Harriet Smith

Harriet had mixed feelings in her heart, and looked at him in surprise.

"But perhaps you don't know how much you like her..." murmured Emma.

"If you mean that, Mr. Cole warned me six weeks ago." Mr. Knightley tied up his shoelaces. "If what you want to know is whether I will pursue her? The answer is no. Besides Even if I pursue, she may not agree.—I will never propose to her."

"I didn't ask you this..." Emma said in her mouth, but her face was full of joy.

Don't you mean that?Harriet almost laughed.Emma is so lovely.

"I just think that since Miss Fairfax is so good..." Emma insisted on defending.

"I admire her very much, but not in any way," said Mr. Knightley, nodding to them. "Good day, ladies."

"What do you think, Mrs. Weston?" asked Emma, ​​after Mr. Knightley had gone.

"Who knows, he keeps saying he doesn't think that way about Miss Fairfax, but I wouldn't be surprised if he proposes." Mrs. Weston laughed. "Emma, ​​don't hit me." ah."

"What do you think, Harriet?" repeated Emma.

"Me?" Harriet looked up. "Maybe he has someone else he likes."

Emma, ​​wake up and be with Mr. Knightley!

Harriet was secretly anxious.

Emma is going to invite the Eltons to Hatfield.An invitation was also sent to Harriet, but she said, "Are you sure you want to come? Don't force it. You really don't have to..."

Harriet knew that she probably didn't want her to go, so she refused, happy to be at ease.

It was a sunny day, so she stayed at school to tend Mrs. Goddard's garden.

Recently, there are a lot of troubles, and sunbathing and physical labor can help eliminate depression.

After a day's work, she took a comfortable bath and enjoyed the long-lost peace in the house.

When changing clothes, she accidentally found a handkerchief and remembered that it belonged to Mr. Knightley. She wiped her tears last time and forgot to return him.

He put the handkerchief on the tip of his nose and sniffed it. In addition to her smell, there was also a faint smell similar to hay.

Mr. Knightley...

She suddenly felt sour in her heart and wanted to cry.

At night, she fell asleep clutching a handkerchief and slept soundly.

The author has something to say: Dog Abuse Warning: Next Chapter Dancing with Mr. Knightley!

☆. Dance with Mr. Knightley!

Frank Churchill is back.

His aunt was convalescent in London, and he had many opportunities to come to Highbury.

"Mrs. Weston told me about you." He took an opportunity of chatting with Harriet alone. "Why don't you justify the matter? Why don't you argue with the Eltons? Why don't you reproach Miss Woodhouse?" ?"

"You really have a lot of 'why's, Mr. Churchill." She frowned at the problem baby, "Can't you be a real gentleman and keep quiet about a lady's private affairs?"

"I'm complaining for you." Churchill also frowned, "These are not what you should bear."

"Thank you. I'm all right." Harriet softened her tone and almost wanted to pat his head.Although this child has many shortcomings, he still has a good heart.

"..." Churchill looked a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and said with a smile, "You are so polite to me, but I don't know what to do."

"Ha, so I made you feel better?" Harriet laughed, is this guy a jerk...

"Then . . . " she assumed a venomous tone, "keep away from Miss Woodhouse!"

"Yes, ma'am." He grinned.

Because of Frank's return, the dance has begun again, and it will be held soon.

Everyone was looking forward to it--except Mr. Knightley and Mr. Woodhouse, who were not very excited about the ball.Mr. Woodhouse was concerned for the health of the people, and Mr. Knightley felt it was a waste of money.

Harriet was also looking forward to it.For, at this ball, she will dance with Mr. Knightley!

Just thinking about it makes my heart jump out of excitement!

Also, she doesn't intend to be like the original...

The dance was well set up, the food was beautiful, the staff was adequate, everything was perfect.

But it was not perfect for Emma, ​​because of the arrival of Mrs. Elton, the original plan for her and Churchill to lead the dance was shelved, and Mr. Weston and Mrs. Elton were replaced. She and Churchill could only take second place.

