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Chapter 11
During the following weeks, Emma tried hard to help Harriet in getting over her disappointment. However, this was not so easy, because Harriet refused to forget Mr Elton, and the more Emma tried to distract her thoughts, Harriet brought herself back to remembering him.
Her surroundings at Mrs Goddard's did not at all add to her comfort. Miss Nash had always been exceedingly fond of Mr Elton, and now that he was gone, she talked of nothing else but him and why he had gone. Her treatment of Harriet was worse than ever before, because in a way she suspected Harriet to be responsible for Mr Elton's leaving Highbury, and therefore she could not talk about him without reproaching Harriet.
Harriet took refuge in Hartfield as often as possible. She could not endure Miss Nash's biting remarks, and she knew that only Miss Woodhouse, her gentle friend, knew about the pain she was feeling and tried to ease it.
One morning, they went for a walk together, and after a while Emma had quite enough of talking about Mr Elton. She changed the subject, speaking to Harriet about poor Mrs Parker, and the poor in general.
The tears shot into Harriet's eyes, and a timid "Mr Elton is always so good to the poor!" was all she could manage to say.
Emma stopped. This was not to be tolerated any longer! There was only one way to keep Harriet from talking about Mr Elton, and that was...
"Harriet, this is Mrs and Miss Bates' house over there. I think we ought to visit them, don't you think so, too?"
Harriet looked at her in surprise. Miss Woodhouse was actually suggesting to visit Mrs and Miss Bates?
They went into the house, and were welcomed in a both grateful and lively manner by Miss Bates.
"Miss Woodhouse, Miss Smith, how very obliging of you to do us the honour of your visit! So obliging, indeed! How is your father, Miss Woodhouse? I hope he is in good health. Dear Mr Woodhouse, he is such an agreeable neighbour, such an agreeable gentleman he is, isn't he, Mamma? You must speak a bit louder if you want to address my mother, Miss Smith, she is a bit hard of hearing, but we get on very well, I dare say. Don't we, Mamma? Would you care for some cake, Miss Woodhouse? Miss Smith?
Mrs Cole has just been here, and she has been so good as to sit with us for an hour, and she has taken a piece of cake and has been so kind as to say that she liked it very much; and therefore I hope, you, Miss Woodhouse, and you, Miss Smith, will do us the favour of eating a piece of cake, too."
Harriet could not help smiling. Miss Bates reminded her of Mrs Charles, a lady she had met at the Martins'.
One cannot help but like her, she thought. She is such a cheerful, happy sort of person, and she has got a heart of gold, to be sure. But I admit she can be troublesome, too. I do not think I could endure her for a whole day!
"Just imagine, Miss Woodhouse, Mrs Cole told me that Mr Elton has written to Mr Cole. She told me everything about his letter."
Only Emma noticed how pale Harriet turned at the mention of Mr Elton's name, and how hard her friend tried not to burst out crying.
"Really, Miss Bates?"
With the tone of her voice, she tried to discourage Miss Bates from telling them the contents of Mr Elton's letter, but Miss Bates was too eager to spread the news to notice that her narrative was not wished for.
"He has been gone for more than a month now, Miss Woodhouse, and it seems that he has been in company very often. But then, Bath is such a delightful place, and I am sure that such a handsome and agreeable gentleman like Mr Elton is certainly a favourite wherever he goes, do you not think so, too, Miss Woodhouse?"
Emma tried to answer, but Miss Bates went on.
"I do say that he is very much missed here, he used to be such a well-established member of Highbury society. How are we to get on without him! Well, but today, I had interesting news, as well, interesting news, indeed!"
Emma, anxious to give the conversation another direction, asked, "You did not have a letter from your niece, I think? It is not her day to write, is it?"
"Oh, Miss Woodhouse, how did you possibly guess? Mrs Cole was as kind as to sit some time with us, talking of Jane; for as soon as she came in, she began inquiring after her, Jane is so very great a favourite there. Whenever she is with us, Mrs Cole does not know how to show her kindness enough; and I must say that Jane deserves it as much as anybody can."
While Miss Bates went on with her story, Emma let her thoughts wander, and looked at Harriet. She seemed to have recovered from the shock of having heard of Mr Elton.
"...Do let me hear what she says."
"Have you heard from Miss Fairfax so lately? I am extremely happy. I hope she is well," Emma said, smiling, when she guessed by Miss Bates' short break that it was time for her to say something.
"Thank you. You are so kind," said Miss Bates and looked for the letter.
"Oh, here it is. I was sure it could not be far off; but I had put my huswife upon it, you see, without being aware, and so it was quite hid, but I had it in my hand so very lately that I was almost sure it must be on the table. I was reading it to Mrs Cole, and since she went away, I was reading it again to my mother, for it is such a pleasure to her..."
Emma's attention drifted away again, but Harriet was sitting there, listening eagerly to Miss Bates's chatter.
Miss Bates talked on until she had to breathe, and while she did so, Emma remarked,
"Miss Fairfax has such an excellent handwriting, I quite envy her for it."
Harriet, meanwhile, thought of Mrs Charles again. Miss Bates definitely reminded her of Mrs Charles. Actually, she had to take care not to nod and say "Yes, Mrs Charles" now and then, as she had used to do when she had been with the Martins and Mrs Charles had been there to visit them.
Finally, Miss Bates got to the most important bit of the description of Miss Fairfax's letter.
"We never were so long without seeing her before, and as I was telling Mrs Cole, we shall hardly know how to make enough of her now."
"Are you expecting Miss Fairfax here soon," asked Emma, feigning interest.
"Oh, yes; next week."
"Indeed! That must be a very great pleasure."
"Thank you. You are very kind. Yes, next week. Everybody is so surprised, and everybody says the same obliging things. I am sure she will be as happy to see her friends at Highbury, as they can be to see her. Yes, Friday or Saturday, she cannot say which, because Colonel Campbell will be wanting the carriage himself one of those days. So very good of them to send her the whole way! But they always do, you know. Oh yes; Friday or Saturday next. That is what she writes about. That is the reason of her writing out of rule, as we call it, for, in the common course, we should not have heard from her before next Tuesday or Wednesday."
Miss Bates was talking on and on, and hardly ever pausing. Finally, Emma believed that she and Harriet had stayed long enough, and said,
"I am afraid we must be running away, my father will be expecting us." She rose, and cast a glance at Harriet.
"I had no intention, I thought I had no power of staying more than five minutes, when I first entered the house. I merely called, because I would not pass the door without inquiring after Mrs Bates, but I have been so pleasantly detained! Now, however, we must wish you and Mrs Bates good morning."
As soon as they had left the house, Emma drew a deep breath, and remarked, "At least she did not read the letter to us."
"But she did, did she not?"
"No, she only told us about the letter, but she did not read it."
Shortly after Jane Fairfax had arrived in Highbury, Emma felt it to be her duty to invite her and her family to Hartfield. During that dinner party, Harriet had the chance to meet Jane and to have a good look at her.
Jane Fairfax was a very elegant young lady, pretty, and with pleasant manners. Harriet could not understand why Miss Woodhouse did not like her.
Perhaps it is because Miss Woodhouse and Jane Fairfax are the same age. Perhaps everybody told her how pretty and accomplished Miss Fairfax is. That might be a reason.
Another thing struck Harriet as being remarkable about Miss Fairfax, and that was that she did not seem to be disposed to tell much about her acquaintance with Mr Churchill, Mr Weston's son. But she was not as indignant as Emma was about that.
This is strange. It seems as if she did not want to talk about that gentleman. Perhaps there has been some disagreement between the two? Like, let's say, between Mr Edward Mason and me? I would not like to talk about him if someone asked me. Not if I could help it.
All in all, Harriet felt inclined to be friends with Jane Fairfax, but as she knew that Miss Woodhouse would not approve of it, she kept this inclination to herself.
After four weeks in London, George and Robert had returned to their homes. Being in town had done Robert good, just as his friend had predicted. He had been away from Abbey Mill Farm and everything that reminded him of Harriet, and George had taken pains to keep him occupied.
They hardly ever stayed at home if they could help it. It was like the days when they still had been boys; they had not spent so much time with each other for ages.
Now that Robert was at home again, he felt that he could finally face his life again, even if it was a life without Harriet Smith. And, even if he felt depressed now and then, he tried not to show it, but to be extremely lively instead.
I have worried them enough, he thought. Now it is time to go back to normal life.
His mother and sisters were very grateful towards George. He had proved to be a real friend to all the family, and had he not been already engaged to Catherine before, he would have secured her everlasting love by now. Seeing Robert so very much like himself again, after all those weeks of heartache, was enough to warm every heart.
One evening, when Robert entered the drawing room, Elizabeth came up to him.
"Rob, would you do me a favour?"
"Certainly, Liz. What can I do for you?"
"I need to go to Ford's tomorrow, and I wanted to ask you to go with me..."
"Well... I'd better go there with you, to keep you from running off with young Mr Ford."
"Rob!"
Robert laughed. "Come, Liz, I am not serious. I think you are much too clever to run away with Mr Ford."
"Good."
"I am sure you'd find yourself someone with a bit...more money? Or at least a better looking fellow ?" He grinned.
"Forget it, Rob, I do not have to go."
"I said I'd go with you, didn't I? Oh dear, you used to be able to take a joke. What is the matter with you?"
"Nothing," she snapped. "I just hate it if you make fun of me."
"I'm sorry, Liz." He stretched out his hand towards her. "Friends again?" He looked at her pleadingly, but his eyes were sparkling with mischief.
