Harriet Smith

Na said.

If you contact them, you will inevitably know about Emma and the others... Although she knew that they would get married, she didn't want to confirm the news from others.

"At least I can introduce you to a better job." Frank snorted.

"You want to get married, I'm sorry to disturb you." She pursed her lips.Besides, Jane probably wouldn't want to see her.

He sighed, and waved his hand in front of her, "Haven't you found out? I'm not married, and the engagement has been cancelled."

She found out that he didn't wear any rings, and she couldn't help being a little surprised, "I'm sorry..."

"Unfortunately, she has been hard to let go of what you said." He sighed again, looking into the distance, "Even if my aunt passed away, the barrier between us would no longer exist, but it would still be difficult to love each other."

"I'm sorry..." She gave him a look, "Jane is a girl with a lot of pride. . . . You missed a good girl. What a pity."

It must be hard for her to see her fiancé flirting with other women.He is the heir to a huge fortune, and if it was another girl, he might forgive him, but Jane won't—that resolute and proud girl can't tolerate sand in her eyes.

"It's none of your business, you're just protecting your friend." He bowed his head and kicked away a small stone. "It's my fault. I've done it myself."

"Mr. Churchill..." She stopped and stared at him.I haven't seen him for a few months, but there is some melancholy in his brows, but he seems calm.

"Huh?" He looked up, smiling at her.

"Nothing." She smiled and shook her head.

"You can say whatever you want!" He was displeased, "This is what I hate most about you!"

She looked at him, remembering her sufferings in the past few months, and she couldn't help but burst into tears, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"I've told you to get married a long time ago." He hugged her, "Introduce you to a rich and unmarried man. Or... I can do it too."

"No." She looked at him, smiling through tears.

"What are you laughing at? I'm serious." He wiped the tears from her face, "Don't believe me?"

"No." She looked at him with a smile, "However, you just broke up in love, don't find someone else impulsively...don't regret it all over again in the future."

"I'm not..." He kicked the pebbles under his feet a little irritably, "Oh, forget it!"

"Are you going to never see them again?" He changed the subject.

"I don't know..." she sighed, "I know I should be happy at their happiness...but it's so hard...I'm afraid that if I see Emma and Mr. Knightley, I'll be jealous of her, so jealous Don't know what to do... I'm afraid I'll hurt them or myself. I'm not cultivated enough... I can only go away. Oh, Mr. Churchill, I don't know how to love him less... If I loved him a little less, I wouldn't be so sad, worried that if I found out that he was married, I would go crazy with jealousy. Without him, I don't know how to really live well...but is there any way? I can only Let yourself try to accept reality as much as possible, and try to live on..."

"..." He didn't speak, just looked at her for a while, and sighed deeply.Pursing her lips tightly, she looked into the distance.

"If one day, I finally become an independent and strong person, I don't need to rely on anyone, and I will have happiness by myself, and when I can face them calmly, we will see you again." She was about to cry again.

He lowered his eyes, "I'm afraid he can't wait that long."

☆, marriage proposal

"What's wrong?" She was very nervous, "What's wrong with him?"

"He . . . fell off his horse so hard that Mr. Perry couldn't do anything, and his brother brought him a doctor from London, and said he probably wouldn't live until Christmas . . . " He sighed.

"How did this happen?" Her voice trembled, "My God... when did this happen?"

"About a month ago."

Before he raised his head, Harriet had already staggered and rushed out.

She had never been so eager for trains and planes.

In the carriage, she clutched her handkerchief, anxious.

After shaking for an unknown amount of time, she finally came to the long-lost Dunwell.

The old manor is still peaceful and peaceful.

But what about its owner? !

She carried the suitcase and knocked on the door tremblingly.

"Miss Smith?" The housekeeper who opened the door still remembered her, "Please come in!"

"Where's Mr. Knightley!" Her voice didn't even sound like her own. "Where is he...?"

"This way, please." The butler politely led her into the living room.

After a while, with the sound of hurried footsteps, a familiar man walked in.

"Miss Smith!" He stepped forward in surprise, and squeezed her hand tightly. "My God! Thank God! ... I'm so afraid that I will never see you again in my life."

"..." Harriet stared at him for several minutes, tears welling up.She fell limp all of a sudden, and he quickly put his arms around her waist.

Harriet sat on a chair, drank a cup of hot milk, and took a while to recover.

He sat beside her, looking at her with a smile.

He really didn't seem to know anything... She looked at his face.

He had lost some weight, and his face was a little haggard.Still, it's nice to see he's okay.