Harriet didn't mind, she danced very happily the first few times, and when he danced with Churchill, he whispered, "You are satisfied now, my dear lady."

She knew he was referring to the fact that he and Emma hadn't danced together, and she giggled amusedly.

At last it was her turn to dance with Mr. Elton.Of course he couldn't dance with her, and he wandered around on purpose, just not to dance with her.

This narrow-minded guy.Harriet despised him ten thousand times in her heart.

Mrs. Weston, having noticed the situation, walked towards Mr. Elton.

She looked at Mr. Knightley.

Mrs. Weston had already begun to frown upon hearing Mr. Elton's answer.

It can't be too late!

She strode decisively towards Mr. Knightley, and held out her hand to him, "May I ask you to dance?"

Mr. Knightley paused, took her hand, and said with a smile, "Of course. I am honored."

Oye!

Great success!

She was flying with joy on the dance floor.

That was her plan: she was going to nip Mr. Knightley out!

Holding hands with him, spinning... She was so happy that she forgot to be nervous, and felt inexplicably refreshing, like getting revenge for a big revenge—of course not revenge for Elton.

After the song was over, she and he greeted each other.

Looking up, she met his smiling face.His smile is so warm... so charming.

She was almost dumbfounded.

"Mr. Knightley." Emma walked over happily.Obviously she also saw what happened just now, but she couldn't get away from it during the dance.

"Dance with her!" Harriet whispered in his ear, standing on tiptoe, and walked away with great joy.

----

The next day, Miss Pickton, a classmate at the boarding school, invites Harriet to go for a walk.

This plot...Harriet has been thinking about it for a long time, and it seems that she will be attacked?Her focus is mainly on Emma, ​​and her memory of what may have happened to Harriet is not very real.

Still, be prepared, just in case.

Knives and sharp objects are not allowed to be brought, she has read the online women's self-defense before and said so.Knives and the like can easily be snatched away by the opponent and used against oneself.The stick is too big, it would be strange to take a stick for a walk.

Ah... that's right!

She went to the kitchen to find a jar of spices, and took a small bottle of something spicy like pepper powder with her.

The two girls walked a little outside of Highbury, a quiet and dense elm forest, and she broke off a branch and held it in her hand.

"It seems a little spooky, let's go back," said Miss Pickerton.

"Alright." Harriet nodded.One more thing is worse than one less thing, nothing is better.

Just as they were about to go back, there was a rustling sound, and a boy with very little clothes rushed out and stretched out his hand to beg for them.

Miss Pickton screamed with terror, leaped over the fence, and ran.

There was nothing wrong with her, but her cry drew a group of people out.

Harriet watched as a stout woman with several children approached her, swearing.

Alas, forced begging ah this is!

She also turned around and ran outside.

The group yelled and followed.

Harriet's physical strength was still inferior to this group of wanderers, and she was about to be overtaken. She ran for a while in a zigzag line, stood in the upper hand, unscrewed the bottle cap, and held it in her hand.

Seeing that they were about to catch up, she raised her hand and scattered the powder!

Yay... ouch...

A group of people sneezing and covering their eyes.

She took the opportunity to run away.

"Who?!" A man strode up and saw her stunned, "Miss Smith?"

"Why are you standing there?!" Seeing the dazed woman standing up, howling and beating around with branches, she hurriedly pushed Churchill away, but she staggered accidentally, and her foot was cut by a stone.

Although in the original book, Churchill's hero saves the beauty, Harriet saves the handsome guy, but she still has not escaped the fate of being carried back to Hatfield by Churchill.

Harriet had no choice but to briefly tell the story, and said that she was only slightly injured and did not need to ask Mr. Perry to see it.

A group of people were shocked.Emma said she would report to Mrs. Goddard and inform Mr. Knightley of what happened here.

Harriet asked Mrs. Goddard not to reproach Miss Pickerton, and Emma promised to take the message.

Harriet was lying on the bed in the Hatfield guest room. A small wound on her foot had been bandaged, and she didn't feel much pain.