Elizabeth laughed. "Friends, brother. You know you have got eyes like a puppy dog, do you?"
"Is that a good thing for a man to have?", he asked innocently.
"I am not sure, it depends on the use he is making of them."
"Which means?"
"You can get any woman to do whatever you want with eyes like these."
"Oh, Lord am I dangerous." He laughed. "Well, not really. When would you like to go to Highbury tomorrow?"
"I think we should set off early in the morning. Will that suit you?"
"Suits me, Liz. But will you do me a favour?"
"What, Rob?"
He looked at her in feigned despair. "PLEASE don't ask me to give my opinion on a dress! You know how I hate that!"
She laughed. "I won't."
When Harriet left Mrs Goddard's house, she looked at the sky. It did look as if it was going to rain soon.
"I'd better make haste," she said to herself. "I must try to reach Hartfield before it starts to rain."
Then she passed the cottage where a young woman was making a dress for her, and Harriet could not resist.
This will only take a few minutes, she thought. I want to see what the dress looks like. I cannot wait until the dress is finished.
So she went into the cottage, and had a look at her new dress, which was nearly finished, and had a lively chat with the woman who was sewing it for her.
She left the cottage, now determined not to lose another moment. The clouds were threatening already, and Harriet hurried up.
Then, the first drops of rain fell, and the rain was getting stronger.
Oh, no, it is raining! I shouldn't have stayed with Mrs Connors, now I will get all wet! Well, there is Ford's, I'll just step in there and wait, perhaps it will be over in a few minutes.
Harriet entered Ford's, the most fashionable shop in Highbury. She went over to the bales of cloth, thinking that as she was here already, she could as well have a look at the new patterns the Fords had to offer.
Then she heard the door open, and half turned around, curious to see who entered the shop. She was shocked to see Elizabeth Martin, and her brother.
Oh, how can I possibly avoid talking to them? I'd be so very much embarrassed if they came over to talk to me! Oh, please, do not see me, please!
Then Harriet noticed that Elizabeth Martin had seen her, but did not seem to be inclined to talk to her. Elizabeth had just given her a cold look, and had turned away. Mr Martin had not noticed her; he was busy with the umbrella. Harriet had the impression that Elizabeth wanted to avoid his seeing Harriet; she tried to attract his attention to some goods. But, for a short moment, he looked in her direction, nodded, and gave her a shy smile. Harriet felt her cheeks go hot, and turned back to her fabric, trying to calm herself down.
Robert went to his sister.
"Liz, have you seen who is here?"
"Of course I have, but why should I care?"
"Liz, please, she is one of your friends."
"Oh no, Robert, she used to be one of my friends, she is not any more. There are some things I will never forgive."
"What do you have to forgive her? She never did anything wrong to you, Liz. I think we have talked about that already, haven't we?"
"I hate her for what she did to you, Rob. I am not going to talk to her, whatever you say."
He looked at her earnestly. "Please, Liz."
"No! I won't!"
"Liz, if you don't want to talk to her, I cannot help it. But you would have given me the opportunity to talk to her, too, and that would have meant very much to me."
"Robert, this is blackmail! I will go and talk to her, but you owe me something. And stop looking at me with those puppy dog eyes!"
Robert smiled. "Those dangerous eyes are in action again, are they?"
Elizabeth just snorted furiously and went over to Harriet.
"How do you do, Harriet," she said, ready to shake hands, and trying to smile at her.
I don't want her to notice at once how much I dislike her now, she thought.
Harriet turned towards her, and took her hand. Her face was as white as a sheet, and she seemed to be embarrassed.
"I am very well, thank you, Elizabeth...... I...I hope you are fine, too, and.... and... all your family..."
"Thank you, we are all very well, indeed. It is such a shame that we do not meet so much any more, isn't it?"
Elizabeth looked at Harriet, who was hardly able to hold her purse in her hands because of her trembling so much. Suddenly Liz felt sorry for her. Perhaps this meeting was as disagreeable to Harriet as it was to her.
"It is a shame, yes, but, you know....how is your sister, Elizabeth?"
"She is very well, too, Harriet. She is going to marry Mr Mason by the end of this year."
"Oh, how wonderful for them. They are such a lovely couple, are they not?"
"They are."
By that time, Robert had reached them, and bowed to Harriet.
"Miss Smith, what a surprise to meet you here. How do you do?" He looked at her anxiously, while Harriet struggled hard to answer his question.
I have forgotten how friendly Mr Martin is. He seems to wish to make the situation more agreeable for me, he seems to know exactly how I am feeling at the moment...oh, those eyes...
"I have finally managed to read The Romance of the Forest, Miss Smith. It was a...very interesting book."
Harriet blushed, and hoped that the earth would open beneath her.
"I am ...glad you enjoyed it, Mr Martin." She looked out of the window, and saw that the rain had subsided. So she took courage and said, "It has stopped raining. I am....I am afraid I must go now. It was such a pleasure to see you both, give my regards to your mother and sister."
Then she turned away and left the shop as fast as possible, trying not to seem rude.
But she had not advanced three steps, when the door opened behind her and she heard Robert Martin say, "Miss Smith! Wait a moment!"
She turned towards him, feeling dreadful, hoping that she could die right here at this spot.
"Mr Martin?"
"Are you going to Hartfield?"
"Yes, Mr Martin."
"Then you'd better go round by Mr Cole's stables, Miss Smith. The near way is quite floated by the rain."
Harriet smiled at him nervously. "Thank you, Mr Martin, I am very obliged to you."
Then she turned around and left, not knowing where she was or where she was going.
Robert stayed at the door until she had gone round the corner, and he could not see her any more. Then he re-entered the shop, and helped Elizabeth with her shopping.
Having had the chance to talk to Harriet had really helped him, and he did not know why, but he felt relieved. He had feared a meeting with Harriet, and now he saw that she had not changed that much.
Poor Harriet! She looked as scared as if the devil was running after her soul. Well, it must have been distressing for her, to see me, and to talk to me, after all that has happened. But she behaved very well, she really did. She seems to care a great deal about Elizabeth and Catherine. Well, perhaps I can persuade Elizabeth to get in contact with her again. I don't want their friendship to end just because of me. Certainly not.
In the meantime, Harriet had reached Hartfield, and had told Emma Woodhouse about her meeting with the Martins.
"Oh, Miss Woodhouse, I would rather have done anything than have had it happen: and yet, you know, there was a sort of satisfaction in seeing him behave so pleasantly and kindly. And Elizabeth, too. Oh, Miss Woodhouse, do talk to me and make me comfortable again!"
She watched Emma anxiously, while she was obviously thinking of an answer.
"Well, Harriet," she said after a few moments, " it might be very distressing for the moment, but you seem to have behaved extremely well; and it is over - and may never - can never, as a first meeting, occur again, and therefore you need not think about it."
"Very true, I will not think about it, Miss Woodhouse," said Harriet. "But do you not think Mr Martin and his sister have behaved exceedingly well, too?"
"Oh yes, they certainly did. Well, Harriet, I have some news to tell you."
"Some news? Oh, what is it, Miss Woodhouse? Is it something pleasant?"
"I am afraid it is not, Harriet. It is something about Mr Elton."
"Mr Elton? Is something wrong with him?"
"I do not think there is something wrong with him. He will get married soon."
Harriet looked at her in disbelief. "Mr Elton is going to marry? Whom?"
"As far as I know, it is a certain Miss Hawkins. I do not know more about her, but I am sure we will soon hear everything about Miss Hawkins, Miss Bates will tell us, to be sure."
So this is the end of it, then. How could I suppose that he might still be interested in me, after Miss Woodhouse refusing him? Mr Elton is getting married!
Chapter 12
That evening, Robert tried to persuade his sister Elizabeth to go to Mrs Goddard's and to visit Harriet.
"No, Rob, you can ask me for everything, but I will not go to call on her. Did you not see how she acted today?"
"There was nothing wrong with the way she behaved."
"Oh no? Well, I had a different impression. She was in such a hurry to get rid of us, it was obvious that she does not want to stay in contact with us!"
"Liz, she was embarrassed, and nervous. She wanted to get away from a situation that pained her. I had the impression that she cared very much for you, Liz. Her being anxious had nothing to do with you."
"Rob, read my lips. I am not going."
Perhaps Elizabeth would have succeeded, had not Catherine taken her brother's part.
"I think we should call on her, Liz. Robert is right, she is still our friend."
"You can speak for yourself for as long as you wish, Cathy, but I cannot call her a friend any more. Not after all she has done to us."
Robert raised his eyebrows. "Liz, tell me just one thing she has done to you. One thing will do, and I won't ask you to visit her any more."
"She refused you, and she has made you miserable, Rob."
"But that has nothing to do with you, has it?" he said, knowing that he had cornered her.
Catherine looked at her sister curiously. "Would you feel more comfortable if I went with you, Liz?"
"Why don't you go by yourself and leave me alone?" Elizabeth snapped.
"Because I know very well that Harriet has always liked you more than she liked me. She has always been doting on you. And she would much rather see you than me, Liz. That is why."
"Just give me some time to think about it, will you?"
Robert smiled. Whenever his sister said that she "would think about doing something", this meant that she would do it in the end.
How can Rob want me to do that? Why does he want me to go and see Harriet? Does he still have hope? No, this cannot be, her letter has been too clear. She doesn't love him, and that means that he has no chance of ever succeeding with her. It is a waste of time to keep up that friendship, she doesn't really care for us any more, Miss Woodhouse is her friend now, and a much better one than we can ever be!
