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Harriet
seemed
ready
to
worship
her
friend
for
a
sentence
so
satisfactory
;
and
Emma
was
only
saved
from
raptures
and
fondness
,
which
at
that
moment
would
have
been
dreadful
penance
,
by
the
sound
of
her
father
's
footsteps
.
He
was
coming
through
the
hall
.
Harriet
was
too
much
agitated
to
encounter
him
.
"
She
could
not
compose
herself
--
Mr.
Woodhouse
would
be
alarmed
--
she
had
better
go
;
"
--
with
most
ready
encouragement
from
her
friend
,
therefore
,
she
passed
off
through
another
door
--
and
the
moment
she
was
gone
,
this
was
the
spontaneous
burst
of
Emma
's
feelings
:
"
Oh
God
!
that
I
had
never
seen
her
!
"
The
rest
of
the
day
,
the
following
night
,
were
hardly
enough
for
her
thoughts
.
--
She
was
bewildered
amidst
the
confusion
of
all
that
had
rushed
on
her
within
the
last
few
hours
.
Every
moment
had
brought
a
fresh
surprize
;
and
every
surprize
must
be
matter
of
humiliation
to
her
.
--
How
to
understand
it
all
!
How
to
understand
the
deceptions
she
had
been
thus
practising
on
herself
,
and
living
under
!
--
The
blunders
,
the
blindness
of
her
own
head
and
heart
!
--
she
sat
still
,
she
walked
about
,
she
tried
her
own
room
,
she
tried
the
shrubbery
--
in
every
place
,
every
posture
,
she
perceived
that
she
had
acted
most
weakly
;
that
she
had
been
imposed
on
by
others
in
a
most
mortifying
degree
;
that
she
had
been
imposing
on
herself
in
a
degree
yet
more
mortifying
;
that
she
was
wretched
,
and
should
probably
find
this
day
but
the
beginning
of
wretchedness
.
To
understand
,
thoroughly
understand
her
own
heart
,
was
the
first
endeavour
.
To
that
point
went
every
leisure
moment
which
her
father
's
claims
on
her
allowed
,
and
every
moment
of
involuntary
absence
of
mind
.
How
long
had
Mr.
Knightley
been
so
dear
to
her
,
as
every
feeling
declared
him
now
to
be
?
When
had
his
influence
,
such
influence
begun
?
--
When
had
he
succeeded
to
that
place
in
her
affection
,
which
Frank
Churchill
had
once
,
for
a
short
period
,
occupied
?
--
She
looked
back
;
she
compared
the
two
--
compared
them
,
as
they
had
always
stood
in
her
estimation
,
from
the
time
of
the
latter
's
becoming
known
to
her
--
and
as
they
must
at
any
time
have
been
compared
by
her
,
had
it
--
oh
!
had
it
,
by
any
blessed
felicity
,
occurred
to
her
,
to
institute
the
comparison
.
--
She
saw
that
there
never
had
been
a
time
when
she
did
not
consider
Mr.
Knightley
as
infinitely
the
superior
,
or
when
his
regard
for
her
had
not
been
infinitely
the
most
dear
.
She
saw
,
that
in
persuading
herself
,
in
fancying
,
in
acting
to
the
contrary
,
she
had
been
entirely
under
a
delusion
,
totally
ignorant
of
her
own
heart
--
and
,
in
short
,
that
she
had
never
really
cared
for
Frank
Churchill
at
all
!
This
was
the
conclusion
of
the
first
series
of
reflection
.
This
was
the
knowledge
of
herself
,
on
the
first
question
of
inquiry
,
which
she
reached
;
and
without
being
long
in
reaching
it
.
--
She
was
most
sorrowfully
indignant
;
ashamed
of
every
sensation
but
the
one
revealed
to
her
--
her
affection
for
Mr.
Knightley
.
--
Every
other
part
of
her
mind
was
disgusting
.
With
insufferable
vanity
had
she
believed
herself
in
the
secret
of
every
body
's
feelings
;
with
unpardonable
arrogance
proposed
to
arrange
every
body
's
destiny
.
She
was
proved
to
have
been
universally
mistaken
;
and
she
had
not
quite
done
nothing
--
for
she
had
done
mischief
.
She
had
brought
evil
on
Harriet
,
on
herself
,
and
she
too
much
feared
,
on
Mr.
Knightley
.
--
Were
this
most
unequal
of
all
connexions
to
take
place
,
on
her
must
rest
all
the
reproach
of
having
given
it
a
beginning
;
for
his
attachment
,
she
must
believe
to
be
produced
only
by
a
consciousness
of
Harriet
's
--
and
even
were
this
not
the
case
,
he
would
never
have
known
Harriet
at
all
but
for
her
folly
.
Mr.
Knightley
and
Harriet
Smith
!
--
It
was
a
union
to
distance
every
wonder
of
the
kind
.
--
The
attachment
of
Frank
Churchill
and
Jane
Fairfax
became
commonplace
,
threadbare
,
stale
in
the
comparison
,
exciting
no
surprize
,
presenting
no
disparity
,
affording
nothing
to
be
said
or
thought
.
--
Mr.
Knightley
and
Harriet
Smith
!
--
Such
an
elevation
on
her
side
!
Such
a
debasement
on
his
!
It
was
horrible
to
Emma
to
think
how
it
must
sink
him
in
the
general
opinion
,
to
foresee
the
smiles
,
the
sneers
,
the
merriment
it
would
prompt
at
his
expense
;
the
mortification
and
disdain
of
his
brother
,
the
thousand
inconveniences
to
himself
.
--
Could
it
be
?
--
No
;
it
was
impossible
.
And
yet
it
was
far
,
very
far
,
from
impossible
.
--
Was
it
a
new
circumstance
for
a
man
of
first-rate
abilities
to
be
captivated
by
very
inferior
powers
?
Was
it
new
for
one
,
perhaps
too
busy
to
seek
,
to
be
the
prize
of
a
girl
who
would
seek
him
?
--
Was
it
new
for
any
thing
in
this
world
to
be
unequal
,
inconsistent
,
incongruous
--
or
for
chance
and
circumstance
(
as
second
causes
)
to
direct
the
human
fate
?