Churchill sat next to her, looking at her with concern.

"Why don't you blame Miss Pickerton? She left you and ran away..." Churchill frowned, seeing Harriet staring at him, he had to touch his nose again, "Well, I won't ask."

better.She smiled at him.

He also smiled, "It really scared me at first, I was worried about what you have..."

"You are timid." She insulted him unceremoniously.

He was not angry, looked at her for a while, but smiled again.

"What are you laughing at?" She pouted.

He said softly, "I'm just curious, how can such a petite person be so fierce."

"You say I'm fierce?" She glared at him again.

"No." He quickly waved his hand, "Miss Smith is very gentle."

"Leave it to me." The glib guy.As she said this, the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.

He smiled and said nothing, and there was silence between the two of them.

After a while, he said softly, "You are so light to hold. Didn't Miss Woodhouse give you enough to eat?"

"It's not a question of whether or not I'm full." She glanced at him, "Don't worry, if I lived for ten or twenty years and had seven or eight children like Mrs. Woodhouse's cook, Mrs. would weigh as much as an elephant."

"Pfft..." Churchill laughed out loud and stared at her.

"Why?" She touched her face.

"Picture yourself as fat as an elephant."

"go away!"

While laughing, someone knocked on the door.

The door had been left open, and she saw Mr. Knightley standing there.

"Mr. Knightley." Churchill stood up.

Knightley nodded to them both, then turned to ask, "Miss Smith, you look all right."

"Yes, I'm fine, you don't have to worry," she whispered.

"The group of gypsies who attacked you has run away," he added.

"Oh, that's good." She smiled.

When a beauty is in distress, she is rescued by a gentleman... What a romantic plot!

The imaginative girl had forgotten what to do if Churchill fell in love with her, and began to surround Harriet happily and say, "Mr. Churchill, oh, he must have fallen in love with you!"

Harriet could only laugh dryly.

----

Harriet and Emma met the Bates family on their walk, and the Weston family and Mr. Knightley on their way back, so Emma invited them all to Hatfield for tea.

Harriet saw that Churchill was flattering Jane along the way, but Jane looked indifferent, and he lowered his head in frustration.The young couple had an awkward fight, she deliberately lagged behind, and walked side by side with Churchill, "It's too big, huh?"

"Miss Smith..." he scratched his head in annoyance, "what should I do?"

Take it upon yourself.Harriet shrugged.

A group of people were having tea at Hatfield, and Mr. Woodhouse suggested a game of Scrabble, which enlivened everyone.

Mr. Knightley did not participate, but stood by the window, holding a teacup, looking thoughtfully at the people sitting around.

Harriet didn't want to participate either, so she played a token game and then stood next to Knightley.

Knightley nodded to her, and looked on again.

Following his gaze, Harriet found that his gaze seemed to be on Churchill and Jane.

What did he find. ——What a sharp man.

"Mr. Knightley." She decided to divert his attention. "Don't you play games?"

"No." He smiled, "What about you?"

"You know I don't like to use my brain." She smiled.

"Oh, yes." He pursed his lips.

"..." She stopped talking.He was clearly teasing her.

When did Knightley become cold to her?

Harriet thought about it, but could not think clearly.

I feel a little panicked.

☆, the tornado of love

In mid-June they decided to go to Dunwell for a day and then go for an outing to Box Hill.

When she came to Dunwell again, Harriet couldn't help being filled with emotion.

The last time she was here was more than half a year ago. She met Knightley by chance. He invited her to dinner and took her to and from London.

Although the time is not long, she does have a feeling of vicissitudes.

In the past six months or so, many things have happened, and her fate has also changed a little.

Most obviously, she never met anyone related to Martin. According to the original book, Mr. Knightley should talk to her, and then Martin would propose again.But this time it did not, and the event that Martin should propose again will not happen.

Correspondingly, Knightley and Emma are chatting.She looked at the pair of Bi people who were talking happily from a distance.

