and sweetness!—­Latterly she had been more and more aware of it.  When they had been all walking together, he had so often come and walked by her, and talked so very delightfully!—­He seemed to want to be acquainted with her.  Emma knew it to have been very much the case.  She had often observed the change, to almost the same extent.—­ Harriet repeated expressions of approbation and praise from him—­ and Emma felt them to be in the closest agreement with what she had known of his opinion of Harriet.  He praised her for being without art or affectation, for having simple, honest, generous, feelings.—­ She knew that he saw such recommendations in Harriet; he had dwelt on them to her more than once.—­Much that lived in Harriet’s memory, many little particulars of the notice she had received from him, a look, a speech, a removal from one chair to another, a compliment implied, a preference inferred, had been unnoticed, because unsuspected, by Emma.  Circumstances that might swell to half an hour’s relation, and contained multiplied proofs to her who had seen them, had passed undiscerned by her who now heard them; but the two latest occurrences to be mentioned, the two of strongest promise to Harriet, were not without some degree of witness from Emma herself.—­The first, was his walking with her apart from the others, in the lime-walk at Donwell, where they had been walking some time before Emma came, and he had taken pains (as she was convinced) to draw her from the rest to himself—­and at first, he had talked to her in a more particular way than he had ever done before, in a very particular way indeed!—­(Harriet could not recall it without a blush.) He seemed to be almost asking her, whether her affections were engaged.—­ But as soon as she (Miss Woodhouse) appeared likely to join them, he changed the subject, and began talking about farming:—­ The second, was his having sat talking with her nearly half an hour before Emma came back from her visit, the very last morning of his being at Hartfield—­though, when he first came in, he had said that he could not stay five minutes—­and his having told her, during their conversation, that though he must go to London, it was very much against his inclination that he left home at all, which was much more (as Emma felt) than he had acknowledged to her.  The superior degree of confidence towards Harriet, which this one article marked, gave her severe pain.

On the subject of the first of the two circumstances, she did, after a little reflection, venture the following question.  “Might he not?—­Is not it possible, that when enquiring, as you thought, into the state of your affections, he might be alluding to Mr. Martin—­ he might have Mr. Martin’s interest in view?  But Harriet rejected the suspicion with spirit.

“Mr. Martin!  No indeed!—­There was not a hint of Mr. Martin.  I hope I know better now, than to care for Mr. Martin, or to be suspected of it.”

When Harriet had closed her evidence, she appealed to her dear Miss Woodhouse, to say whether she had not good ground for hope.