We walk toward the Martins' house in comfortable silence for a few minutes when Mr. Martin - Robert - speaks.
"Tell me, Harriet, what would your friend say if she knew of our engagement?"
"I suppose she will be unhappy that her plans have come to nothing, but you must know I do not care for her approval."
"Her plans?"
"Oh, yes. I would say Miss Woodhouse has read too many gothic novels, but I know that she reads very little."
"Does she really? That is a failing indeed. But what would lead you to this conclusion?"
"Shortly after we met, she questioned me about my parents, but I was unable to provide a satisfactory answer. I believe she imagined a fantastic tale in which they were royalty of some sort. Since then, she has been convinced that I am her equal and must therefore act the role. In her mind, Mr. Elton's attentions to her are all on my account."
"What does she think of me then?"
"I do not believe she thinks at all!"
The force of my words surprises me, but I continue.
"The more I think of it, the angrier I become. She may have deluded herself about my parentage, but she has no right to impose her fanciful ideas on me, as if I have a choice in the matter. She will not see my happiness, my good fortune, the comfort I receive from a family of my own, but will be greatly disappointed to hear of my acceptance as I no longer wish to play her game."
"And is she unaware of your feelings?"
He continues his questioning quite calmly, despite my rising ire.
"Oh, no. That, I believe, is most bothersome. She is well aware of my feelings, but discounts them completely, thinking I may be easily persuaded to love another."
"What would she do if you were to show her my letter?"
"She would not do it justice. She must recognize the good taste, but would say your sister must have helped you. She would presume I would say no, and if I showed the least bit of uncertainty, she would certainly write my refusal herself."
"Then what would you say to a private engagement?"
I look up in surprise, with questioning eyes, and see laughter in his. Even in my state of vexation with Miss Woodhouse, I cannot help noticing what a lovely shade of brown his eyes are.
"Let us not spoil Miss Woodhouse's fun just yet. Suppose we only tell my mother and sisters now, and you may tell Mrs. Goddard. Miss Woodhouse may dictate your refusal and attempt to turn your heart towards Elton, and she will feel most foolish when the truth comes out."