If it was half a year ago, she must have liked this scene very much, with pink bubbles popping in her heart, wishing she could pull up a banner and shout "Together together!"

Now, as she looked at them, she felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart.

Of course she wants them to be together, happy ending.But she still felt sad.Is it because of yourself?she does not know.But she can be sure that even if she is alone, she will not marry Martin to achieve the so-called happy reunion achievement.

Harriet turned to see Mrs. Elton recommending tutoring to Jane, and talking about how wonderful the hostess was.

She murmured in her heart: Jane is going to get married soon, so she doesn't need to look for a job at all, okay?On the contrary, she has no staff, no money, no job, no spouse, why no one introduces her to work?Of course, Mrs. Elton didn't like Emma and she didn't like her, and Mr. Elton kept slandering her. Mrs. Elton would definitely not introduce her.

Alas, this sloppy world!

Whether it's the 21st century or the [-]th century, they're all so stupid!

It's so sad.

After basking in the sun for a while, my mood did not improve.

It is said that sunlight can cure depression? !

She got up instead and went back to the mansion.

Mr. Woodhouse sat in the spacious hall, studying with Mrs. Weston various collections of pictures and arms, coral and gemstones.Harriet sat down with them.

The old man's movements were slow, rigid and methodical. Harriet needed this kind of slowness and rigidity at this time to let her mind go blank, so she sat down until Churchill suddenly barged in.

He looked very restless, yelling that it was too hot, too hot.

Emma followed, and urged him to eat and drink.

He looked at Harriet, "Miss Smith can just accompany me, Miss Woodhouse, go and greet everyone."

Emma winked at Harriet.

Harriet accompanied him into another cool little drawing-room, where the servants served cold meat and wine.

He raked his always-attentive hair and held his head. "My God, Miss Smith!"

"Eat something first." Harriet stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "Relax, calm down, it will get better..."

He had a good meal and seemed to feel better.

Accompanied by Harriet, she slowly sipped a glass of wine and ate a few slices of meat.

"Can I not tell?" He put down his knife and fork.

"Of course." She glanced at him, "I didn't ask you."

"...Miss Smith." He grinned.

"what?"

"Nothing."

"Go for whatever you want." She smiled.

"Yes, ma'am."

Harriet spent the greater part of the day with Mr. Woodhouse.

Mrs. Weston said it was unnecessary, and Harriet said she would not at all, and she would gladly do so.

In fact it is.

At night, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Maybe she should find some wine to drink.

So she went out, lit a candle, and wandered around the big, silent house with the candlestick.

There was still some wine in the room where Mr. Woodhouse had been, and she poured out a glass, and sat on her knees on the window-seat, drinking it and looking out at the night.

Occasionally, insects could be heard outside the window, which she found very pleasant.

There were two big pillows on the window seat, she held one in her arms, it was so soft.She sighed comfortably.

Following the sound of footsteps, a tall and straight figure appeared at the door.

"Miss Smith?" The visitor was a little surprised when he saw her, "Why are you here?"

"Oh, Mr. Knightley." She hurried down and spread her hands, "I didn't take anything from your house."

"...that's not what I meant." Knightley came over and put the candlestick beside her. "Aren't you up so late?"

"Can't sleep, I want to find something to drink." She took another sip of wine.She remembered that Emma said it was called spruce wine?The taste is not bad.

"Oh." He nodded, "Would you like something to eat?"

"Whatever." She went to the window seat again, curled up into a ball, hugging the pillow, "I like to sit like this."

Especially when you are in a bad mood.

"Oh." He nodded.

"This pillow is so soft and fluffy, I like it so much...", she muttered, "It can be hugged, cushioned, or covered on the head..."

She covered her face with a pillow.

"What is it made of?"

"It's probably made of wool." He squeezed it, "If you like it, I'll give you one."

"Wow, really?" As expected of a local tyrant.

She touched it and asked again, "Is it wool or sheepskin... I don't want sheepskin."

"why?"

"Because the sheep will die if they are skinned."