Wait a moment, Liz, perhaps this is it. You are jealous of Emma Woodhouse, that is the problem. Well, perhaps Rob and Cathy are right, and I ought to visit Harriet. I'll go, to show Rob that I care for him and his opinion. We will see what will come of it. If Harriet recommences our acquaintance then, everything is fine. If she doesn't, I won't have to blame myself.
I guess I'll go there, and if she is not at home, I will leave a letter for her. That will be enough. I'll leave the rest to Harriet.
These were the thoughts that occupied Elizabeth while she was lying in bed, trying to go to sleep. It seemed like a good plan - going to Highbury, leaving the letter at Mrs Goddard's, inviting Harriet to see them, and leaving all the rest to her judgement. If Harriet still wished to be acquainted with her and Catherine, she would have the opportunity to visit them, and to renew the friendship. If she did not wish to do that, at least she and Catherine would know what to think of her. Even if her own opinion of Harriet was already settled. She did not really wish to see Harriet, but she did this for her brother's sake. She wanted to show him what sort of person Harriet was- that she did not care for them any more, because she had friends with more money and consequence than the Martins would ever have.
"Anyone can offend the likes of us, for the sake of others," she said to herself. "At least Harriet seems to think so. We will see. If she slights us again, she is not worth our notice any more."
Elizabeth decided to talk to Catherine about her plan.
I'm sure Cathy and I are of the same opinion in that matter. But Cathy is too big-hearted to see how we are treated. I will show her and Rob that I am right.
The next morning, Elizabeth told Catherine about her plan and tried to convince her of its practicability. Of course, Catherine made some objections, mainly because she still felt very much for Harriet and did not want to accuse her falsely.
"I think Robert is right, Elizabeth. You think she wanted to get rid of you, and treated you badly, but I think it was because she was so upset about seeing you and Robert. Just imagine yourself in circumstances like hers. You have refused to marry a man, and this is the first time you see him after that happened. Would you not feel anxious? Wouldn't you wish to get away as soon as possible, to get out of such a painful, embarrassing situation? I certainly would. You interpreted it as coldness towards you, but I think it was just her fear, and not knowing what to say, that made her act the way she did."
"Cathy, you always think the best of people, but sometimes they just do not deserve it. Harriet is completely taken in by Miss Woodhouse, and since that friendship has started, she believes that her acquaintance with us is beneath her. I wish I were wrong, though, and if Harriet comes to visit us after that letter, and talks to us and laughs with us as she used to do, I'll gladly admit that I have done her wrong, and will readily believe she is still caring as much for us as she used to do."
Now, Catherine had no more opposition to her plan, and agreed that it would be the best thing to do. She even helped Elizabeth to write her letter to Harriet, and promised to go with her the next day, to visit Harriet.
Robert, too, was delighted to hear that Elizabeth would go to Mrs Goddard's. She told him that she would go to Mrs Goddard's to see Harriet, and leave a letter for her if Harriet was not at home.
"But remember I am doing this for you, and for you only, brother. I take no pleasure in that visit."
He smiled at Elizabeth and said, "You will soon see that you have done her wrong, Liz. I'm sure she will be happy to see you, when I am not around. I think it was my presence that made her act a bit strangely."
Elizabeth went to her room to dress for a walk with Catherine, and sighed. She did not want to renew her friendship with Harriet, because she had enough reason to believe that Robert was still in love with her. And she did not want to have Harriet in their house again, because she knew that it would pain Robert too much to see Harriet, knowing that he would never have the chance to be happy with her. No, in her eyes it would be the best for them all if Harriet never came back to Abbey Mill Farm.
The next morning, Harriet found a note from Elizabeth when she returned to Mrs Goddard's after her walk with Emma. She read it, and sighed. It was written in a very touching style, because even the reproaches Elizabeth used in this letter did not conceal the feeling of true friendship in her.
Dear Harriet,
I do feel very sorry for what has happened between you and my brother, but I do not wish to let this get between us as friends. Both my sister and I would be very glad if we could restore our friendship to what it used to be, and try to forget the things that are past now.
I came here this morning to call on you, but unfortunately you were not at home.
I know you have always been fascinated by Hartfield, and I am sure that Miss Woodhouse is pleasant company to be with, but do not forget the good times we had together. We would be very glad to welcome you at Abbey Mill Farm whenever you find it convenient to come.
Yours affectionately,
Elizabeth Martin
Harriet put the letter aside. "Oh, I wish I could go there," she sighed. "I would so much love to go and see Elizabeth, and Catherine, too! If I could only be sure that their brother is not around, I'd go and visit them tomorrow - today, even! But I don't want to meet him. I dread to see him, and the way he is looking at me. It reminds me of what I have done, and I cannot stand it!"
Harriet knew that the visit had to be returned, though, and decided to speak to Miss Woodhouse on that subject.
I am sure she knows the proper thing to do, she thought.
Harriet asked Emma the next time she was in Hartfield, and Emma confirmed that it was the best thing to visit the Martins as soon as possible, to show them that their acquaintance was only a formal one.
She, herself, would bring Harriet to Abbey Mill Farm, and call for her so soon that there would be hardly enough time for either brother or sisters to talk much to her. Thus it was settled that Harriet would visit the Martins, some day the following week.
But first, another thing of more importance happened: Mr Elton returned to Highbury, to prepare everything for the arrival of his bride.
Now, Harriet's curiosity was more than gratified, for everyone talked of Mr Elton's fiancee, and Harriet soon knew more about the future Mrs Elton than she cared to know.
Miss Augusta Hawkins was the younger of two sisters from Bristol, one of whom was already married. She seemed to be a very accomplished, elegant, and amiable lady, as far as everyone told Harriet, but of course nobody could really prove it, no one had ever seen her except Mr Elton. And it was only natural that he should praise his future wife by all means, was it not?
Miss Hawkins also seemed to be a rich young lady; the rumour was that her portion was worth 10.000 pounds!
Of course, I could not offer half as much, Harriet thought. But I do wonder that he has found someone to replace Miss Woodhouse in his heart so fast! Having loved a Miss Woodhouse must turn any Miss Hawkins into a most undesirable partner, in my opinion. I do not think that Miss Hawkins is as pretty, or charming, or clever, as Miss Woodhouse is.
But Harriet felt that it was only her being in love with Mr Elton that made her feel this way. Had he fallen in love with her after being refused by Miss Woodhouse, she would not have minded at all...
On the very day of Mr Elton's departure to Bath, Harriet went to Hartfield because Emma wanted her to visit the Martins.
On her way there, she saw a trunk, directed to a certain Rev. Philip Elton, Bath, loaded onto a cart. This added to her misery. She was already afraid of that visit, hoping that everything would be fine, but also knowing that she might have to overcome some coldness and reserve on the Martins' part. She only hoped that Robert wouldn't be at home.
This would be so awkward! I don't know what I will do if he is there!
When they reached Abbey Mill Farm, and Harriet got out of the carriage, she looked around. Nothing had changed here, it was still the place she had loved so much last summer.
"I will go on to Donwell, and visit a former servant who is married there," Emma said. "I will call for you on my way back."
Harriet nodded and went towards the front door, afraid of her own feelings as well as of the meeting that was to take place in a minute.
Elizabeth looked out of the drawing room window. "Look who is coming," she said to her mother and sister.
Catherine joined her at the window. "It is Harriet! She is really coming to visit us. I knew you were wrong, Liz!"
Elizabeth was not convinced yet. "We will see, Cathy."
Robert rose and was about to leave the room, when Elizabeth asked him, "Where are you going? I thought you'd like to see her, too."
Robert shook his head. "I think it will be better if Miss Smith does not see me here. Remember the last time we met. I'll spare her the agitation of seeing me. Besides, she has come to visit you, not me."
Shortly after that, Harriet was shown into the drawing room and was looking at Mrs Martin and her daughters anxiously. She felt relieved that Robert was not there, but also a bit disappointed. She was sure of his good will towards her, but she was not sure if his family felt the same. Perhaps they were angry with her for refusing him? Certainly they were. Harriet remembered the look Elizabeth had given her when she had met her at Ford's. This look had said more than words could ever tell.
She was received rather coolly; only Catherine seemed to be determined to show her that nothing had changed her friendly feelings for her.
They talked about the most commonplace topics for a few minutes, the weather, and some mutual friends.
Suddenly, Mrs Martin remarked, "I do think you have grown since we have last seen you, Harriet."
"Do you think so, Mrs Martin? I cannot tell. Surely it cannot be much, or I would have noticed it."
"Oh, it is more than you think, Harriet. What do you say, Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth smiled. "We can find out very easily, Mother. Do you remember the evening when we were measured, shortly before you left us, Harriet?"
Harriet smiled. "Oh yes, I do, it was such a lovely evening, Elizabeth, I remember it very well. Mr Mason was here, I think."
"That is right, and my brother marked our height on the wainscot by the window. The marks are still there, you know. So, if you step over there, we will be able to see if you have grown or not."
Harriet did so, and seeing the marks on the wainscot gave her a very tender feeling. Everything had been so wonderful then...why could it not go on like this forever? The other ladies noticed her sad smile, and their hearts warmed towards her.
"It is so sad that we do not see each other so often any more, Harriet," said Catherine. "You must come and see us again more often."
"I shall be very glad to," was Harriet's answer.
At that moment, the door was opened and Bridget, the maid, told them that Miss Woodhouse was waiting outside, to take Miss Smith with her.
Elizabeth's face darkened when she heard Miss Woodhouse's name, and said, "Well, in that case, we will not keep her waiting for long. It was very nice of you to sacrifice some of your precious time to visit us, Harriet. I hope we shall see each other soon." Harriet looked at her in horror. Elizabeth looked and sounded very familiar to her at that moment...
