Everything you ever wanted to know about Mr. Knightley in Emma, written by The whole brother-sister relationship they have going dissolves somewhere. Mr. Elton's designs on Emma are similarly inappropriate because of his lower social status; his marriage to Augusta Hawkins (while obnoxious). Unlike many of Jane Austen's heroines, Emma Woodhouse has neither reason condition, her mother's early death, and the marriage of her older sister Mr. Knightley has always been anxious for how Emma will turn out.
Emma is at her worst at Box Hill; Mrs. Elton subsides into a muttering nonentity for once. As everyone prepares to leave, Mr. Of course, given Mr. She felt it at her heart. How could she have been so brutal, so cruel, to Miss Bates! And how suffer him to leave her without one word of gratitude, of concurrence, of common kindness! Cruelty to Miss Bates is dispatched in the first of the three parallel exclamations; the second and third are reserved for the breach with Mr.
Emma is so anxious to regain Mr. There is no handshake this time, and Emma is unaccountably disappointed at Mr. Knightley is truly her friend, the less conceivable it is to her that he can be her lover. Emma has believed from the start that she is an expert on matters of the heart: Knightley has not assessed Mr.
Dixon rescued Jane Fairfax Love, Emma believes, is a romantic obsession that overrides all other considerations. Once the lover is imprinted, nothing else matters to him or her: Dixon, or Jane, or probably both of them, will never be the same after that stormy day at sea; once Frank Churchill saves Harriet from the gypsies the emotions of each will naturally be fixed on the other That is why, Emma tells Harriet, her attachments will be limited to her nephews and nieces: This is why Frank Churchill quickly decides that it is safe to flirt with Emma: He is right; Emma, on her side, repeatedly thinks that she and Frank are no more than friends: After Harriet confesses her love for Mr.
Knightley and her belief that it is returned, Emma makes a whole series of realizations: All the same, she considers, she can have no hope: Harriet Smith might think herself not unworthy of being peculiarly, exclusively. She could not flatter herself with any idea of blindness in his attachment to her. She had received a very recent proof of its impartiality. How directly, how strongly, had he expressed himself on the subject!
Not too strongly for the offence — but far, far too strongly to issue from any feeling softer than upright justice and clear-sighted good will. She had no hope, nothing to deserve the name of hope, that he could have that sort of affection for herself which was now in question … She can hope, however, that Mr.
Knightley will at least not marry Harriet: The new, humble Emma, who for the first time underestimates her own claims, still assumes that friendship and love are entirely different: At this point Mr. He was wishing to confide in her — perhaps to consult her; cost her what it would, she would listen. At this point in the scene Emma takes the initiative. And just as she had invited Mr. Knightley to ask her to dance, just as she had perhaps rather offered her hand to him during their reconciliation, her initiative brings on Mr.
She suggests that they take another turn through the garden and makes a carefully worded speech to him: Knightley, and, I am afraid, gave you pain.
I will hear whatever you like. It seems that in the course of the speech Mr. Knightley realizes that in proposing marriage what he wants Emma to become is, simply, his friend — and that realization is only possible because she has, for the first time, acted as his friend. He has often been her friend; she is now his. The notion that Mr. Now it turns out that it is to Emma that he looks, and that she is as much the chooser as the chosen.
There are many more striking references to friendship in Emma. Weston but covertly about Mr. Enough has been said, however, to establish my point: Burrows, in his monograph on Emma, notes Mr.
This sentence serves to highlight all that I have been arguing: Knightley, and this is what makes the novel emotionally satisfactory. Harriet is disgraced by any comparison. How angry and how diverted he would be! Always the first person to be thought of! How I catch myself out! Frank Churchill comes as regularly into my mind! Knightley arrives - against his custom - at the Coles' in his carriage: I am quite glad to see you.
You might not have distinguished how I came by my look or manner. There is always a look of consciousness or bustle when people come in a way which they know to be beneath them.
You think you carry it off very well, I dare say; but with you it is a sort of bravado, an air of unaffected concern; I aleays observe it whenever I meet you under those circumstances.
Now you have nothing to try for.
You are not afraid of being supposed ashamed. You are not striving to look taller than anybody else. Now I shall really be happy to walk into the same room with you. Knightley's kind behavior towards Jane in response to Mrs.