Damn Churchill!Actually lied to her!

"I've been looking for you," he said softly. "No one in Highbury knows where you've been. I went to London to find the lady—your aunt."

"Mrs. Brolow?" She was a little surprised.Unexpectedly, he still remembered.

"Yes. She said you didn't go to her either, maybe your mother—she was in Chester. I went there again. It's a pity she didn't see you either. . . You are finally back."

"What did you want from me?" She sighed.

"What a cruel girl." He smiled wryly, "After treating me like that, you actually asked me what I wanted from you..."

Was he referring to that kiss?This man is really traditional...very innocent.

"...I'm sorry." That was all she could answer.

"You didn't drink that night." He stared at her. "And, is it true what you told Emma? . . . God, if I had known, I would never have let you go."

"I forgot." She murmured guiltily, bowing her head.

"You said, you love me." He held her hands tightly, his voice a little excited, "Is it true?"

"You still ran so far to find me just to ask if I love you?" She leaned back and leaned on the chair, "What if I say no?"

"Then... I also want to hear from you." He let go of her hand.

"My God, what does it matter to you whether I love you or not!" she almost exclaimed, "you're going to marry Emma anyway!"

"...how do you think I'm going to marry Emma?" he looked surprised. "She's a very nice girl, and I love her—as much as I love her sister Isabella. We've known each other for a very long time." . . . if we were going to get married, we would have done so long ago, as a matter of fact, we couldn't possibly get married."

"Maybe, you didn't realize your love for her before? One day you will wake up and find that she is the most suitable partner."

"No." He shook his head and looked directly at her, "I know very clearly who is my most suitable partner."

"My God..." she groaned, "So, you didn't marry her?"

"No. Absolutely true."

"Oh my God..." She covered her face again, "What should I do..."

Martin is not married, Churchill is not married, and Knightley is not married... Is it because of her appearance that the whole ending is messed up?

She has been away from Knightley and Emma, ​​but they still haven't developed a relationship between men and women? !

"Why are you so insistent that I'll marry Emma?" He frowned.

"Because you're supposed to be married!" she cried.

"Supposedly?" He frowned.

"That's what it says in the book!" Seeing his puzzled expression, she had no choice but to admit the ins and outs, "...I am not from this world. In my world, this world is a book... what is written in the book After your stories, Jane will marry Churchill and Emma will marry you."

"Book?... Is it the book of fate? Or the book of prophecy?" His brows became more and more tightly frowned.

She sighed, "Uh...so to you guys."

"...is that why you left?" He stood up angrily, "would rather believe a nonsense book than believe me?"

"I'm sorry... I don't know what to do..." she murmured, looking down, like a child doing something wrong. smashed..."

"Miss Smith, Harriet, listen, I will not let a so-called book of fate control my life and happiness." He pressed her shoulders and bent down to look at her.

"I don't know what's going to happen next..." she wailed.

"If you don't do what the book says, will you be punished by God?" He raised the corner of his mouth, "Then punish me, and I'm willing to take your share."

"Mr. Knightley..."

"Harriet, I'm sorry I'm such a timid person..." He took her hand, bowed his head and kissed it, "I'm almost 20 years older than you...I worry, hesitate...if I can be more determined and brave Some, maybe it won't make you so suspicious... I'm very sorry. Can you forgive me?"

"Mr. Knightley...whatever you do, I will forgive you." She sniffed, almost in tears, "I ask you to forgive me, too, for being so stupid and self-righteous. If I don't know, I left you, Emma, ​​and Highbury's good friends, and ran away cowardly..."

"Oh, Harriet." He knelt down on one knee and kissed her hand. "My dearest Harriet, I would be your most faithful friend and companion whenever, whenever, please do not Leave again. No matter what happens in the future, I ask you to stay by my side and face the unknown future together... is that okay?"

"Hmm..." She nodded with tears in her eyes.

He stood up, with a smile on his lips, and immediately bent down and kissed her.

Woo... I like it so much... She felt that she had been waiting for this moment for 200 years.

She kissed back passionately.

"Mr. Knightley..." she gasped.

"George." He straightened up and kissed her again.

"Oh George...I love you so much!"

"My dearest Harriet... I love you very much too, but we must wait until we are married..."

He smiled and grabbed her hand.

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☆, Married!

Before the wedding, Harriet temporarily lived in Hatfield.

News of the engagement of Mr Knightley and Miss Smith quickly made headlines in Highbury.

