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A wealthy young woman decides to take on the role of patroness and matchmaker to a young protégé, with considerably less than successful results.

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negligent. Emma hoped it must rapidly work Harriet’s cure; but the sensations which could prompt such behaviour sunk them both very much.⁠—It was not to be doubted that poor Harriet’s attachment had been an offering to conjugal unreserve, and her own share in the story, under a colouring the least favourable to her and the most soothing to him, had in all likelihood been given also. She was, of course, the object of their joint dislike.⁠—When they had nothing else to say, it must be always easy to begin abusing Miss Woodhouse; and the enmity which they dared not show in open disrespect to her, found a broader vent in contemptuous treatment of Harriet.

Mrs. Elton took a great fancy to Jane Fairfax; and from the first. Not merely when a state of warfare with one young lady might be supposed to recommend the other, but from the very first; and she was not satisfied with expressing a natural and reasonable admiration⁠—but without solicitation, or plea, or privilege, she must be wanting to assist and befriend her.⁠—Before Emma had forfeited her confidence, and about the third time of their meeting, she heard all Mrs. Elton’s knight-errantry on the subject.⁠—

“Jane Fairfax is absolutely charming, Miss Woodhouse.⁠—I quite rave about Jane Fairfax.⁠—A sweet, interesting creature. So mild and ladylike⁠—and with such talents!⁠—I assure you I think she has very extraordinary talents. I do not scruple to say that she plays extremely well. I know enough of music to speak decidedly on that point. Oh! she is absolutely charming! You will laugh at my warmth⁠—but, upon my word, I talk of nothing but Jane Fairfax.⁠—And her situation is so calculated to affect one!⁠—Miss Woodhouse, we must exert ourselves and endeavour to do something for her. We must bring her forward. Such talent as hers must not be suffered to remain unknown.⁠—I dare say you have heard those charming lines of the poet,

‘Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, ‘And waste its fragrance on the desert air.’

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