Catherine was shocked because of the cold manner in which her sister was talking to Harriet. After Harriet had taken leave of Mrs Martin, she therefore accompanied her to the front door, to show her that her visit had been welcome and gratefully accepted by her.
"Harriet, I am very happy that you came to see us. I am sure my brother will be disappointed not to have seen you, but he was too busy with his work, you know. Do take care of yourself, will you? I'd love to hear from you again. Good bye, Harriet." With these words, she shook Harriet's hand and watched her walk away. Then she went back to the drawing room.
"How could you treat her this way, Liz? What has she done?"
"Cathy, that was obvious! She has spent a whole summer with us, and now she does not even think us to be worth a visit that lasts more than a quarter of an hour! For me, this is more than clear. She does not want to have anything to do with us."
Catherine sighed. Maybe Elizabeth was right. But she still hoped her to be wrong.
Harriet felt extremely miserable on her way home. She knew that she had hurt the Martins' feelings, and railed against her own weakness. She should not have listened to Miss Woodhouse, she should have found some other means of getting to Abbey Mill Farm, and she ought to have spent more time there. It had just begun to be so pleasant, when the maid had come in, and from one moment to the next, their growing feeling for each other had been destroyed again.
They will never want to see me again! I have never seen Elizabeth like this before; she was so much like her brother when he is angry. A very calm voice, cold as ice, and eyes like steel. I'd hate to get in his way if he is in such a mood. And his sister is just like him.
Emma tried her best to calm her down, and decided that they should go to Randalls. Mrs Weston was such a lovely, well-meaning woman, she would bring Harriet to her senses again, there was no doubt of that.
When they arrived at Randalls, however, they were told that Mr and Mrs Weston had gone out to visit Hartfield.
"This is too bad," cried Emma. "And now we shall just miss them; too provoking! I do not know when I have been so disappointed!"
Then she leaned into the corner of the carriage, murmuring to herself, and Harriet was left to her own thoughts.
Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and on looking out of the window they saw Mr and Mrs Weston, who wanted to talk to them. They had interesting news.
Mr Churchill, Mr Weston's son, was to arrive the next day! Her curiosity to meet Mr Churchill soon drove Harriet's miserable thoughts away, and she looked forward to an addition to Highbury society.
I hope he is a pleasant gentleman. Miss Fairfax seems to like him, so I guess he is amiable. But we'll see. Perhaps he will fall in love with Miss Woodhouse? Would that not be a good scheme?
Chapter
The following Saturday, Robert had some business to settle with Mr Cox. He went to Highbury, and, of course, he kept his eyes open, just in case Miss Smith might be somewhere to be seen, but she was not.
Miss Nash noticed him, though, as he passed Mrs Goddard's house, and said to Harriet, "Look, Miss Smith, is this not the young man from Abbey Mill Farm? Mr Martin?"
Harriet looked out of the window and saw Robert enter Mr Cox's office.
"Yes, he is, Miss Nash."
"I wonder what he is doing at the Coxes' place."
"He may have some business there, Miss Nash."
Harriet did not like this topic at all, but merciless Miss Nash went on.
"I am sure Mr Cox will ask Mr Martin to stay for dinner. I do not blame him, though, he has got three daughters to marry off, and I am sure any of them would be quite ready to marry Mr Martin. He is an appropriate match for any of them."
Harriet excused herself and went to her room.
Does Miss Nash suspect something? Does she know that I have refused Mr Martin?
She tried hard to understand her own feelings as to this topic. Why did it pain her so much to hear that Mr Martin might marry one of the Miss Coxes? It was none of her business, was it? She had no right to be jealous.
Robert, meanwhile, had talked over the business he had to settle, and was invited by Mr Cox to stay with the family for dinner.
"I thank you very much for your invitation, sir, but I do not want to inconvenience you. Your wife will certainly not be pleased with a guest at her dinner table at such a short notice."
"Nonsense, Mr Martin, my wife is always glad to entertain visitors, and it is no trouble at all. Please do me the honour of dining with us. If you are not otherwise engaged, that is."
Robert saw no way of declining the invitation without offending Mr Cox.
"No, there is no other engagement, sir. I shall be very glad to dine with you, then."
Mr Cox smiled kindly, and sent his clerk to Mrs Cox to give her notice of the expected guest.
"We like to have company at our dinner table, Mr Martin, and if it is such a pleasant young gentleman as you are, it is even more delightful. My son and I are quite on our own in a house full of women, so we are glad about every male support we can get." He laughed. "It is not easy to have your say with four ladies in the house."
Robert laughed, too. "Well, I have got two sisters, sir, so I guess I know what you mean."
While they went over to Mr Cox's house, Mr Cox told Robert some more about his family.
"My wife and I have been married for more than twenty-five years by now, Mr Martin. My son William is the eldest of my children. You have met him; he is to be a lawyer, too, and I am very proud of him, he does very well. Unfortunately, we had just this one son, and three daughters. Lovely girls, to be sure, pretty and with pleasing manners, there is nothing wrong with them. But I would have wished for one more son."
Robert had the uncomfortable feeling that Mr Cox praised his daughters a bit too much, and was glad when they reached the house.
Mrs Cox welcomed them, and Robert was introduced to the family.
"I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Mr Martin. I suppose you have already met my son, William?" Mrs Cox said, and Robert answered in the positive.
"And these are my daughters, Mr Martin. My eldest, Dorothy, then my second daughter, Anne, and this is my youngest, Maria."
The three young ladies looked at each other and Maria started giggling, when Robert bowed to them and told them how pleased he was to make their acquaintance.
He took a closer look at them during dinner. Maria, the youngest, was about fifteen. She was the prettiest of the three sisters, but she also seemed to be the silliest of them. He could not say a word to her without her giggling uncontrollably, and so he soon gave up trying to get into conversation with her.
Perhaps this will stop when she gets older? I can only hope so, for her sake.
The eldest Miss Cox would have been pretty, too, had she not had such a sullen air about her. Whenever he addressed her, she looked at him as if he had insulted her, and her answers were always as short as possible. Her whole manner was not very encouraging. He quite understood why Miss Cox was neither married nor engaged, even if she was about his own age.
Who could ever fall in love with her? She is pretty, yes, or would be if she cared to smile sometimes. But she looks at men as if they were something disgusting the cat has brought in from the street. I could never live with someone like that.
He shuddered at the mere thought.
Of the three Miss Coxes, Miss Anne was the most agreeable. Her looks were tolerable; she was not as pretty as her sisters, but she had a frank and open countenance. She was sitting next to him at the dinner table, and readily took part in the conversation. There was just one thing Robert did not like about her.
She is impertinently curious, that Miss Anne Cox. One feels as if being cross-examined. But at least she TALKS! No foolish giggle, and no spiteful looks.
Then he realised that none of the Miss Coxes would ever have a chance with him. There was only ONE woman he cared about, and he compared them to her. None of them could ever be the equal of Miss Harriet Smith. Harriet was shy, but she had never been too shy to talk with him. Her beauty exceeded the prettiness of the Coxes by far. And she had been so pleasant in her manners, so truly good-hearted. Robert suppressed a sigh. No woman could ever take the place of Harriet Smith, but perhaps he should look about him a bit more. Harriet had refused him, and life had to go on. And even if he could not be as happy with another woman as he would have been with Harriet, he had to find someone to share his life with.
So he decided that, for the moment, the company of Miss Anne Cox had to be sufficient for him, and he tried his best to be civil, and to make himself agreeable.
After all, Miss Cox does not know about Harriet and me.
"Mr Martin, were not your sisters in Mrs Goddard's school for some time?"
"Yes, they were, Miss Cox."
"Did they like it there?"
Robert smiled. "I think so, Miss Cox. At least they never complained."
"Well sir, not to complain is not the same thing as liking something."
"I guess so, but how am I to find out about people's dislikes if no one tells me about them?"
Anne Cox answered, "I think you are right. How are you to know? Did they make many friends while they were here?"
"Yes, they made some friends, too."
"I just wondered. I haven't seen your sisters for ages. Has there been some disagreement with Miss Smith? They seemed to be close friends at one point. Miss Smith was your guest even, wasn't she?" Anne Cox looked at him slyly, as if to check on his reaction.
As I thought, impertinently curious. Well, I am just as good at that game as you are.
"Miss Smith stayed with us last summer, Miss Cox," Robert said smilingly and added, "You have visited the Gilberts, have you not? I think my sister said something like that once."
"I did, but I did not take much pleasure in the visit. Miss Gilbert is not half as charming as your sisters."
"Poor Miss Gilbert, to be thus talked of by her friend! I think, for Miss Gilbert's sake, that you have only described her as not being charming because you want me to contradict you. I therefore declare Miss Gilbert to be the most charming young lady that ever was. I am sure you only wanted to hear your friend complimented, did you not?"
Anne Cox blushed slightly and said, "Of course, Mr Martin, you have found out about me. It seems that a lady can have no secrets when you are around."
"Miss Cox, as you have observed before, I have got two sisters, and am well trained in finding out any secrets whatsoever."
Anne Cox giggled coquettishly at that answer, and said," I am sure that not all secrets are revealed to you, sir."
"Oh no, Miss Cox, I always let ladies believe that they still have some secrets left. It makes them feel more comfortable."
At that point, Mrs Cox and her daughters rose and left the gentlemen to their port.
Robert watched them leave the room and smiled.
