Emma

rriet came one morning to Emma with a small parcel in he

hing that I should like to tell you-a sort of conf

re was a seriousness in Harriet's manner which prepared her,

quite an altered creature in one respect, it is very fit that you should have the satisfaction of knowing it. I do not wan

d Emma, "I

nvy her, as I have done: she is very charming, I dare say, and all that, but I think her very ill-tempered and disagreeable-I shall never forget her look the other night!-However, I assure you, Miss Woodhouse, I wish her no evil.-No, let them be ever so happy together, it will not give me another moment's pang: and to convince you that I have been speaking

e world.-Did he ever

ts; but they are things th

t unfolded the parcel, and she looked on with impatience. Within abundance of silver paper was a pretty little Tunbridge-ware box, whi

rriet, "you mu

deed I

ink the very evening.-Do not you remember his cutting his finger with your new penknife, and your recommending court-plaister?-But, as you had none about you, and knew I had, you desired me to supply him; and so I took mine out and cut him a piece; but it was a great

xcept your saving this relic-I knew nothing of that till this moment-but the cutting the finger, and my recommending court-plaister, and saying I had none about me!-Oh! my sins, my sin

yourself? I am sure I never suspe

eling divided between wonder and amusement. And secretly she added to herself, "Lord bless me! when should I ever have thoug

till more valuable, I mean that has been more valuable, because this is

rior treasure. It was the end of an o

randum in his pocket-book; it was about spruce-beer. Mr. Knightley had been telling him something about brewing spruce-beer, and he wanted to put it down; but when he took out his pencil, there was so little lead that he soon cu

and I both saying we liked it, and Mr. Elton's seeming resolved to learn to like it too. I perfectly reme

y odd, but I cannot recollect.-Mr. Elton was sitt

l, g

r to say-except that I am now going to throw them b

e you actually found happiness

easily as I can burn them. It was very wrong of me, you know, to keep any remembrance

laister?-I have not a word to say for the bit of o

disagreeable look to me. I must get rid of every thing.-Ther

a, "will there be a beg

er the alarm, they came to a sufficient explanation, and quite undesignedly. Emma was not thinking of it at the moment, which made the information she received more valuable. She merely said, in the course of so

it was; and after a moment's debate, as to wh

-This is a ne

I shall never

ope it does not proceed from-I hope

antly.-"Oh! no"-and Emma could just catc

asking her to hear too much; and against any thing like such an unreserve as had been, such an open and frequent discussion of hopes and chances, she was perfectly resolved.-She believed it would be wiser for her to say and know at once, all that she meant to s

your expectation of never marrying, results from an idea that the person whom you might

is a pleasure to me to admire him at a distance-and to think of his infinite superiority to all the

Harriet. The service he rendered

ll that I felt at the time-when I saw him coming-his noble look-and my wretchedness befor

do not let them carry you far, unless you are persuaded of his liking you. Be observant of him. Let his behaviour be the guide of your sensations. I give you this caution now, because I shall never speak to you again on the subject. I am determined against all interference. Henceforward I know nothing of the matter. Let no name ever pass our lips. We were very wrong before; we will be cautious now.-

n thinking such an attachment no bad thing for her friend. Its tendency would be to