Old friends—the Weston couple, Bates mother and daughter, etc. all sent their sincere wishes, and Mr. Woodhouse still said, "Why did poor Knightley get married? Poor little Miss Smith..."

Emma has been with her all the time, "My dear Harriet, I will tell you, I was very sorry to hear that you loved him--my little Henry! But I missed you so much when you were away! Find another It's so hard to be friends like you! Now it's over, we can be good friends for the rest of our lives..."

When the news reached London, Emma's sister Isabella, who would also be Harriet's sister-in-law, laughed heartily, "I knew it! It was the first time I saw the two of them! I really Bright eyes!"

But her husband, John, was not so happy. He rarely said seriously to his future sister-in-law: "Don't do this kind of thing again—I really can't bear to see him in such pain again. I've never seen him in such pain. … ...Don't apologize to me, just love him."

On this day, Mr. Knightley invited her to Dunwell, saying that there was a mysterious guest.

She walked into the living room and saw a tall woman with her back turned to her, looking at the scenery outside the window.

Hearing the voice, she turned her head.

Harriet was taken aback.

This middle-aged woman really looks like me!No, she was much more beautiful and noble than Harriet.The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes add to her elegant and mature atmosphere, and her eyes are as calm as water...

Harriet's tears fell unconsciously.

"Harriet?" the beautiful lady approached her, and held her face in her hands, tearing herself.

"...mother?" Harriet threw herself into her arms with a trembling voice, "mother!"

The mother and daughter who had never met before sat down.Harriet heard a haunting and corny tale:

A noble lady falls in love with a poor young man, and their love affair is strongly opposed by the woman's parents.But no amount of opposition can break the deep love between the two young people.Later, the girl's father had no choice but to find a way to send the young man to the remote island of Samos. The poor man died of illness on the way.The young lady was in pain, but found that she was pregnant with their love crystallization.Her parents were shocked when they learned about it, and her father was very angry. Her mother and sister pleaded for her and sent her to other places. A few months later, she gave birth to a daughter.Her mother placed the newborn baby girl in the care of a loyal old servant.For the honor of the family, she was arranged by her father to quickly marry an old baron who was older than her father.After more than ten years of marriage life as gloomy and oppressive as a grave, not long ago, the old baron passed away.They had no children, and the Baron's distant nephew inherited the title.Now, she's a reclusive widow...

"My child, my poor child, when I heard that you found me, but did not come to see me for fear of affecting my reputation and my husband's reputation..." The old baroness hugged her with tears, " If I knew where you were, I would drop everything to find you! But the condition my parents gave me was that I had to forget about your existence before they could raise you... If I came to find you, they would immediately put You are thrown into an orphanage! Will you forgive me?"

"...Hmm." She nodded and sighed.

It's not easy for everyone, what's the point of worrying about those past events?At least the mother's family raised the disgraced granddaughter at the risk of losing face.She was lucky enough that they didn't throw the baby down the toilet once and for all.

"My dear child, I can't associate with you as your real mother..." The baroness thought for a while, "Maybe... godmother... can I? I can think of a way. Just say you are my late friend daughter."

"I don't care." She smiled.

After seeing off her mother, she sat on the window seat, hugged the pillow, and closed her eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, someone placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Mr. Knightley..." She sat him down and leaned into his arms, "thank you."

He didn't answer, just smiled and shook his head, hugging her quietly.

As night fell, it gradually became cold, and she shivered a few times.

"Is it cold?" He kissed her, "I have a gift for you."

He went out for a while, holding a shawl in his hand, and put it on her.

"This is..." She looked at the color of the shawl in surprise.It was a Turkish pattern she had seen in Hatfield's picture book before and said she liked it.

"I wanted to give it to you for a long time...but I was afraid...to express it too explicitly and it would annoy you." He smiled and kissed her hand, "Now I can finally give it to you."

Did he remember what she said casually?

She touched his neck, "I like it very much. But, this kind of totem... is it really good?"

"I guess, as long as you don't wear it to church, it should be fine at other times." He smiled.

"Mr. Knightley?"

"Um?"

"People like you to be explicit. When it's just the two of us, it's okay to be explicit..."

"Dear Miss Smith... come on, we're not married yet..."

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They held their wedding in the spring of the following year.

Neither like flashy, the wedding was simple, and they were happy with it.

After the wedding, he picked her up by the waist, walked out of the church, put her on the horse, got on the horse himself, took the reins with both hands, and put her in his arms.

She hugged his waist tightly.

The steed led the newlyweds to the old mansion.

