“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 intentions and judgment had been ever so superior to her own.  Nothing, but that the lessons of her past folly might teach her humility and circumspection in future.

Serious she was, very serious in her thankfulness, and in her resolutions; and yet there was no preventing a laugh, sometimes in the very midst of them.  She must laugh at such a close!  Such an end of the doleful disappointment of five weeks back!  Such a heart—­such a Harriet!