Time passed on. A few more to-morrows, and the party from London would be arriving. It was an alarming change; and Emma was thinking of it one morning, as what must bring a great deal to agitate and grieve her, when Mr. Knightley came in, and distressing thoughts were put by. After the first chat of pleasure he was silent; and then, in a graver tone, began with,

`I have something to tell you, Emma; some news.'

`Good or bad?' said she, quickly, looking up in his face.

`I do not know which it ought to be called.'

`Oh! good I am sure. - I see it in your countenance. You are trying not to smile.'

`I am afraid,' said he, composing his features, `I am very much afraid, my dear Emma, that you will not smile when you hear it.'

`Indeed! but why so? - I can hardly imagine that any thing which pleases or amuses you, should not please and amuse me too.'

`There is one subject,' he replied, `I hope but one, on which we do not think alike.' He paused a moment, again smiling, with his eyes fixed on her face. `Does nothing occur to you? - Do not you recollect? - Harriet Smith.'

Her cheeks flushed at the name, and she felt afraid of something, though she knew not what.

`Have you heard from her yourself this morning?' cried he. `You have, I believe, and know the whole.'

`No, I have not; I know nothing; pray tell me.'

`You are prepared for the worst, I see - and very bad it is. Harriet Smith marries Robert Martin.'

Emma gave a start, which did not seem like being prepared - and her eyes, in eager gaze, said, `No, this is impossible!' but her lips were closed.

`It is so, indeed,' continued Mr. Knightley; `I have it from Robert Martin himself. He left me not half an hour ago.'

She was still looking at him with the most speaking amazement.

`You like it, my Emma, as little as I feared. - I wish our opinions were the same. But in time they will. Time, you may be sure, will make one or the other of us think differently; and, in the meanwhile, we need not talk much on the subject.'

`You mistake me, you quite mistake me,' she replied, exerting herself. `It is not that such a circumstance would now make me unhappy, but I cannot believe it. It seems an impossibility! - You cannot mean to say, that Harriet Smith has accepted Robert Martin. You cannot mean that he has even proposed to her again - yet. You only mean, that he intends it.'

`I mean that he has done it,' answered Mr. Knightley, with smiling but determined decision, `and been accepted.'

`Good God!' she cried. - `Well!' - Then having recourse to her workbasket, in excuse for leaning down her face, and concealing all the exquisite feelings of delight and entertainment which she knew she must be expressing, she added, `Well, now tell me every thing; make this intelligible to me. How, where, when? - Let me know it all. I never was more surprized - but it does not make me unhappy, I assure you. - How - how has it been possible?'

`It is a very simple story. He went to town on business three days ago, and I got him to take charge of some papers which I was wanting to send to John. - He delivered these papers to John, at his chambers, and was asked by him to join their party the same evening to Astley's. They were going to take the two eldest boys to Astley's. The party was to be our brother and sister, Henry, John - and Miss Smith. My friend Robert could not resist. They called for him in their way; were all extremely amused; and my brother asked him to dine with them the next day - which he did - and in the course of that visit (as I understand) he found an opportunity of speaking to Harriet; and certainly did not speak in vain. - She made him, by her acceptance, as happy even as he is deserving. He came down by yesterday's coach, and was with me this morning immediately after breakfast, to report his proceedings, first on my affairs, and then on his own. This is all that I can relate of the how, where, and when. Your friend Harriet will make a much longer history when you see her. - She will give you all the minute particulars, which only woman's language can make interesting. - In our communications we deal only in the great. - However, I must say, that Robert Martin's heart seemed for him, and to me, very overflowing; and that he did mention, without its being much to the purpose, that on quitting their box at Astley's, my brother took charge of Mrs. John Knightley and little John, and he followed with Miss Smith and Henry; and that at one time they were in such a crowd, as to make Miss Smith rather uneasy.'

He stopped. - Emma dared not attempt any immediate reply. To speak, she was sure would be to betray a most unreasonable degree of happiness. She must wait a moment, or he would think her mad. Her silence disturbed him; and after observing her a little while, he added,

`Emma, my love, you said that this circumstance would not now make you unhappy; but I am afraid it gives you more pain than you expected. His situation is an evil - but you must consider it as what satisfies your friend; and I will answer for your thinking better and better of him as you know him more. His good sense and good principles would delight you. - As far as the man is concerned, you could not wish your friend in better hands. His rank in society I would alter if I could, which is saying a great deal I assure you, Emma. - You laugh at me about William Larkins; but I could quite as ill spare Robert Martin.'

