Could she but have given Harriet her feelings about it all!She had talked her into love; but, alas!she was not so easily to be talked out of it.The charm of an object to occupy the many vacancies of Harriet’s mind was not to be talked away. He might be superseded by another; he certainly would indeed; nothing could be clearer; even a Robert Martin would have been sufficient; but nothing else, she feared, would cure her. Harriet was one of those, who, having once begun, would be always in love. And now, poor girl!she was considerably worse from this reappearance of Mr.Elton. She was always having a glimpse of him somewhere or other.Emma saw him only once;but two or three times every day Harriet was sure _just_ to meet with him,or _just_ to miss him, _just_ to hear his voice,or see his shoulder,_just_ to have something occur to preserve him in her fancy,in all the favouring warmth of surprize and conjecture.She was, moreover, perpetually hearing about him; for,excepting when at Hartfield,she was always among those who saw no fault in Mr.Elton, and found nothing so interesting as the discussion of his concerns;and every report, therefore,every guess—all that had already occurred,all that might occur in the arrangement of his affairs,comprehending income, servants, and furniture,was continually in agitation around her.Her regard was receiving strength by invariable praise of him,and her regrets kept alive,and feelings irritated by ceaseless repetitions of Miss Hawkins’s happiness,and continual observation of,how much he seemed attached!—his air as he walked by the house—the very sitting of his hat,being all in proof of how much he was in love!
Had it been allowable entertainment,had there been no pain to her friend,or reproach to herself,in the waverings of Harriet’s mind,Emma would have been amused by its variations.Sometimes Mr. Elton predominated,sometimes the Martins;and each was occasionally useful as a check to the other.Mr. Elton’s engagement had been the cure of the agitation of meeting Mr.Martin. The unhappiness produced by the knowledge of that engagement had been a little put aside by Elizabeth Martin’s calling at Mrs. Goddard’s a few days afterwards. Harriet had not been at home; but a note had been prepared and left for her, written in the very style to touch; a small mixture of reproach, with a great deal of kindness; and till Mr. Elton himself appeared, she had been much occupied by it, continually pondering over what could be done in return, and wishing to do more than she dared to confess. But Mr. Elton, in person, had driven away all such cares. While he staid, the Martins were forgotten; and on the very morning of his setting off for Bath again, Emma, to dissipate some of the distress it occasioned, judged it best for her to return Elizabeth Martin’s visit.
How that visit was to be acknowledged—what would be necessary—and what might be safest, had been a point of some doubtful consideration. Absolute neglect of the mother and sisters, when invited to come, would be ingratitude. It must not be: and yet the danger of a renewal of the acquaintance—!
After much thinking,she could determine on nothing better,than Harriet’s returning the visit; but in a way that,if they had understanding,should convince them that it was to be only a formal acquaintance.She meant to take her in the carriage,leave her at the Abbey Mill,while she drove a little farther,and call for her again so soon,as to allow no time for insidious applications or dangerous recurrences to the past, and give the most decided proof of what degree of intimacy was chosen for the future.
She could think of nothing better:and though there was something in it which her own heart could not approve—something of ingratitude, merely glossed over—it must be done, or what would become of Harriet?
CHAPTER V
Small heart had Harriet for visiting.Only half an hour before her friend called for her at Mrs.Goddard’s, her evil stars had led her to the very spot where,at that moment, a trunk, directed to _The Rev.Philip Elton, White-Hart, Bath_,was to be seen under the operation of being lifted into the butcher’s cart,which was to convey it to where the coaches past;and every thing in this world,excepting that trunk and the direction,was consequently a blank.
She went, however; and when they reached the farm,and she was to be put down, at the end of the broad,neat gravel walk, which led between espalier apple-trees to the front door,the sight of every thing which had given her so much pleasure the autumn before, was beginning to revive a little local agitation; and when they parted, Emma observed her to be looking around with a sort of fearful curiosity, which determined her not to allow the visit to exceed the proposed quarter of an hour. She went on herself, to give that portion of time to an old servant who was married, and settled in Donwell.
The quarter of an hour brought her punctually to the white gate again;and Miss Smith receiving her summons,was with her without delay,and unattended by any alarming young man.She came solitarily down the gravel walk—a Miss Martin just appearing at the door, and parting with her seemingly with ceremonious civility.
Harriet could not very soon give an intelligible account.She was feeling too much;but at last Emma collected from her enough to understand the sort of meeting,and the sort of pain it was creating.She had seen only Mrs. Martin and the two girls.They had received her doubtingly, if not coolly;and nothing beyond the merest commonplace had been talked almost all the time—till just at last, when Mrs. Martin’s saying, all of a sudden, that she thought Miss Smith was grown, had brought on a more interesting subject, and a warmer manner. In that very room she had been measured last September, with her two friends. There were the pencilled marks and memorandums on the wainscot by the window. _He_ had done it. They all seemed to remember the day, the hour, the party, the occasion—to feel the same consciousness, the same regrets—to be ready to return to the same good understanding; and they were just growing again like themselves, (Harriet, as Emma must suspect, as ready as the best of them to be cordial and happy,) when the carriage reappeared, and all was over. The style of the visit, and the shortness of it, were then felt to be decisive. Fourteen minutes to be given to those with whom she had thankfully passed six weeks not six months ago!—Emma could not but picture it all,and feel how justly they might resent,how naturally Harriet must suffer.It was a bad business.She would have given a great deal,or endured a great deal,to have had the Martins in a higher rank of life.They were so deserving,that a _little_ higher should have been enough:but as it was, how could she have done otherwise?—Impossible!—She could not repent. They must be separated;but there was a great deal of pain in the process—so much to herself at this time, that she soon felt the necessity of a little consolation, and resolved on going home by way of Randalls to procure it. Her mind was quite sick of Mr. Elton and the Martins. The refreshment of Randalls was absolutely necessary.
It was a good scheme;but on driving to the door they heard that neither “master nor mistress was at home;” they had both been out some time; the man believed they were gone to Hartfield.