"I think...it's probably just wool. Wool is twisted into thread and woven into cloth...I know some weaving methods that can produce such a fluffy effect." He was probably confused by her confused words.

"Oh. Thank you then." She hugged the pillow in her arms contentedly.

"You're welcome." He couldn't help laughing.

"It's funny... I said something weird, don't mind. I might be drunk." She put the pillow on her lap, resting her head on it, looking sideways at him.

"No, no." He suppressed a smile, "I'll take you back to your room."

"I don't want to sleep yet." She shook her head.

"Want to chat?" He sat down beside her.

"Okay... tell me the story of this house. It has a long history, right?" She looked around the mysterious room illuminated by the flickering lights.

"Well, it's been a long time." He nodded.

"Are there any special legends? For example, there are ghosts wandering around at night, bones are dug out of the ground, women's mournful curse... something like that? I know that old houses usually have such stories." She smiled silly.

"I don't think...probably not." He bent down and looked at her, "...you are a little drunk."

"Living alone in such a big house, would you be afraid? Lonely?" She ignored his words and said to herself.

"Strictly speaking, it's not a single person. There are many servants here, and people often come to visit."

"But you are the only one who lives here for a long time, don't you? The servants don't often chat with you, do they?"

"I will discuss the issue with the relevant people, and other matters."

"That's just business..."

"Miss Smith, you'd better go back to sleep, you'll catch a cold here." His voice became cold.

"Leave me alone, let me stay. I like this, I feel in my own world, a very safe world..." She muttered to herself, "You classy people don't understand this feeling."

The outside world is good enough for them.

"...Let me take you somewhere." He held out his hand to her.

"Where?" She helped him stand up, holding the pillow with one hand.

"my world."

He led her up the stairs to an attic.

Her legs were a little weak, and she almost couldn't climb up, so he dragged her up.

"Where is this?" She looked around curiously.It was a very small room with a round window directly opposite the door, and the ceiling was pointed and very low. She could hardly stand up and had to bend forward.He is tall, and he can only walk by crawling.

"The place where John and I used to play when we were young... Be careful not to touch your head." He took the candlestick and opened the box on the floor. "There are still our old toys here."

"Aha." She leaned over to look curiously.They are wooden and metal villains, animals and the like.

"I used to come here when I was unhappy."

Will he be unhappy too?She tilted her head to look at him, and then answered by herself: Isn't this nonsense, anyone would be unhappy.

The small space is extremely cramped.

She climbed to the window, "Ah, it's so high up here, I want to see the scenery from here."

"...It's too late. Sleep well?" He pursed his lips, "But...thank you for telling me so much. Although...uh..."

"What?" She looked at him suspiciously.

"You said before that you are afraid of men, so you can't get too close to me. But I see that you get along very well with Mr. Woodhouse, Mr. Weston, Mr. Churchill, and my brother. I also want to , do you really hate me?" He smiled wryly.

"Oh, absolutely not!" She quickly waved her hand, "How could I hate you! Maybe on the contrary, you are so kind, you are so perfect, you are awe-inspiring..."

"Of course I'm not perfect." He laughed.

"Tell me something about you? I want to know you a little bit more." It may be that he was very kind today and shared his secret space with her, so she was a little bolder.

"what's up?"

"Have you ever liked anyone? I think there must be." She asked curiously.

"I was engaged to a lady once." He said lightly.

"Wow." She opened her eyes wide and approached with interest, "What kind of person is she? Why isn't she married?"

"A very elegant and beautiful woman." He pursed his lips, "Later she died of illness."

"...I'm sorry." She felt very sorry for bringing up his sad past.If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have asked.

"It's okay, it's been a long time." He shook his head slowly and sighed softly.

silence.

"Say something about your shortcomings? This will bring us closer." She put on a cheerful tone, trying to ease the somewhat heavy atmosphere.

"I...?" He was taken aback.

"Yeah, for example, did you snore while sleeping?" She smiled maliciously.

"I don't know, I've been sleeping alone." He smiled down.

