Damn it, Mr. Knightley!
Reading Emma, every scene with Mr. Knightley was wonderful. He’s steady, intelligent, unfailingly correct, much wiser than everyone else in this novel combined (his brother excepted), and unfailingly courteous to all women.
And then you get to the last few pages, where he tells Emma:
“Nature gave you understanding:—Miss Taylor gave you principles. You must have done well. My interference was quite as likely to do harm as good. It was very natural for you to say, what right has he to lecture me?—and I am afraid very natural for you to feel that it was done in a disagreeable manner. I do not believe I did you any good. The good was all to myself, by making you an object of the tenderest affection to me. I could not think about you so much without doating on you, faults and all; and by dint of fancying so many errors, have been in love with you ever since you were thirteen at least.”
Why did you have to say that!