Along the way, there are green grasslands, gurgling water, elm forests... What a beautiful scenery.

Her white veil fluttered in the wind.

"George—Mr. Knightley—I love you so much—" she cried, uttering her love, "love—love you so much—"

"Me too, my dearest Mrs. Harriet Knightley." He chuckled, kissed her cheek, and whispered in her ear, "I love you."

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Don't ask why this chapter is so short. . .everyone understands

☆、Ms. Knightley's Daily Life (HE)

Dunwell in the morning.

"Harriet, Harriet." Someone whispered her name in her ear.

Needless to say, it was naturally her own husband.

"Good morning, Mr. Knightley." She opened her eyes to see that he was fully dressed.He was full of energy, smiling, and looked at his wife tenderly.

"It's time to get up." He kissed her forehead.

"Don't... I'm a married woman, I want to have breakfast in bed." The British rule she supports this most.

"Okay." He looked at her with a smile and whispered, "Sorry... are you tired?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" She buried her face in the pillow.

This guy is indeed a sullen man. Before marriage, he covered his clothes and didn't want them, but after marriage, he was ashamed and wanted more.

"Here it is again..." He already knew how much his little wife likes to cover her face with a pillow, "Hey, turn your face around and let me kiss you."

She turned her head away with a silly smile, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him a lingering kiss.

Hey, I really can't kiss him enough.

"You'd better get up early. Your mother and aunt are coming to visit. And Mrs. Thornton, the teacher of etiquette." Mr. Knightley smiled like the sun.

She wailed, buried her head in the pillow and hummed again, "George, you have to save me..."

"They think it is necessary to educate you as a housewife, and I can't help it." He rubbed her hair, "Maybe...you get pregnant soon, and I can ask you to rest more as a husband."

"Don't..." she whined again.If you're pregnant, you can't roll around happily, but if you roll too much, it's easy to kill someone... It's really tangled.

After struggling for a while, she had to get up and freshen up.

While eating breakfast, she listened to the housekeeper's report on her work.In addition to her daily affairs, she also had to arrange a banquet, draw up a menu, confirm the list of invitations... and so on.

At first she was a little uneasy as the hostess, but after Emma and Mrs. Weston's guidance, she gradually became decent.

The butler politely presented the silver tray, "Sir, your letter."

"Ma'am." He handed it to Harriet again.

"Thank you, Mr. Ewell." She smiled at the butler, took the letter, and opened it to read.

"Oh, it's Mr. Churchill's letter!" she exclaimed.

Mr. Knightley frowned. "Churchill?"

"Yes." She read the letter with a smile.

Dear Harriet:

It is a pity that I was not able to attend your wedding, because I am on the ship to the Far East - I am now the ambassador's clerk.I wanted to do something instead of being a rich kid with nothing to do.

For the sake of a happy ending, I hope you will forgive my little prank.In fact, you can't blame me, because I learned this from you.

I also have a loved one in my heart. I want to pray for her every day. If I am sad, I will cheer up when I think of her, and I will feel courageous when I call her name... I hope that one day, I will be independent and strong enough to find For her own happiness, bless her frankly.

I may be away for a long time, and I would be very grateful if you could take care of my father, stepmother and little sister for me.You have to be good and have ten or eight children... Even if you are fat like an elephant, I still love you.

your most sincere

Frank Churchill

"This child..." At the end, she was moved and wanted to laugh, "I don't want to have as many as ten or eight children! But he is now the secretary of the ambassador, not bad!"

She showed the letter to Mr. Knightley, and said, "I'll take care of the Westons, without his telling me."

"It feels like he's matured a lot this year." She said with emotion, "If he pursues Emma now, I'll agree with it. But he has someone he likes... What kind of girl is it?"

Mr. Knightley glanced at the letter, then at Harriet. "If you write back, please ask him to address you as Mrs. Knightley next time."

mean.She snorted to him, "Got it."

"Emma..." Speaking of Emma, ​​she suddenly thought of something, "My godmother's late husband's nephew...what is his name? Oh, Baron Quinn, I asked, he is 25 years old, and he is still single! , I must invite him to this banquet! Maybe with Emma..."

"Ma'am," Mr. Knightley frowned, "don't fall into Emma's old habits."

"Don't worry! I won't!" She smiled. "I'm just introducing them. It's up to them. Maybe they'll call—er, I mean, spark love."

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Not long after seeing off Mr. Knightley, the three ladies arrived.She invited them to the small living room, eating snacks and chatting.

