“There is one thing, Emma, which a man can always do, if he chuses, and that is, his duty;
She was his own Emma, by hand and word
If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.
will be the greatest humanity in you to do as much for her as you have done for me, except falling in love with her when she is thirteen.”
I am not in want of that sort of compassion.
this day but the beginning of wretchedness.
that she was wretched, and should probably find
and she was ready to give it every bad name in the world
Why was it so much worse that Harriet should be in love with Mr. Knightley, than with Frank Churchill? Why was the evil so dreadfully increased by Harriet’s having some hope of a return? It darted through her, with the speed of an arrow, that Mr. Knightley must marry no one but herself!
“Whom are you going to dance with?” asked Mr. Knightley.
She hesitated a moment, and then replied, “With you, if you will ask me.”
“Will you?” said he, offering his hand.
“Indeed I will. You have shewn that you can dance, and you know we are not really so much brother and sister as to make it at all improper.”
“Brother and sister! no, indeed.”