He wanted her to look up and smile; and having now brought herself not to smile too broadly - she did - cheerfully answering,

`You need not be at any pains to reconcile me to the match. I think Harriet is doing extremely well. Her connexions may be worse than his. In respectability of character, there can be no doubt that they are. I have been silent from surprize merely, excessive surprize. You cannot imagine how suddenly it has come on me! how peculiarly unprepared I was! - for I had reason to believe her very lately more determined against him, much more, than she was before.'

`You ought to know your friend best,' replied Mr. Knightley; `but I should say she was a good-tempered, soft-hearted girl, not likely to be very, very determined against any young man who told her he loved her.'

Emma could not help laughing as she answered, `Upon my word, I believe you know her quite as well as I do. - But, Mr. Knightley, are you perfectly sure that she has absolutely and downright accepted him. I could suppose she might in time - but can she already? - Did not you misunderstand him? - You were both talking of other things; of business, shows of cattle, or new drills - and might not you, in the confusion of so many subjects, mistake him? - It was not Harriet's hand that he was certain of - it was the dimensions of some famous ox.'

The contrast between the countenance and air of Mr. Knightley and Robert Martin was, at this moment, so strong to Emma's feelings, and so strong was the recollection of all that had so recently passed on Harriet's side, so fresh the sound of those words, spoken with such emphasis, `No, I hope I know better than to think of Robert Martin,' that she was really expecting the intelligence to prove, in some measure, premature. It could not be otherwise.

`Do you dare say this?' cried Mr. Knightley. `Do you dare to suppose me so great a blockhead, as not to know what a man is talking of? - What do you deserve?'

`Oh! I always deserve the best treatment, because I never put up with any other; and, therefore, you must give me a plain, direct answer. Are you quite sure that you understand the terms on which Mr. Martin and Harriet now are?'

`I am quite sure,' he replied, speaking very distinctly, `that he told me she had accepted him; and that there was no obscurity, nothing doubtful, in the words he used; and I think I can give you a proof that it must be so. He asked my opinion as to what he was now to do. He knew of no one but Mrs. Goddard to whom he could apply for information of her relations or friends. Could I mention any thing more fit to be done, than to go to Mrs. Goddard? I assured him that I could not. Then, he said, he would endeavour to see her in the course of this day.'

`I am perfectly satisfied,' replied Emma, with the brightest smiles, `and most sincerely wish them happy.'

`You are materially changed since we talked on this subject before.'

`I hope so - for at that time I was a fool.'

`And I am changed also; for I am now very willing to grant you all Harriet's good qualities. I have taken some pains for your sake, and for Robert Martin's sake, (whom I have always had reason to believe as much in love with her as ever,) to get acquainted with her. I have often talked to her a good deal. You must have seen that I did. Sometimes, indeed, I have thought you were half suspecting me of pleading poor Martin's cause, which was never the case; but, from all my observations, I am convinced of her being an artless, amiable girl, with very good notions, very seriously good principles, and placing her happiness in the affections and utility of domestic life. - Much of this, I have no doubt, she may thank you for.'

`Me!' cried Emma, shaking her head. - `Ah! poor Harriet!'

She checked herself, however, and submitted quietly to a little more praise than she deserved.

Their conversation was soon afterwards closed by the entrance of her father. She was not sorry. She wanted to be alone. Her mind was in a state of flutter and wonder, which made it impossible for her to be collected. She was in dancing, singing, exclaiming spirits; and till she had moved about, and talked to herself, and laughed and reflected, she could be fit for nothing rational.

Her father's business was to announce James's being gone out to put the horses to, preparatory to their now daily drive to Randalls; and she had, therefore, an immediate excuse for disappearing.

The joy, the gratitude, the exquisite delight of her sensations may be imagined. The sole grievance and alloy thus removed in the prospect of Harriet's welfare, she was really in danger of becoming too happy for security. - What had she to wish for? Nothing, but to grow more worthy of him, whose intentio............