Westion's suspicions of attachment: Knightley to do the sort of thing - to do any thing really good-natured, useful, considerate, or benevolent. He is not a gallant man, but he is a very humane one - and for an act of unostentatious kindness, there is nobody whom I would fix on more than on Mr. Weston, smiling, "you give him credit for more simple, disinterested benevolence than I do; for when Miss Bates was speaking, a suspicion darted into my head, and I have never been able to get it out again.
The more I think of it, the more probable it appears What do you say to it? Knightley and Jane Fairfax! Weston, how could you think of such a thing?
Knightley must not marry! I cannot at all consent to Mr. Knightley's marrying; and I am sure that it is not at all likely. I am amazed that you should think of such a thing.
I do not want the match - I do not want to injure dear little Henry - but the idea has been given me by circumstances; and if Mr. Knightley really wished to marry, you would not have him refrain on Henry's account, a boy of six years old, who knows nothing of the matter? I could not bear to have Henry supplanted. And Jane Fairfax, too, of all women! Knightley and Jane getting together: E and her caro sposa, and her resources and all her airs of pert pretention and underbred finery Knightley concerning his rumoured affection for the charming Jane Fairfax: You would not come and sit with us in this comfortable way if you were married.
Jane Fairfax is a very charming young woman-but not even Jane Fairfax is perfect. She has a fault. She has not the open temper which a man would wish for in a wife. Emma could not but rejoice that she had a fault Emma reflecting on Jane Fairfax: Since her last conversation with Mrs Weston and Mr.
Knightley, she was more conscience-stricken about Jane Fairfax than she had often been. Knightley's words dwelt with her. The Knightleys and Emma compare handwriting: Isabella and Emma, I think, do write very much alike.
I have not always known their writing apart. Yes - there is a likeness. I know what you mean - but Emma's hand is the strongest.
Frank Churchill writes one of the best gentleman's hands I ever saw. I do not admire it.
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It is too small - wants strength. It is like a woman's writing. This was not submitted to by either lady. They vindicated him against the base aspersion. Weston any letter about her to produce? I have a note of his. Do not you remember, Mrs. Weston, employing him to write for you one day? Frank Churchill," said Mr. Knightley drily, "writes to a fair lady like Miss Woodhouse, he will, of course, put forth his best. Knightley spar over who is best able to take care of the boys: And as to my dear little boys, I must say, that if Aunt Emma has not time for them, I do not think they would fare much better with Uncle Knightley, who is absent from home about five hours where she is absent one; and who, when he is at home, is either reading to himself or settling accounts.
Mr Knightley seemed to be trying not to smile; and succeeded without difficulty, upon Mrs Elton's beginning to talk to him. Emma reflects about Frank: She was soon convinced that it was not for herself she was feeling apprehensive or embarrassed-it was for him. Her own attachment had really subsided into a mere nothing-it was not worth thinking of. When it is certain that Frank will return, and the ball will be held: All was safe and prosperous; and as the removal of one solicitude generally makes way for another, Emma now being certain of her ball, began to adopt as the next vexation Mr.
Knightley's provoking indifference about it. Either becuase he did not dance himself, or because the plan had been formed without his being consulted, he seemed resolved that it should not interest him, determined against its exciting any present curiousity, or affording him any future amusement. To her voluntary communications Emma could get no more approving reply than: If the Westons think it worth while to be at all this trouble for a few hours of noisy entertainment I have nothing to say against it, but that they shall not choose pleasures for me.
I must be there; I could not refuse; and I will keep as much awake as I can; but I would rather be home, looking over William Larkins's week's account; much rather, I confess. Pleasure in seeing dancing! Not I, indeed - I never look at it - I do not know who does. Fine dancing, I believe, like virtue, must be its own reward. Those who are standing by are usually thinking of something very different.
It was not in compliment to Jane Fairfax, however, that he was so indifferent, or so indignant; he was not guided by her feelings in reprobating the ball, for she enjoyed the thought of it to an extraordinary degree. It made her animated - open-hearted It was not to oblige Jane Fairfax, therefore, that he would have preferred the society of William Larkins. Emma contemplates Mr Knightley's dashing appearance: She was more disturbed by Mr Knightley not dancing than by anything else.