"Did you pick your nose, pick your feet, scratch your stomach...?" Oh, he seems a little shy?On the contrary, her idea of ​​doing bad things became stronger, and she tried to pull him down from the throne of male god.

"Miss Smith..." He looked embarrassed.

"Well, it's okay, I won't laugh at you." She was already giggling, and crawled over to put the pillow on his face, "If you feel ashamed, I can cover your face and say this."

He struggled.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" She covered his face hard, and almost sat on him. (Murder your own husband!)

"Miss Smith!" He suddenly tore off the pillow and threw it aside, sitting up abruptly.She was caught off guard and sat down on the ground.

It's over... the joke was overdone, he was angry...

She was too scared to move.

"If you don't plan to marry me, stop playing this game!" His chest heaved violently, and his tone was quite severe.

She looked at his face, not daring to show any emotion.She was so carried away that she didn't remember that this was the nineteenth century—even in the twenty-first century, her behavior was too frivolous.

He will think she is very rude, bad family, not ladylike?

Under the moonlight, his eyes were deep and complicated, she didn't know how to describe it, but just looking at him made her feel weak all over and almost screamed...

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry, I'm drunk." She whispered and crawled outside.

Not forgetting her pillow.

The author has something to say: Alas. . .Harry especially. . .Mr. Nai is a mature man, so he doesn't know what happens when a man and a widow are alone together. . .

According to the author's setting, Mr. Nai is not a black-bellied man, so don't worry. . .

The so-called love is destined to spark love, that is, when two people meet together, their IQs are not online [The author suddenly realized!I'm so proud that I can say such philosophical words, I'm going to write another episode! 】

☆, very tangled

Next day visit Box Hill.

Churchill couldn't cheer up.

Harriet, too, was preoccupied with his look.

The two fell behind dejectedly.

By noon, after eating something, Churchill seemed a little better.

Seeing that Harriet was sluggish, he pulled her aside behind a tree, followed her example yesterday, and patted him on the shoulder, "Relax, calm down, it will get better."

"Woo...it won't be okay..." she groaned softly, "he must hate me to death...it's so embarrassing...he will never talk to me again..."

Mr. Knightley did not look at her today.

"Who is it?" Churchill shook her.

"Wuuu... don't worry about it..." She bumped her head against the tree trunk.

She wished she could hit her head to death.

"Don't do this." Churchill quickly pulled her over, hugged her with her arms and body, and stopped her from continuing to abuse herself.

"I told you to leave it alone..." She murmured, "I'm ashamed to see him again... Woooo..."

"If you mean that gentleman..." Churchill turned his head and saw Mr. Knightley not far away.Seeing her in his arms, he immediately strode away without looking back.

"Miss Smith, you are a selfish and cruel woman."

"But what qualifications do I have to say about you?" Churchill sat down, broke a grass, played with it, and threw it away again, with a bitter smile, "I'm just like you, selfish and cruel."

"Really?" Harriet sat down beside him, feeling very sad. "But you still have a chance, and I haven't had a chance at all."

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"... I don't want to say it." She was too embarrassed to speak.

"It's fine if you don't say it!" Churchill suddenly became irritable and angry, "You can go on complaining about yourself!"

"What are you doing!" She glared at him angrily.Do you want to quarrel at this time?She is already in a bad mood!

"Do you think that you are the smartest and everyone else is a fool!" He growled at her, "You don't even need to be helped by others, do you?!"

"How can you help me! I think it's hopeless." She covered her face and moaned.

"What the hell did you do to him?" He shook her shoulder.

"...I joked too much." She was embarrassed to say the embarrassing things she had done, so she said vaguely, "Then he got angry and said that if I didn't want to marry him, I shouldn't do it."

"Then what?!" He opened his eyes wide.

"Then I apologized to him for drinking too much...but I don't think he will forgive me...uh..."

She hugged her knees with both hands, resting her forehead listlessly on her knees.

"Oh my God!" He frowned and rubbed his forehead, "I always thought you were smart, why are you so stupid?!"

