“Upon my word, Emma, to hear you abusing the reason you have, is almost enough to make me think so too.  Better be without sense, than misapply it as you do.”

“To be sure!” cried she playfully.  “I know that is the feeling of you all.  I know that such a girl as Harriet is exactly what every man delights in—­what at once bewitches his senses and satisfies his judgment.  Oh!  Harriet may pick and chuse.  Were you, yourself, ever to marry, she is the very woman for you.  And is she, at seventeen, just entering into life, just beginning to be known, to be wondered at because she does not accept the first offer she receives?  No—­pray let her have time to look about her.”

“I have always thought it a very foolish intimacy,” said Mr. Knightley presently, “though I have kept my thoughts to myself; but I now perceive that it will be a very unfortunate one for Harriet.  You will puff her up with such ideas of her own beauty, and of what she has a claim to, that, in a little while, nobody within her reach will be good enough for her.  Vanity working on a weak head, produces every sort of mischief.  Nothing so easy as for a young lady to raise her expectations too high.  Miss Harriet Smith may not find offers of marriage flow in so fast, though she is a very pretty girl.  Men of sense, whatever you may chuse to say, do not want silly wives.  Men of family would not be very fond of connecting themselves with a girl of such obscurity—­and most prudent men would be afraid of the inconvenience and disgrace they might be involved in, when the mystery of her parentage came to be revealed.  Let her marry Robert Martin, and she is safe, respectable, and happy for ever; but if you encourage her to expect to marry greatly, and teach her to be satisfied with nothing less than a man of consequence and large fortune, she may be a parlour-boarder at Mrs. Goddard’s all the rest of her life—­or, at least, (for Harriet Smith is a girl who will marry somebody or other,) till she grow desperate, and is glad to catch at the old writing-master’s son.”

“We think so very differently on this point, Mr. Knightley, that there can be no use in canvassing it.  We shall only be making each other more angry.  But as to my letting her marry Robert Martin, it is impossible; she has refused him, and so decidedly, I think, as must prevent any second application.  She must abide by the evil of having refused him, whatever it may be; and as to the refusal itself, I will not pretend to say that I might not influence her a little; but I assure you there was very little for me or for any body to do.  His appearance is so much against him, and his manner so bad, that if she ever were disposed to favour him, she is not now.  I can imagine, that before she had seen any body superior, she might tolerate him.  He was the brother of her friends, and he took pains to please her; and altogether, having seen nobody better (that must have been his great assistant) she might not, while she was at Abbey-Mill, find him disagreeable.  But the case is altered now.  She knows now what gentlemen are; and nothing but a gentleman in education and manner has any chance with Harriet.”