Perhaps this is going to be a nice evening after all? I wish George were here, though. I'd like to see him deal with the Miss Coxes.
They soon joined the ladies. Mr Cox and his son had talked about business matters most of the time, and had left Robert to his own thoughts. Only now and then they had addressed him, and had asked his opinion of one thing or the other.
As soon as the gentlemen entered the drawing room, the eldest Miss Cox went to the pianoforte, obviously to show them, or at least Mr Martin, how well she played. Robert listened to her song politely and praised her in the highest terms, but thought that his sister's playing was infinitely superior to Miss Cox's.
Anne Cox soon attracted his attention again.
"What do you think of my sister's playing, Mr Martin?"
"I think she is a very accomplished lady, Miss Cox."
"Do you? Well, I do not think she is very accomplished. She can play two or three pieces tolerably well, that is true, but as for the rest..."
Robert felt sorry for Miss Cox to have such a mean younger sister.
"Do you play the pianoforte, Miss Cox?"
"No, I never cared to learn to play it. I was never fond of music, except dance music, of course."
"So you do like to dance, do you?"
"Oh yes! It is such a shame that we do not get much opportunity to dance here. I think Miss Woodhouse might do more to keep the young people around here amused."
Do you really think Miss Woodhouse would invite you? I can hardly believe it.
"Perhaps Miss Woodhouse is considering her father's health. As far as I know, Mr Woodhouse is not very fond of that sort of thing."
"But it is a pity, is it not? Perhaps everything will be better when Mrs Elton arrives. Highbury is desperately in need of someone who entertains the neighbourhood. Miss Woodhouse is not inclined to do that, and neither is Mrs Weston."
"Mrs Elton? Mr Elton is getting married?"
Poor Harriet! George was right! Well, nearly right. It is not Miss Woodhouse, obviously.
"But did you not know, Mr Martin?"
"No, I had no idea. I do not happen to come here very often, so such important matters as this sometimes escape me."
"A Miss Hawkins, from Bristol. She is very rich, they say. She has ten thousand pounds!"
Robert looked at her in affected astonishment. "Ten thousand! Amazing!"
"Mr Martin, you are making fun of me!"
"Miss Cox, I would never take such liberties with you, believe me. What makes you think I would? I am really hurt."
Although the evening had been pleasant, Robert was in a thoughtful mood when he was on his way home.
Mr Elton is getting married...this is good news indeed. Good news for me, but not for Harriet, I am afraid. I can only hope it does not hurt her too much.
The next day, Harriet received an invitation from the Coles. She was asked to be their guest at a soiree. The only thing that bothered her was that Emma had not had an invitation yet, and that she vowed that even if she were invited, she would not even think of going there.
The whole evening will only be half as enjoyable if Miss Woodhouse won't be there. Why did the Coles not invite her? This is strange, indeed. As far as I have heard, everybody was invited, Mr and Mrs Weston, and Mr Knightley....so why not Emma Woodhouse? It would be so nice to have her there, and maybe she would introduce me to Mr Frank Churchill. I'm so looking forward to make his acquaintance.
On the day before the dinner took place, however, Emma got an invitation, too, and seemed to be very inclined to accept it after all. Now there was nothing that kept Harriet from looking forward to the evening with pure pleasure. With Miss Woodhouse being there, this evening would be charming, indeed.
When Harriet arrived at the Coles' house, she met the Miss Coxes, who had just arrived as well. Anne Cox went towards her immediately, greeted her in a very friendly manner, and admired her dress. Harriet was surprised. Anne Cox had never before shown so much attention and interest for her. What did that mean?
They were directed into the drawing room, where the ladies were already seated. Harriet looked around her and soon noticed Miss Woodhouse, who was looking at her approvingly and smiling at her. After having paid her compliments to the hostess, she tried to go and talk to Emma, but Anne Cox detained her.
"You'll never guess who was our guest for dinner last Saturday, Miss Smith," Anne said.
Harriet smiled nervously. "You are right, Miss Cox, I have not the slightest idea, but you will soon tell me, I am sure."
"It was Mr Robert Martin."
The mention of this name made Harriet colour, and Anne Cox noticed it. So she talked on, determined to find out the reason for that.
"Such an agreeable gentleman, I was quite surprised to see that he was so very gentleman-like."
"Did you, Miss Cox? I always thought he was."
"He sat next to me at the dinner table, and as I said, he was very agreeable, wasn't he, Dorothy?"
The eldest Miss Cox agreed. "Mr Martin is a very amiable gentleman."
"He was talking to Papa about some business, and Papa invited him. You stayed with the Martins last summer, did you not?"
"Oh yes, I did. I stayed there for two months."
"Do you think you will stay there again next summer?"
What does she mean? Does she suspect something? Or is she just curious?
"I do not think so, Miss Cox."
Harriet felt extremely uncomfortable, and was glad that the gentlemen joined them and the topic changed.
Harriet looked at the handsome gentleman who joined them first, and went over to Miss Woodhouse directly. He was about Mr Martin's age, and very elegant.
This must be Mr Weston's son, Mr Churchill. He looks very much like his father, I think. And he looks a bit like Mr Elton, too.
Soon she had the opportunity to take a closer look at him, because Emma introduced her to Mr Frank Churchill.
Harriet then talked to him, exchanged some polite phrase or other, before he left them for a moment to talk to his father.
"Now, Harriet, what do you think of Mr Churchill," Emma asked her the moment he had left them.
"I think he looks a little like Mr Elton," Harriet said, before she could think, and was not surprised to see Emma turn from her in silence.
This must have been too painful for Miss Woodhouse, I should have been more tactful. To remind her of the man she refused, when talking about the man she might not refuse if he asked her...but I must not think of such a thing. Still, I think she likes him.
She was soon involved into a conversation with Mrs Cole and the Coxes, and only had the chance to glance at Emma now and then. She was talking with Mrs Weston, and the subject did not please her at all, it seemed.
I'd like to know what they are talking about. Well, perhaps Miss Woodhouse will tell me as soon as she gets the chance to do so.
The topic Mrs Cole and the Coxes were talking about was very interesting, too. Obviously, Miss Fairfax had got a pianoforte that day, and everybody was wondering who the mysterious benefactor had been. Colonel Campbell? Mr or Mrs Dixon? Or who else?
Then Emma went to the pianoforte and played for them. Harriet sat there quietly, watching her friend and listening to her. Miss Woodhouse was so superior in everything; she was so good at singing and playing. Then she saw Mr Churchill join her at the pianoforte, and heard him sing along.
Their voices go so well with each other! This sounds so beautiful! He must be in love with Miss Woodhouse, he must! He wants to show her how much interest he takes in everything she does.
They sang one more song together, before Jane Fairfax was asked to play, and Emma gave up her place at the pianoforte for her. Miss Fairfax was singing and playing beautifully, too, but Harriet did not listen to her with so much pleasure as she had listened to Emma. She kept on dreaming about what it would be like if Miss Woodhouse married Mr Churchill. There was only one thing that made her hope this marriage would not take place. If Miss Woodhouse married Mr Churchill, this would mean that she would leave Highbury and go to Yorkshire with him. Then Harriet would be all on her own, with no friends at all.
The Martins won't have anything to do with me any more, I am sure. I hurt them too much.
Miss Bates stopped Miss Fairfax's singing, anxious about her health.
Now someone proposed a dance, and Mrs Weston obliged them by going to the pianoforte to play some country dances. Mr Churchill asked Miss Woodhouse, as Harriet had already expected, and was just getting ready to settle down and watch the dance, when Mr William Cox asked her to dance with him.
So the evening had a very pleasant ending, after all, and Harriet had every reason to be contented when she got home.
But one thing disturbed her: Anne Cox's description of the dinner on last Saturday, and Miss Nash's saying that "any of the Coxes would be quite ready to marry Mr Martin".
And what had Anne Cox meant when she had asked Harriet if she would stay with the Martins again the next summer?
Chapter 14
Soon after the evening with the Coles, another scheme was formed that engaged Harriet's thoughts for some weeks. Mr Churchill had started the idea, and now all the young people in Highbury were looking forward to a ball at the Crown.
The disappointment was huge when Frank Churchill had to leave them. But the plan was not dropped so easily. Surely Mr Churchill might return soon, and then the ball would take place.
Watching Emma's behaviour, Harriet soon reached the conclusion that her friend must be in love with Mr Churchill. Miss Woodhouse seemed to miss him very much, and Harriet tried her best to cheer her up, by telling her that Mr Churchill would return very soon, and that the ball would take place then.
Then the news of Mr Elton's marriage reached Highbury, and Harriet suddenly forgot all her recent composure and felt more miserable than ever before.
Why do I feel that way? I knew this would happen! So why can't I face reality as it is?
There was one thing that made Harriet worry. What was she to do when she met Mrs Elton? Would Mrs Elton know about her being in love with Mr Elton, and would she be resentful? Would she like her, or hate her?
When she talked to Emma about it, all the reply she could get was, "Never mind, Harriet, it is not worth while thinking about them!"
"Yes, Miss Woodhouse, it is just as you said, it is not worth while. I will not think about them any longer."
But then, five minutes later, something would catch her mind again, and she would be anxious once more.
"Do you think Mrs Elton will hate me, Miss Woodhouse? I feel so nervous about her, I do not know what to do. And what about Mr Elton?"
Now Emma turned towards her and said, in a rather impatient voice, " Your allowing yourself to be so occupied and so unhappy about Mr Elton's marrying, Harriet, is the strongest reproach you can make me. You could not give me a greater reproof for the mistake I fell into. It was all my doing, I know. I have not forgotten it, I assure you. Deceived myself, I did very miserably deceive you, and it will be a painful reflection to me forever. Do not imagine me in danger of forgetting it."