There he was among the standers-by, where he ought not to be; he ought to be dancing, not classing himself with the husbands, and fathers, and whist-players, who were pretending to feel an interest in the dance till their rubbers were made-up, -so young as he looked! He could not have appeared to greater advantage perhaps anywhere, than where he had placed himself. His tall, firm, upright figure, among the bulky forms and stooping shoulders of the eldery men, was such as Emma felt must draw everybody's eyes Whenever she caught his eye, she forced him to smile; but in general he was looking grave.
She wished he could love a ballroom better, and could like Frank Churchill better. She must not flatter herself that he thought of her dancing, but if he were criticising her behaviour, she did not feel afraid. Mr Knightley leading Harriet to the set! Never had she been more surprised, seldom more delighted, than at that instant. She was all pleasure and gratitude, both for herself and Harriet, and longed to be thanking him.
She hesitated a moment, and then replied, "With you, if you will ask me. You have shown that you can dance, and you know we are not really so much brother and sister as to make it improper. This little explanation with Mr. Knightley gave Emma considerable pleasure. It was one of the agreeable recollections of the ball, which she walked about the lawn the next morning to enjoy Harriet rational, Frank Churchill not too much in love, and Mr. Knightley not wanting to quarrel with her, how very happy a summer must be before her!
Emma, in a conversation with Harriet: Mr Knightley and I both saying we liked it, and Mr Elton's seeming resolved to learn to like it too. I perfectly remember it. Stop-Mr Knightley was standing just here, was not he?
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I have an idea he was standing just here. Knightley reflects on Frank Churchill: Mr Knightley, who, for some reason best known to himself, had certainly taken an early dislike to Frank Churchill, was only growing to dislike him more.
He began to suspect him of some double-dealing in his pursuit of Emma. That Emma was his object appeared indisputable. Every thing declared it; his own attentions, his father's hints, his mother-in-law's guarded silence; it was all in unison; words, conduct, discretion, and indiscretion, told the same story.
But while so many were devoting him to Emma, and Emma herself making him over to Harriet, Mr. Knightley began to suspect him of some inclination to trifle with Jane Fairfax. He could not understand it; but there were symptoms of intelligence between them -- he thought so at least -- symptoms of admiration on his side, which, having once observed, he could not persuade himself to think entirely void of meaning, however he might wish to escape any of Emma's errors of imagination.
She was not present when the suspicion first arose. He was dining with the Randalls' family, and Jane, at the Eltons'; and he had seen a look, more than a single look, at Miss Fairfax, which, from the admirer of Miss Woodhouse, seemed somewhat out of place. When he was again in their company, he could not help remembering what he had seen; nor could he avoid observations which, unless it were like Cowper and his fire at twilight, "Myself creating what I saw," brought him yet stronger suspicion of there being a something of private liking, of private understanding even, between Frank Churchill and Jane.
After the puzzle incident: Knightley] remained at Hartfield after all the rest, his thoughts full of what he had seen; so full, that when the candles came to assist his observations, he must - yes, he certainly must, as a friend - an anxious friend - give Emma some hint, ask her some question.
He could not see her in a situation of such danger without trying to preserve her. It was his duty. I saw the word, and am curious to know how it could be so entertaining to the one, and so very distressing to the other. She could not endure to give him the true explanation; for though her suspicions were by no means removed, she was really ashamed of having ever imparted them He had hoped she would speak again, but she did not.
She would rather busy herself about anything than speak. He sat a little while in doubt. A variety of evils crossed his mind. Interference - fruitless interference. Emma's confusion, and the acknowledged intimacy, seemed to declare her affection engaged. Yet he would speak. He owed it to her to risk anything that might be involved in an unwelcome itnerference, rather than her welfare; to encounter anything, rather than remembrance of neglect in such a cause.
Frank Churchill and Miss Jane Fairfax? Why do you make a doubt of it?
She spoke with a confidence which staggered, with a satisfaction which silenced Mr Knightley. She was in gay spirits, and would have prolonged the conversation, wanting to hear the particulars of his supicions, every look described, and all the wheres and hows of a circumstance which highly entertained her; but his gaiety did not meed hers.