Jane Austen, Emma: Vol. 1, Ch. 3

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As she sat one morning, looking forward to exactly such a close of the present day, a note was brought from Mrs. Goddard, requesting, in most respectful terms, to be allowed to bring Miss Smith with her; a most welcome request: for Miss Smith was a girl of seventeen, whom Emma knew very well by sight, and had long felt an interest in, on account of her beauty. A very gracious invitation was returned, and the evening no longer dreaded by the fair mistress of the mansion.

Harriet Smith was the natural daughter of somebodyh. Somebody had placed her, several years back, at Mrs. Goddard's school, and somebody had lately raised her from the condition of scholar to that of parlour-boarderh. This was all that was generally known of her history. She had no visible friends but what had been acquired at Highbury, and was now just returned from a long visit in the country to some young ladies who had been at school there with her.

She was a very pretty girl, and her beauty happened to be of a sort which Emma particularly admired. She was short, plump, and faird, with a fine bloom, blue eyes, light hair, regular features, and a look of great sweetness, and, before the end of the evening, Emma was as much pleased with her manners as her person, and quite determined to continue the acquaintance.

She was not struck by any thing remarkably clever in Miss Smith's conversation, but she found her altogether very engaging—not inconveniently shy, not unwilling to talk—and yet so far from pushing, shewing so proper and becoming a deference,d seeming so pleasantly grateful for being admitted to Hartfield, and so artlessly impressed by the appearance of every thing in so superior a style to what she had been used to, that she must have good sense, and deserve encouragement. Encouragement should be given. Those soft blue eyes, and all those natural graces, should not be wasted on the inferior society of Highbury and its connexions. The acquaintance she had already formed were unworthy of her. The friends from whom she had just parted, though very good sort of people, must be doing her harm. They were a family of the name of Martin, whom Emma well knew by character, as renting a large farm of Mr. Knightley, and residing in the parish of Donwell—very creditably, she believed—she knew Mr. Knightley thought highly of them—but they must be coarse and unpolished, and very unfith to be the intimates of a girl who wanted only a little more knowledge and elegance to be quite perfect. She would notice her; she would improvew her; she would detach her from her bad acquaintance, and introduce her into good society; she would form her opinions and her manners. It would be an interesting, and certainly a very kind undertaking; highly becoming her own situation in life, her leisure, and powers.

She was so busy in admiring those soft blue eyes, in talking and listening, and forming all these schemes in the in-betweens, that the evening flew away at a very unusual rate; and the supper-table,h which always closed such parties, and for which she had been used to sit and watch the due time, was all set out and ready, and moved forwards to the fire, before she was aware. With an alacrity beyond the common impulse of a spirit which yet was never indifferent to the credit of doing every thing well and attentively, with the real good-will of a mind delighted with its own ideas, did she then do all the honours of the meal,d and help and recommend the minced chicken and scalloped oysters, with an urgency which she knew would be acceptable to the early hours and civil scruples of their guests.

Upon such occasions poor Mr. Woodhouses feelings were in sad warfare. He loved to have the cloth laid, because it had been the fashion of his youth, but his conviction of suppers being very unwholesome made him rather sorry to see any thing put on it; and while his hospitality would have welcomed his visitors to every thing, his care for their health made him grieve that they would eat.

Such another small basin of thin gruel as his own was all that he could, with thorough self-approbation, recommend; though he might constrain himself, while the ladies were comfortably clearing the nicer things, to say:

"Mrs. Bates, let me propose your venturing on one of these eggs. An egg boiled very soft is not unwholesome. Serle understands boiling an egg better than any body. I would not recommend an egg boiled by any body else; but you need not be afraid, they are very small, you see—one of our small eggs will not hurt you. Miss Bates, let Emma help you to a little bit of tart—a very little bit. Ours are all apple-tarts. You need not be afraid of unwholesome preserves here. I do not advise the custard. Mrs. Goddard, what say you to half a glass of wine? A small half-glass, put into a tumbler of water? I do not think it could disagree with you."

Emma allowed her father to talk—but supplied her visitors in a much more satisfactory style, and on the present evening had particular pleasure in sending them away happy. The happiness of Miss Smith was quite equal to her intentions. Miss Woodhouse was so great a personage in Highbury, that the prospect of the introduction had given as much panic as pleasure; but the humble, grateful little girl went off with highly gratified feelings, delighted with the affability with which Miss Woodhouse had treated her all the evening, and actually shaken hands with her at last!

X [h] natural daughter of somebody

"Smith" is then an assigned name equivalent to Doe. She's illegitimate, her father unknown to her and perhaps to everyone but himself, for her tuition and other financial support can be administered through an agent.

X [h] parlour-boarder


She lives now with Mrs. Goddard and in return for room and board performs some extra duties.

X [d] short, plump, and fair

Beauty, as the poet Keats will write shortly, is in the eye of the beholder. Johnson gives for "plump" "somewhat fat, not lean and sleek."

X [d] becoming a deference,

Her deference is especially appealing to Emma, for it means Harriet will be all the more easily shaped to her purposes.

X [h] unfit


Because they farm. That condemns them in Emma's eyes. Emma equates superiority of class with superiority of character, intelligence, and moral sensitivity.Austen juxtaposes this industrious hard-working yeoman family against Emma's tender approbation of Harriet, a foolish, illegitimate young woman whose background is unknown.…

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X [w] improve


An important word in Austen. Emma is here thinking of improving Harriet's taste, because taste is an expression of discernment and judgment. 

"Improve" and "improvement" appear in Austen in two forms: education, including moral, as here, and the aesthetic improvement of the architecture and landscape of a manor house, which will be alluded to later in …

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X [h] supper-table,

Daily Life

Supper, about 8-10p, depending on locale, is the last meal of the day and lighter than dinner, the largest, between 3 and 6p (people in London tended to eat on the later side), followed an hour or so later by tea. Breakfast was about 10a, followed sometimes by a meal around noon, "nuncheon," composed of a cold snack. Sandwiches came into being in the later 18th c.…

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X [d] honours of the meal,


Mr. Woodhouse is defiantly abstemious in a culture devoted to large quantities of rich foods in several courses. He dines on gruel, familiar to everyone who's read Oliver Twist, a mix of oatmeal and water, and avoids the national diet, roast beef. Mr. Woodhouse protects his life at the expense of living it.…

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