Harriet was mortified. She had never thought about that, that her worrying about the Eltons all the time would be a reproach to her dear friend, or that Miss Woodhouse might think so.
"I never meant to reproach you, Miss Woodhouse, upon my word I did not!"
"I have not said, exert yourself Harriet for my sake; think less, talk less of Mr Elton for my sake; because for your own sake rather, I would wish it to be done, for the sake of what is more important than my comfort, a habit of self-command in you, a consideration of what is your duty, an attention to propriety, an endeavour to avoid the suspicions of others, to save your health and credit, and restore your tranquillity. These are the motives which I have been pressing on you. They are very important, and sorry I am that you cannot feel them sufficiently to act upon them. My being saved from pain is a very secondary consideration. I want you to save yourself from greater pain. Perhaps I may sometimes have felt that Harriet would not forget what was due - or rather what would be kind by me."
Oh no! I never thought of that! Poor Miss Woodhouse, she never said a thing! And with her grieving about Mr Churchill's absence, too! I have been such an ungrateful, inconsiderate person! How can I ever make amends for that!
Harriet did not feel ashamed for the tears that ran down her cheeks when she cried out, "You, who have been my best friend I ever had in my life - want gratitude to you! Nobody is equal to you! I care for nobody as I do for you! Oh, Miss Woodhouse, how ungrateful I have been!"
Now Emma took her hands, and assured her that there was no need to cry, and that she had never really thought Harriet unthankful, but that she had always admired her for her ability to love her friends so wholeheartedly as she did.
"Let us not talk about it any more, Harriet, but do take my advice and try to get the better of your feelings for Mr Elton!"
Harriet promised it with all her heart. "I will, Miss Woodhouse. No one will ever hear a word about that any more!"
Mrs Elton was first seen in church, and Harriet thought her remarkably elegant. Her attire must have cost a fortune! Her face was pretty, too, but not as pretty as Miss Woodhouse's, in Harriet's opinion.
Soon Emma proposed that they should pay their first visit to Mrs Elton together.
"I do think it would be the best thing if you went with me, Harriet. I know how you feel about that matter, but it cannot be helped. Suspicions would rise if you did not visit Mrs Elton."
Harriet agreed, but she dreaded the visit. What would Mr Elton do, and what would he say? Would Mrs Elton be friendly, or reserved? Still, she thought that Miss Woodhouse was right in "going through the worst of the business as soon as possible". Then everybody would feel more at ease.
Mrs Elton received their visit very civilly, and was talking most of the time. This suited Harriet, she was not inclined to talk more than good manners required, and was glad that she was not asked to.
She is very elegant; I have seen that before. But seeing her now, sitting next to Miss Woodhouse, shows me that there can be no way of comparing the one to the other. Miss Woodhouse is so infinitely superior to her in style, and manner. I don't understand how Mr Elton could ever fall in love with that woman.
One look at Mr Elton showed her that he did not seem very pleased about their visit. He seemed to be embarrassed by the whole situation. Being in one room with Miss Woodhouse, who had refused him, and his wife, might be embarrassing, there was no question of that.
He does not talk much. That is the complete opposite of his earlier behaviour. Well, his wife talks more than enough for both of them. Perhaps his talking days are over, now that he is married?
Harriet suppressed a grin.
Stop it, Harriet, you are being silly again. Yet, I don't like her. I cannot help it, but I don't like her. I am quite sure that we will never be friends, even if she wished to be my friend, but I do not believe that. She is looking at me as if eyeing a piece of cloth; perhaps Mr Elton has told her and she wants to see what I look like...
They left the vicarage after about half an hour, and Harriet, impatient to hear her friend's opinion, said, "Well, Miss Woodhouse, what do you think of her? Is not she very charming?"
We'll see in a moment. If Miss Woodhouse calls her an elegant, pleasing lady, I know she does not like her. That is just the sort of expressions she uses when she does not know what to say about a person, without being impolite.
"Oh yes.. very. A very....pleasing young woman."
There! I knew it! I knew Miss Woodhouse would not like her!
"I think her beautiful, quite beautiful." If one cares for that sort of beauty, that is.
"Very nicely dressed; indeed; a remarkably elegant gown."
Miss Woodhouse thinks just like me; she does not believe her to be beautiful.
"I am not surprised that he should have fallen in love..."
"Oh no, there is nothing to surprise one at all. A pretty fortune, and she came in his way."
So Miss Woodhouse believes he married her for her money? That would explain some things, yes, but then, I cannot think so ill of Mr Elton...something else must have been the reason for his marrying her...
Harriet sighed. "I dare say she was very much attached to him."
"Perhaps she might, but it is not every man's fate to marry the woman who loves him best. Miss Hawkins perhaps wanted a home, and thought this the best offer she was likely to have."
Miss Woodhouse thinks Mrs Elton married him for purely practical reasons! I hope she is wrong there!
"Yes, and well she might, nobody could ever have a better. Well, I wish them happy with all my heart. And now, Miss Woodhouse, I do not think I shall mind seeing them again. He is just as superior as ever; but being married, you know, is quite a different thing. No, indeed, Miss Woodhouse, you need not be afraid, I can sit and admire him now without any great misery. To know that he has not thrown himself away is such a comfort! She does seem a charming young woman, just what he deserves! Happy creature! He called her Augusta! How delightful!"
"Delightful, indeed!"
Thus, their discussion ended, and Harriet was left to her own thoughts. She, herself, was surprised in so much falsehood in what she said. She did not like Mrs Elton, but talked about her as a charming, beautiful woman, even when she was thinking the complete opposite.
If jealousy can make me act like that, I'd rather not fall in love ever again. I never thought I could be so mean! Mrs Elton has treated me just as she ought, she has neither said nor done anything amiss, and yet I do not like her. And I do not even admit it to my best friend! What a dishonest woman I am!
Harriet resolved to give Mrs Elton a chance to gain her friendship, if she cared to. But she would not do that for Mrs Elton's sake, only for Mr Elton.
Chapter 15
For several weeks, nothing really interesting happened, until Mr Frank Churchill returned to Highbury. He did not come to Hartfield more than once, however, and so Harriet did not get the chance to watch him and Miss Woodhouse together to see if her suspicions concerning the two of them were correct.
He had good news. His aunt, Mrs Churchill, had moved from Yorkshire to London, because she thought that the town might do her good. But soon she wanted to leave the city; it did not benefit her health as much as she had hoped it would. The Churchills therefore moved to Richmond, only sixteen miles from Highbury, and now there seemed to be no more obstacles between the young people in Highbury and Mr Weston's ball.
Harriet was so happy about this that she could have embraced the whole world. A ball, at last! At last she would have the opportunity to dance again! Her new dress was brought forth for inspection, and after Miss Woodhouse saying that it was very pretty, indeed, she resolved that she was going to wear it for the ball.
The prospect of such an amusement in the near future even made Harriet forget about Mr and Mrs Elton - well, nearly, for she saw them quite often.
Everyone, including Mr and Mrs Weston, only felt afraid that there might be something to prevent the ball. Even Harriet thought so.
"I hope everything will be fine tomorrow," she said to Emma on the evening before the event she had so much looked forward to. "I am sure something will turn up shortly beforehand to prevent it. There always is such a thing when I am looking forward to something or other."
But Emma reassured her. "There will be no such thing this time, Harriet. Calm down. I will convey you to the ball in our carriage tomorrow. Mr Weston has asked me to come to the Crown a bit earlier than the other guests, so I hope you will be ready in time."
"Oh, you can be sure I will, Miss Woodhouse. I would not miss a minute for the world! Do you know I have never been to a real ball in my life? I have danced several times, but there has never been a ball."
Emma laughed. "Then you are going to come out tomorrow, are you?"
Harriet blushed. "It looks like it, Miss Woodhouse."
The next day, Mr Churchill arrived in Randalls before dinner, and Harriet did not fall ill overnight. So she was happy in the prospect of the evening, and got ready early, so as not to keep Miss Woodhouse waiting.
She made all possible efforts to look good, and was gratified by Mrs Goddard's approving glance when she entered the drawing room. Mrs Goddard had asked her to show her how she looked before Miss Woodhouse would come to pick her up.
"You do look very good, Harriet. I am sure some young man or other will fall in love with you tonight."
Harriet coloured. "No, indeed, Mrs Goddard, I do not think so."
"Do not think so lowly of yourself, Harriet. Believe me, your new dress is very becoming, and your hair looks very pretty, too. But remember to be yourself; do not try to imitate others. There is no need to do that, you are as charming as anyone could wish to be."
"Thank you, Mrs Goddard," Harriet murmured.
Outside, Mr Woodhouse's carriage was heard, and Harriet hurried out of the door. When she got into the carriage, Emma welcomed her in the warmest manner, and complimented her on her looks. But, looking at Emma, Harriet did not feel as pretty any more.
"To say the truth, Miss Woodhouse, I think you look much prettier than I do."
Emma smiled at this praise and said, "No, indeed Harriet, I do not think I will ever be as pretty as you are."
Meanwhile they had arrived at the Crown, and got out of the carriage.
Mr Churchill seemed to have been on the lookout for them, for he immediately stepped out of the door to welcome them. His radiant smile told Harriet all she wanted to know.
One can see so clearly that he is in love with Miss Woodhouse! He does not speak much, but one just has to look at his eyes and his smile. He is so happy to have her here! I must find some possibility to leave them alone for a while.