"Harriet, I said last time that you should find a personal maid, have you found it?" Old Baroness Quinn said softly.

Her temper and her sister, Mrs. Brolow, hardly seemed to have been born of the same mother.She is very gentle and soft, and I really don't see that she has ever rebelled against her parents so fiercely - but maybe it is this kind of person who is usually very gentle, and is particularly stubborn once she insists on something.

"Oh, ma'am, I don't think it's necessary." She glanced at the two lady's maids.She doesn't want someone to follow her all day.

"My dear Mrs. Knightley, it is very necessary," began Mrs. Thornton.She is a somewhat obese middle-aged woman.With her around, Harriet didn't dare to say much, because she would remind in time, "Mrs. Knightley, you can't say this word, it's too inelegant. You can change it..., Mrs. Knightley, you You open your mouth too much when you laugh..., Mrs. Knightley, your hat is too loose, you need to know what's new in London and Paris..."

"And Mr. Knightley, he is a respectable gentleman, why don't he have a valet? I

Hope you can advise him.This is a matter of identity.Oh... Last time I saw him take off his coat, you actually reached out to pick it up, and he acquiesced!How can he do this? ! "

"Oh, it's none of his business, I'm happy." She deliberately grinned at her.

Although Highbury and London were only sixteen miles apart, she felt that her brain was completely different from theirs.

I don't understand you urbanites.

Mrs. Brolow took a sip of tea silently.Her expression seemed to say: Dead wood cannot be carved.

"Oh, look, how elegant and noble Mrs. Brolow's posture is! Mrs. Knightley, you should learn..." Mrs. Thornton seized the opportunity to hug the patron's thigh.

"Oh, yes." Harriet laughed dryly.She stood up. "Why don't we go for a walk?"

She had invited Miss Bates for a walk together earlier, and now she is about to arrive—for Mrs. Thornton's nagging, Miss Bates is a good teammate. As long as she speaks, Mrs. Thornton has almost no chance to intervene , Miss Bates could talk on and on till dinner time.

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In the evening they attended a dinner at Cole's house.

It's basically the same old routine, drinking tea, chatting, playing the piano and singing.

Churchill and Jane are not here, so I feel a little lonely.

The combination of Harriet and Mr. Knightley fell through the glasses of many people.A few months after the wedding, the gossip that Miss Smith had been plotting to get Mr Knightley out of her way faded away, and with the arrival of the old baroness, she was brought into the limelight again.It is rumored that she is a noble lady, there is no doubt that Mr. Knightley will marry her with a generous dowry...

Everyone looked at her differently.

Harriet felt nothing about the envy and resentment of people who didn't want to do it, as long as she was with old friends.She is more than happy to continue to be Emma's green leaf, to see her show off and win a piece of praise.However, with the identity of Mrs. Knightley, she had to accept the attention.She kind of misses the days when she didn't have to talk.

She chatted with Mrs. Cole, the Cox sisters, and others, and Emma played a few tunes and came to join them.The old Baroness, Lady Brolow and Mrs Weston chatting - Lady Brolow had said that Mrs Weston was the only lady in Highbury who could be called a lady.

Mr. Knightley came, chatted with the ladies, and went away again.

Harriet turned her head and saw Mrs. Elton sitting on one side, her husband standing beside her, looking a little lonely.

This is the so-called cold world.

Harriet pursed her lips.When she was an orphan, many of Mrs. Elton's supporters taunted Harriet without hesitation. Now that she is Mrs. Knightley, they turn to please her.

Harriet, however, had no intention of shaking hands with Mrs. Elton.If she thinks that she doesn't care about those who despised her in the past like a chicken soup show, others will be grateful and everyone will think she is noble, she is too naive.The reality is that if someone has hurt her, if she forgives immediately, others will either think she is a muddleheaded person with no distinction between grievances and grievances, or a stupid and kind soft person who will only push her nose in the face instead of respecting her.

After she returned to Highbury, she never said a word to the Eltons except for a courtesy greeting.She doesn't hold grudges against them, and she won't do such secondary things like go back and see them make a fool of themselves, but for the sake of smooth communication in the future, she feels that it is necessary to leave them alone for a while.

Everyone knew what the Eltons had done to her, and now she was not the same as before, and the fools followed and isolated the Eltons.

Mrs. Elton would not be so alone if Jane Fairfax, the stoic and determined girl, were here.Harriet felt somewhat sympathetic to her.

Let's wait for a while, and then extend an olive branch when they can't stand it.In this way, they will be grateful to her and know that she is not easy to offend.

