attached to the person we are speaking of, as it might be natural for a woman to feel in confessing exactly the reverse.⁠—But I never have.”

He listened in perfect silence. She wished him to speak, but he would not. She supposed she must say more before she were entitled to his clemency; but it was a hard case to be obliged still to lower herself in his opinion. She went on, however.

“I have very little to say for my own conduct.⁠—I was tempted by his attentions, and allowed myself to appear pleased.⁠—An old story, probably⁠—a common case⁠—and no more than has happened to hundreds of my sex before; and yet it may not be the more excusable in one who sets up as I do for understanding. Many circumstances assisted the temptation. He was the son of Mr. Weston⁠—he was continually here⁠—I always found him very pleasant⁠—and, in short, for (with a sigh) let me swell out the causes ever so ingeniously, they all centre in this at last⁠—my vanity was flattered, and I allowed his attentions. Latterly, however⁠—for some time, indeed⁠—I have had no idea of their meaning anything.⁠—I thought them a habit, a trick, nothing that called for seriousness on my side. He has imposed on me, but he has not injured me. I have never been attached to him. And now I can tolerably comprehend his behaviour. He never wished to attach me. It was merely a blind to conceal his real situation with another.⁠—It was his object to blind all about him; and no one, I am sure, could be more effectually blinded than myself⁠—except that I was not blinded⁠—that it was my good fortune⁠—that, in short, I was somehow or other safe from him.”

She had hoped for an answer here⁠—for a few words to say that her conduct was at least intelligible; but he was silent; and, as far as she could judge, deep in thought. At last, and tolerably in his usual tone, he said,

“I have never had a high opinion of Frank Churchill.⁠—I can suppose, however, that I may have underrated him. My acquaintance with him has been but trifling.⁠—And even if I have not underrated him hitherto, he may yet turn out well.⁠—With such a woman he has a chance.⁠—I have no motive for wishing him ill⁠—and for her sake, whose happiness will be involved in his good character and conduct, I shall certainly wish him well.”

“I have no doubt of their being happy together,” said Emma; “I believe them to be very mutually and very sincerely attached.”

“He is a most fortunate man!” returned Mr. Knightley, with energy. “So early in life⁠—at three-and-twenty⁠—a period when, if a man chooses a wife, he generally chooses ill. At three-and-twenty to have drawn such a prize! What years of felicity that man, in all human calculation, has before him!⁠—Assured of the love of such a woman⁠—the disinterested love, for Jane Fairfax’s character vouches for her disinterestedness; everything in his favour⁠—equality of situation⁠—I mean, as far as regards society, and all the habits and manners that are important; equality in every point but