But she could not think of an excuse.
They walked about with Mr Churchill, and talked about the decorations and preparations that had been made.
"Mrs Weston has outdone herself," Emma said. "She has extraordinarily good taste, has she not?"
Mr Churchill agreed.
Shortly after that, another carriage arrived, and Mr Weston went to greet the guests. It seemed that he had asked them, too, to come early and see if everything was right. Emma seemed to be dissatisfied at finding out about that.
While Mr Churchill was gone to welcome the newly arrived guests, she turned to Harriet and said," I like Mr Weston's open manners, but a little less of open-heartedness would make him a higher character."
Harriet only smiled and nodded.
She must be very disappointed. I am sure she hoped to have a few minutes with Mr Churchill before the other guests arrived.
They went over to the fireplace, and Harriet observed," You know, Miss Woodhouse, even though it is May, a fire in the evening is still very pleasant."
Mr Churchill joined them again, but did not seem to be much at ease. He was looking towards the door every now and then, and Emma could not help saying, "Well, Mr Churchill, it seems as if you are still waiting for some special guests. Mr and Mrs Elton, perhaps? Or are you so impatient to begin with the dance that you wish all guests were already here?"
He laughed, and answered," I think Mrs Elton must be here soon. I have a great curiosity to see Mrs Elton; I have heard so much of her. It cannot be long, I think, before she comes."
A carriage was heard, and he went to the door instantly, only to come back and say, "I am forgetting that I am not acquainted with her. I have never seen either Mr or Mrs Elton. I have no business to put myself forward."
Harriet felt uncomfortable when Mr and Mrs Elton were mentioned, and went to one of the windows to look out if they had really arrived.
Then she heard a voice behind her. She remembered it very well, and it made her freeze at once. The thought of this gentleman being here tonight nearly made her leave the room at once.
"Miss Smith, I was hoping to meet you here."
She turned round. Indeed, she was right, it was Mr Edward Mason who was talking to her.
If he is here, surely his brother is here, too? I hope so. I wish Mr George Mason were here now! But then, if he were here, would his brother dare talk to me?
"Good evening, Mr Mason."
"I was wondering, Miss Smith, if you might do me the honour of dancing the first two dances with me?"
He smiled at her, and his smile reminded her of his brother's. How very different George and Edward Mason were, even though they looked very much like each other. She liked George very much, he was agreeable, witty, and a real gentleman. None of this was true for his brother Edward. He was only interested in his own concerns, and never thought about the feelings of others, as long as his own wishes were satisfied. Harriet had never liked him, and after the events of last summer she despised him. If only she could think of an excuse. If only she had a partner already - but no one had asked her yet, and she could not bear the humiliation of refusing to dance with Edward Mason and then sitting down in want of a partner. No, that would show him that she still thought of what had happened, and she did not want to grant him that triumph.
"I shall be very pleased, sir," she said coldly.
I will dance with him, but I am sure he will not like it. I'll be as disagreeable as possible.
He bowed, and went away, while Harriet walked off to Emma again. She needed something to talk about, even Mr and Mrs Elton would do, just to stop her thinking of Mr Mason. Then another horrible thought struck her. What if Mr Martin was here as well? She had not seen him yet, but he could be here, could he not? And what if he saw her dancing with Edward Mason? She did not wish to imagine that scene...
Meanwhile, Mr and Mrs Elton had arrived, and had been welcomed by Mr and Mrs Weston.
"But Miss Bates and Miss Fairfax!" said Mr Weston, looking about. "We thought you were to bring them."
Mr Elton seemed to be very embarrassed. "I am very sorry, sir, about that mistake of mine. I will set it right immediately, I will send our carriage for them."
Mr Churchill was introduced to Mr and Mrs Elton, and was busy giving them all his attention.
Harriet asked Emma," Miss Woodhouse, do you see the young gentleman over there?"
"The one who is talking to Mr William Cox?"
"Yes, the one. This is Mr Edward Mason, the brother of Mr George Mason."
"The Donwell attorney's son?"
"That is right. He asked me to dance the first two dances with him."
"I am sure you gave him a affirmative answer, did you not? He seems to be very pleasant."
"Oh yes, Miss Woodhouse, he seems to be very pleasant, for sure."
Now all the attention was attracted by the tireless ramble of Miss Bates. She had arrived at last, and was now touring the room, saying good evening to all her friends.
"Ah, here's Miss Woodhouse! Dear Miss Woodhouse, how do you do? Very well, thank you, quite well! This is meeting quiet in fairyland! Such a transformation! Must not compliment, I know, that would be rude, but upon my word, Miss Woodhouse, you do look - How do you like Jane's hair? You are a judge. She did it all herself! Quite wonderful how she does her hair! No hairdresser from London I think could - Ah, Mr Hughes, Mrs Hughes...."
And off she went, happy to meet so many wonderful people in one evening.
Finally, the music started and the dancers assembled. Mr Weston and Mrs Elton were to lead the dance, and looking at Emma, Harriet saw that this did not please her at all. Still she seemed to be content to have one of the most desirable partners for the dance - Mr Churchill - a thing that Harriet could not think for herself. Mr Mason was good looking, and he did his best to make himself agreeable, but there were memories that prevented his being agreeable to her once for all. Besides, he had not got rid of his habit of looking at her in a strange way, and that made her feel uncomfortable. She hoped that the first two dances would soon be over.
To pass the time, she said, "Mr Mason, I have not seen any of your family here. I hope they are well."
"They are, Miss Smith. But they were not invited, it was Mr William Cox who procured an invitation for me. We are very good friends, you know."
So Mr George Mason is not here tonight. What a pity. I would have liked to talk to him. He is so much more pleasant than his brother! If only those two dances were over yet!
They danced on in silence, and as soon as the music stopped, Harriet excused herself.
After that, Harriet quite enjoyed the ball. She had partners for every dance, and felt that she was quite a favourite. That notion flattered her exceedingly. She danced with Mr William Cox, and Mr Richard Hughes, and Mr Churchill asked her, too.
Then the last two dances before dinner were announced, and Harriet had no partner for those dances yet. She sat down, among the onlookers, and felt a bit disappointed. She loved the music, and she longed to dance. Until now, there had always been enough dancing partners for the ladies in the room. What had happened?
Then she saw Mr Elton walking towards the group of onlookers, and understood.
He will not ask me for a dance. Well, I cannot help it; I will have to sit down, then. It does not really matter.
But she noticed the glances Mrs Elton gave her husband.
It seems that she does not want him to dance with me. I cannot blame her.
Mrs Weston had left her seat and approached Mr Elton, saying," Do not you dance, Mr Elton?"
"Most readily, Mrs Weston, if you will dance with me."
"Me? Oh no. I would get you a better partner than myself. I am no dancer."
"If Mrs Gilbert wishes to dance, I shall have great pleasure, I am sure - for, though beginning to feel myself rather an old married man, and that my dancing days are over, it would give me very great pleasure at any time to stand up with an old friend like Mrs Gilbert."
"Mrs Gilbert does not mean to dance, but there is a young lady disengaged whom I should be very glad to see dancing - Miss Smith."
"Miss Smith! Oh! I had not observed! You are extremely obliging, and if I were not an old married man - But my dancing days are over, Mrs Weston. You will excuse me. Any thing else I should be most happy to do, at your command, but my dancing days are over."
Mrs Weston only stared at him in disbelief, and returned to her seat, while Harriet was trying to fight back her tears.
Whatever you do, Harriet Smith, don't cry. Don't show him how much he has hurt and insulted you. Think of Miss Woodhouse; do not disgrace her and yourself with your crying. Mr Elton is not worth it! Just look at him, how triumphantly he smiles at his wife! Such a disgusting couple! I should have known better! Oh, now I see what sort of man he is! How could I ever fall in love with him! Stop crying now, Harriet!
Then she heard someone address her. "Miss Smith, would you like to dance with me?"
She looked up and saw a handsome, smiling face, and at that moment she felt that she had never before been so happy.
"Certainly, Mr Knightley!"
Mr Knightley led her to the set, and Harriet overheard Mrs Elton saying,"Knightley has taken pity on poor Miss Smith! Very good-natured, I declare!"
But even this did no damage to her happiness. Harriet was perfectly delighted to be dancing with Mr Knightley. He had not danced the whole evening, and being so singled out by him was an honour, indeed.
He is such a wonderful dancer. I wonder why he does not dance more often. And just imagine, he is dancing with me, of all the ladies in the room! How can I ever thank him enough, to have spared me the humiliation of sitting there and being insulted by Mr Elton! How could I ever have loved Mr Elton, Mr Knightley is so very superior to him!
While dancing with her, Mr Knightley eagerly talked to her. Harriet supposed that he wanted her to feel less awkward, and wanted to distract her thoughts from what had happened before.
After the dances, it was time for supper, and Mr Knightley led her to the dining table. He was so ready to be of assistance to her, and so agreeable and helpful in everything, that Harriet could not help but seeing him in a completely different light than she had ever seen him before.
I have always been a bit afraid of Mr Knightley, I never knew he could be so perfectly amiable. He seems to be so earnest sometimes. Well, he is earnest, now, too, but now I know what a perfect man he is. If only he could fall in love with me...I'd be the happiest of all women! What a perfect husband he would make! Stop dreaming, Harriet, this will never be. It can never be.
The evening ended pleasantly. Harriet danced the last two dances with Mr George Otway, and thought it altogether delightful. There had been some trials to overcome, it was true, but it did not signify. No, it did not signify at all!
Mr Edward Mason had behaved just as he ought, so dancing with him had not been so extremely unpleasant as she had thought it before.