Mr. Knightley hadn't said much to her to-night.She smiled again and looked at her husband, who was sitting with Mr. Cole talking.Seeing her looking at him, he nodded to her.

I remember Emma said that it was impossible for Mr. Knightley to express his love openly and enthusiastically.Harriet felt the same way.

But...he's not enthusiastic, but she can.

She went to her husband, sat down beside him, and said in a voice only he could hear, "Mr. Knightley, it's so dull, I'd rather stay at home with you all night by the fire. . . . But you to-day Good evening." She straightened his collar with her hands.

"Ma'am." He looked a little embarrassed.

Hee hee... He is so innocent, it will only make her want to play him badly...

"Mrs. Knightley." A voice came from above. It was Mr. Elton.

"May I ask you to dance?" He smiled stiffly.

It seemed he couldn't hold back anymore.

At this time, she should accept it, but looking at Mr. Elton's face, she was a little disgusted... But it's hard to refuse at this time...

"Sorry, I'm a little tired." She smiled apologetically.

"It's okay, next time." Elton smiled ugly.

"Mr. Knightley, may I beg you..." She looked towards Mrs. Elton.

He understood, got up, and went to ask Mrs. Elton to dance.

On the way back, Harriet felt that he seemed unnaturally silent.

As she got out of the carriage, she asked her mother furtively, "Do you think Mr. Knightley is unhappy?"

"Is there?" The old baroness looked at his back, "I didn't feel it, but if you think it is, it should be."

"Since I made him dance with Mrs. Elton..." she wondered, "does he think I shouldn't refuse Mr. Elton?—but he should point it out. You know, he usually Teach me like a daughter...wouldn't he hate dancing with Mrs Elton?—I don't think so."

"Perhaps not for dancing with Mrs. Elton, but because you made him dance with Mrs. Elton," said her mother, laughing.

"I made him dance with Mrs. Elton...he was not happy..." Harriet tried to sort out the logical relationship between this.Suddenly she cried out softly, "Oh my god... I don't think he is so childish."

"Dear daughter, people who are immersed in love, no matter how old they are, will sometimes become immature children."

How to tell him?

He changed his clothes as usual, but she felt that the air pressure in the room was a bit low.

"Dear George... I'm sorry..." She hugged him from behind and pressed her face against his back, "I shouldn't have let you dance with Mrs. Elton... oh, I know I shouldn't." So stingy, but still can't help being jealous..."

"Harriet, what are you talking about?" He sighed, turning to hug her.

"It's not liked for you to dance with any woman... well, except Emma, ​​Isabella and Mrs. Weston. I'd be jealous if you danced with any other woman! I can't help it knowing it's a social courtesy... Oh , maybe I should dance with Mr Elton...sorry, I'm so selfish." She rubbed against his chest.

"Then I won't dance with other people—I don't like dancing anyway," he said softly, kissing her forehead. "You don't have to push yourself. Even if you don't tell me, I'm going to go and dance with Al." Mrs. Ton chatting."

"Oh, I'm sorry, George!" She tiptoed to kiss him back. "I love you, I love you so much! Although I always do stupid things..."

"I love you too, Harriet." He kissed her back passionately.

This should be fine, right?She was in his arms, listening to his even breathing.

Mr. Knightley had a quarrel now and then... and she thought he was cute like that.

"My dear Mr. George?" she said softly.

"Huh?" He smoothed her sweat-drenched hair.

"I want you to be the happiest man. What should I do...?"

"My dearest Miss Harriet . . . stay with me and love me."

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☆, Fanwai gave birth to a child

one year later.

Harriet was lounging in the sun in the garden, her mother sitting beside her.

Her maid was behind them.She finally agreed to find a maid, or secretary, to help her with her affairs.Because she was pregnant—of course, Mr. Knightley had been "working hard."

"Is it almost time to give birth?" Her mother smiled softly.Looking at her protruding abdomen, he hesitated to speak.

"Yeah." She nodded, feeling conflicted, expecting and fearing at the same time.Looking forward to the birth of their first child, looking forward to continuing to roll happily with dear Mr. Knightley after unloading, but I am so scared. There is no painless childbirth in this era. I am so afraid of pain and worried about the child Is it healthy...

I don't know if it's a boy or a girl?If it had been a boy, Emma would have lamented again for her little Henry.

Emma walked not far away with the young Baron.

"It seems to be developing well." She squinted and smiled.Lord Quinn is a fine lad,