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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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weight of their separate claims; and how to guard the comfort of both to the utmost, was the question. With respect to her father, it was a question soon answered. She hardly knew yet what Mr. Knightley would ask; but a very short parley with her own heart produced the most solemn resolution of never quitting her father.⁠—She even wept over the idea of it, as a sin of thought. While he lived, it must be only an engagement; but she flattered herself, that if divested of the danger of drawing her away, it might become an increase of comfort to him.⁠—How to do her best by Harriet, was of more difficult decision;⁠—how to spare her from any unnecessary pain; how to make her any possible atonement; how to appear least her enemy?⁠—On these subjects, her perplexity and distress were very great⁠—and her mind had to pass again and again through every bitter reproach and sorrowful regret that had ever surrounded it.⁠—She could only resolve at last, that she would still avoid a meeting with her, and communicate all that need be told by letter; that it would be inexpressibly desirable to have her removed just now for a time from Highbury, and⁠—indulging in one scheme more⁠—nearly resolve, that it might be practicable to get an invitation for her to Brunswick Square.⁠—Isabella had been pleased with Harriet; and a few weeks spent in London must give her some amusement.⁠—She did not think it in Harriet’s nature to escape being benefited by novelty and variety, by the streets, the shops, and the children.⁠—At any rate, it would be a proof of attention and kindness in herself, from whom everything was due; a separation for the present; an averting of the evil day, when they must all be together again.

She rose early, and wrote her letter to Harriet; an employment which left her so very serious, so nearly sad, that Mr. Knightley, in walking up to Hartfield to breakfast, did not arrive at all too soon; and half an hour stolen afterwards to go over the same ground again with him, literally and figuratively, was quite necessary to reinstate her in a proper share of the happiness of the evening before.

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