And Mr Elton's slighting her had only led to perfect happiness, because that had caused Mr Knightley to ask her for a dance.
I am sure Mr Knightley wanted to teach Mr Elton a lesson, Harriet thought when she went to bed, back at Mrs Goddard's house.
He wanted to show him the way a real gentleman behaves.
And, with pleasant thoughts of Mr Knightley, Harriet fell asleep.
Chapter 17
Mrs Elton had become one of the most essential members of Highbury society by now, or at least she thought so herself. There was more than one occasion in which she tried to put herself forward, or to make herself more important than she really was.
She proposed an excursion to Box Hill, to go "exploring", as she called it. However, the trip had to be deferred; a lame carriage horse prevented it.
"Is not this most vexatious, Knightley," she lamented. "And such weather for exploring! These delays and disappointments are quite odious. What are we to do? The year will wear away at this rate, and nothing done! Before this time last year, I assure you, we had had a delightful exploring party from Maple Grove to Kings Weston."
"You had better explore to Donwell," Mr Knightley replied without being serious. "That may be done without horses. Come, and eat my strawberries. They are ripening fast."
However, if Mr Knightley had proposed this in jest, he soon was to regret it, because Mrs Elton highly appreciated the idea of going to Donwell Abbey and eating strawberries. So, being the gentleman he was, he extended the invitation to Mr Elton, and the only thing that kept him from naming a day for the party to take place was that he wanted to invite the Woodhouses, and the Westons, too.
Emma and Harriet were thrilled with the prospect of going to Donwell Abbey, and even Mr Woodhouse did not object to it.
"Some fine morning, Emma, Harriet and I can go very well; and I can sit still with Mrs Weston, while the dear girls are walking about in the garden," he said. "I do not suppose the gardens are damp now, in the middle of the day. I should like to see the old house again exceedingly, and I should be happy to meet Mr and Mrs Elton and any other of my neighbours."
Harriet beamed with happiness. She was to see Donwell Abbey and its gardens, at last! She had never seen them before. And, of course, to spend a whole day in the company of Mr Knightley! This was nearly too much happiness to be borne!
"I cannot see any objection at all to my, and Emma's and Harriet's going there some very fine morning. I think it is well done of you, Mr Knightley, to invite us. Very kind and sensible, much cleverer than dining out. I am not fond of dining out."
The matter was settled; Mr Weston promised to ask his son to come too, which, Harriet thought, would please Emma exceedingly, even though it did not seem to please Mr Knightley.
Mr Knightley does not like Mr Churchill. What are his reasons, I wonder? They must be good reasons; Mr Knightley does not judge without having good motives.
Finally, the carriage horse that had prevented the trip to Box Hill had recovered, too, and so it was settled that the walk to Donwell Abbey was to take place on one day, and the Box Hill picnic at the next.
Harriet was even more delighted when she heard the date, on which these events would take place.
Going to Donwell Abbey, and on my birthday, too!
This birthday promised to be more delightful than her last had been.
Well, if nothing happens. Please, God, no sore throats or headaches on this day! And no rain, if you can manage it!
Nothing happened, to prevent their walk. The weather was lovely, the sun was shining, and it was rather warm. Harriet and Emma set out to walk, while Mr Woodhouse was to go to Donwell Abbey in his carriage.
Harriet was completely charmed by the grandeur of the place. It seemed to be huge, much bigger than Hartfield, and much more handsome, too. The room, in which Mr Woodhouse was seated, was a beautiful drawing room, and it had been prepared especially for Mr Woodhouse's convenience. Mrs Weston arrived shortly after them, and sat down with Mr Woodhouse.
"This walk has fatigued me," she said to her husband, winking at him. "I will just sit down for a while, and talk with Mr Woodhouse."
"Well done, Mrs Weston, do sit down with me and do not heat yourself. There is no such thing as heat, I declare! It makes your head ache, and it exhausts you. Stay in here, it is much more refreshing."
Emma was glad to see that her father had a companion, and now nothing could keep her inside the house any more. She felt an urge to go out, and have a look around the gardens, as she had not been there for a long time. Harriet accompanied her, and eagerly listened to Emma's description of all the changes that had taken place since Emma's last visit in Donwell Abbey.
Finally, they reached the strawberry beds, where the rest of the party were already busy picking strawberries. Only Frank Churchill was missing, he had not yet arrived.
Mrs Elton, in a large bonnet and a dress that made her look like a scarecrow (or so Harriet thought), was talking all the time, addressing no one in particular.
"Now, are not those strawberries the best fruit in England? I must say, they are delicious! Strawberries are everybody's favourite, they are always wholesome, are they not?"
She is worse than Miss Bates, really. Miss Bates talks because she wants people to know something, and she has something to say, most of the time, at least, even if she gets lost in her own speech sometimes. Mrs Elton talks because she likes to hear herself talk. Mr Elton got what he deserved. Oh, stop being so wicked, Harriet.
Shortly after Mrs Elton had told them how delightful it was to gather strawberries in the morning, because one never got tired of it, she declared, "There is one objection to gathering strawberries, I must say. It is the stooping, in this glaring sun. I am tired to death, and I can bear it no longer. I must go and sit in the shade."
And, leaning on her "caro sposa", she went off, to find a shady place to recover.
The whole party soon took seats in the shade, and Harriet overheard a conversation between Mrs Elton and Miss Fairfax. It seemed that Mrs Elton had found a position as a governess for Jane Fairfax, and that Jane was not really approving of the plans to go there.
Poor Miss Fairfax! How she must suffer! And Mrs Elton does not even care about her feelings, even though they are as clear as can be. Miss Fairfax does not want to go and work as a governess, and still her friend wants to persuade her to go, against her will. What sort of friendship is that?
But then Harriet remembered several occasions when Miss Woodhouse had persuaded her to do things she had not really wished to do, and felt ashamed of herself.
This has to stop. I'll think for myself in the future. I won't let anybody interfere with my life any more. I'll make my own decisions. I am sure Mr Knightley would not want a wife who does not think for herself.
Seeing that Mrs Elton would not leave her alone, Jane Fairfax finally rose and suggested, "Shall we not walk? Mr Knightley, would you be so kind and show us your gardens? I would wish to see the whole extent."
Mr Knightley most readily conceded, and they started their tour of the Donwell Abbey gardens.
They all strolled around, scattered in small groups, and admired the beauty of the scenery around Donwell. Harriet was absolutely charmed. The trees were in full bloom, the sun was shining brightly, and she was thoroughly enjoying her visit here.
She walked on, and started when she heard Mr Knightley's voice say, "Well, Miss Smith, I hope you are enjoying this walk."
She blushed, and while she was still trying to think of a witty answer, as Miss Woodhouse would probably give him, she said, "Oh yes, I do, Mr Knightley. I do very much."
And your being here makes it even more enjoyable. If only I could tell you...Harriet, pull yourself together. Don't forget your dignity.
"If you walk this way, Miss Smith, you will have a beautiful view of the valley over there."
"Thank you very much, Mr Knightley." Harriet's smile was shy, but Mr Knightley thought it became her.
I think I know what made Robert Martin fall in love with her, he thought. I was once his age, too. A pretty smile can do a lot of mischief. I wish I could do something for him, without pleading his cause. There would be no use in that. For a start I could try to find out what she really thinks about him.
They reached a point where they could overlook the whole valley below them, and the view was charming, indeed.
"How beautiful," Harriet sighed. "It must be so delightful to live here, and to be able to see all this every day."
In the distance, there was Donwell village, with the church in the middle, surrounded by a couple of handsome houses, and some trees. And, directly in front of them, by the river, there was Abbey Mill Farm. Harriet could see the orchard, and the summerhouse by the river. There was Mrs Martin's rose garden, where Harriet had been so often. She sighed again.
"It is a beautiful place, is it not?" Mr Knightley asked cautiously.
"Oh yes, it is, Mr Knightley."
"The Martins are delightful people, but I guess you know that yourself. Very friendly, and highly respectable."
Harriet blushed. Did Mr Knightley know.... no, that was not likely. Who would have told him?
But then, I asked for Miss Woodhouse's opinion. She is my friend, and I know that Mr Knightley is a friend of Mr Martin's. Perhaps Mr Martin asked for Mr Knightley's advice? Don't be stupid, Harriet, he did not even mention Mr Martin.
To lead away from the topic, she said, "The fields and meadows are so very beautiful, are they not?"
Mr Knightley smiled. "I do not usually see them from the picturesque point of view, but simply as to the use I - or any of my tenants - can make of them. It is good farming land, that I can tell you, but I cannot answer for its beauty."
At this moment, Emma joined them, and smiled contentedly.
Miss Woodhouse has left us alone for some time. How very nice of her! She wanted to give me the opportunity of a tête à tête with Mr Knightley!
They walked out for a bit, until they went into the house to eat. Everybody sat down at the dining table, but Mr Churchill had still not arrived, and Mrs Weston felt rather uneasy about it.
"I hope that nothing has happened to him," she said.
Her husband, even though he was worried, too, did not show his feelings and only said, "Do not worry, dear, I am sure he will soon arrive. His aunt is feeling so much better, that I have no doubt of his getting over to us."
Mr Churchill did arrive in the later afternoon, but he seemed to be cross and ill tempered. Not even Miss Woodhouse could do something to raise his spirits, and Harriet wondered what had happened. She had never seen Mr Churchill like this before.
I hope that he will be in a better mood tomorrow, Harriet thought. The Box Hill picnic will only be half as nice if he acts like he does today.