"Well, I know I'm stupid...shouldn't be joking like that."

"That's not the question!... You are really stupider than I imagined!" He gritted his teeth, "Don't you understand? He is proposing to you! If you say marry him, he will kiss you immediately! "

"Is that so?" She looked up at him, then shook her head again, "How is it possible?! Impossible!"

It should be Emma that he loves.

"Under certain circumstances, it is not impossible for a man to treat his infatuation as love and impulsively propose marriage." Churchill lowered his eyes and sighed, "However, I don't think he is that kind of person. Anyway, anyway , as long as you nodded at that time, you will be the mistress of Dunwell. Even if he regrets marrying you in the future, it will be a matter of the future."

Her intestines are turning green... Harriet stared at him, "Am I such a bad person?"

"Yes!" he snorted, "it's very bad of you to go away drunk on the pretext of being drunk. You should be glad that this gentleman will not speak ill of you even if he is hurt like this. If Elton gentlemen……"

She bowed her head in silence, then raised her head, her face was full of tears, "You are right, I am a selfish, cruel, stupid, vile woman...I'm sorry..."

"Don't be like this... Harriet." He wiped her tears, "Don't cry, my dear... I still like you to be fierce... There are still men..."

"What are you talking about..." She smiled at him with tears in her eyes.

Although she doubted Churchill's words that Mr. Knightley proposed to her-how could it be!She felt that the explanation that she had offended Mr. Knightley by joking and misbehaving was more plausible, but in any case, she was really disgusted by him because she did stupid things because of her low IQ.

But she can't be too depressed.Because according to the original book Churchill is going to be stupid here, she has to watch him carefully.

They played a guessing game - and of course Churchill courted Harriet.She secretly sweated for him and gave him winks, but he was indifferent.

The Eltons left, and he said something like "It's rare for couples to get along well after a few weeks... It's impossible to get to know a woman socially for a few weeks, and most men regret it."

Jane retorted a few words, her complexion was already very ugly.

The two men exchanged insinuations, and Churchill finally couldn't help standing up, "Mr. Weston, if I want to marry a wife, I must marry Smith... Ah!"

He squatted down, frowning and rubbing his calf.He stared at Harriet who was standing aside.

It was she who poked his leg hard with a twig.

But at this time, she looked around as if nothing had happened.

Churchill sat down bitterly.

Emma soon turned the subject on to other subjects.

"I have no objection to the occasional quarrel between young couples." Harriet whispered to him, covering her mouth with a fan, "but there are things you can't say! If you want a happy marriage, you must first respect your future wife !"

Churchill said no more.

Harriet did not know whether he was listening or not.

Although there was no Frank Churchill to assist, Emma still inevitably said some mocking words to Miss Bates.

But Harriet couldn't control that much anymore, Mr. Knightley would.

She turned to him, and found that he was looking at Emma with a slight frown.

----

The next day, Harriet knew that in the original book, Emma would go to Miss Bates' house to make up for yesterday's gaffe.After returning, Mr. Knightley was so touched that he wanted to kiss her hand, and then he went to London for a few days and confessed to her after returning!

Dangdang, the climax of the book is finally here!

She was supposed to be excited to watch and witness their feelings, but now she couldn't get excited.

But Frank had sent her a letter early in the morning, wishing her to go to Randalls, saying it was urgent.

When the two met, they were both unhappy.

His eye sockets were sunken and bloodshot. It seemed that he hadn't slept well all night. "She's leaving me, what should I do?"

Who made your nonsense yesterday add fuel to the fire.Harriet sighed and looked at him, "This is your feeling, you have to make your own decision. I suggest you have a good talk. Don't quarrel."

"If you want to be separated, don't be resentful. If you want to be together, always remember how you feel at the moment... The wife you choose, whether good or bad, you have to be responsible for yourself, and you can't blame others—including herself." She tiptoed He raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Don't forget, your father has always been proud of you. You are not a child anymore, you are like a mature man