I decided to write this piece as if it were to be a moment in the book instead of being a direct 1st person view of Mr. Knightly responding to the news that Harriet has fallen in love with him. Personally, I think Mr Knightly would respond pretty calmly if given this information. If you find any spelling mistakes and what not let me know in the comments and ill be sure to fix it up. Cheers.
Emma made her way to the study, the echo of her footsteps ringing throughout the empty hallway as she approached the sturdy wooden door and swung it open to find Mr. Knightly reading through an old leather bound book she had left out. Mr. Knightly glanced up from his reading with a hint of surprise on his face.
“Emma, how do you do? I was under the impression that you would be out with Mrs. Smith this afternoon.” Mr. Knightly lowered the book “Hmm, I never did have a chance to read Hamlet before but I must say it has caught my eye.”
Emma, still flustered from her meeting with Harriet walked over to Mr. Knightly and delicately took the book from his hand as to not damage it. “I’ll have you know that Hamlet is one of my most cherished pieces in this library.” Emma closed the book and gently placed it down on her father’s desk. “I was indeed with Harriet this afternoon, and I would still be with Harriet at this moment if she had not needed to head into town to pick up some more ribbon.”
“Is that so?” Mr. Weston now standing walked over to Emma, studying her face with a quizzical look in his eye.
“It is so.” Emma replied with little to no emotion in her voice.
“Then please forgive my intrusion my dear Emma but from the manner in which you entered I do believe there is more to what you are telling me.” Mr. Weston locked eyes with Emma, he knew when Emma was keeping secrets from him, he had known her since she was just a girl and had grown quite accustomed to her mannerisms over time. Emma felt Mr. Knightley’s gaze examining her. While she may be able to hide her true feelings from her father Emma thought, Mr. Knightley’s keen eye could sense when something was wrong. Emma sunk her shoulders in defeat.
“Mr. Knightly I have made a terrible mistake, I know I have been warned by not only you but my papa.” Emma slowly turned to peer out the study window, the weather had turned from a sunny afternoon to a dark cloudy scene, fitting that the weather should happen to echo the situation, Emma thought to herself as she studied the dark clouds slowly drifting by. “I believed Harriet to have been in love with Mr. Frank Churchill, I believed it to be so true as to already begin thinking it a match..”
Mr. Knightly remained silent, he could sense that Emma was yet to tell him the brunt of the blow.
Emma turned to face Mr. Knightly, frustration written across her face “But it is not Mr. Frank Churchill who her heart longs for.”
“Then who is it that heart longs for Emma?” Mr. Knightly asked calmly, although he had summarized by Emma’s presence that he himself would be the answer.
“It is you Mr. Knightly, Harriet Smith’s heart longs for you.” Emma scrunched her hand into her dress, a wave of emotion crashed over Emma, she had never felt this way. I was to never to marry Emma thought, yet if I truly believed this then why has Harriet’s revelation of wishing the marry Mr. Knightly causing so much anguish inside? Could it be that there was some validity, some form of truth to Harriet’s perceived notions of Mr. Knightley’s kindness towards her? The room remained silent for a minute as Mr. Knightly gathered the book from Mr. Woodhouses’ desk and returned to the chair in which he had been once Emma arrived.
“She Is a fine creature.” The calmness of Mr. Knightly’s voice cut through the silence. “However Mrs. Smith did not become that way of her own accord, and while it is true that I have grown more fond of her over the time she has spent with you Emma I must say it is most in due to her being such a close acquaintance to yourself.”
Emma looked up at Mr. Knightly, her fists now unclenched as she tried to flatten out the wrinkles she had so foolishly created.
“While she is a fine creature, I have no intention of making her my wife Emma. I have said it before that her equal lies within Mr. Martin.” Mr. Knightly opened the book to the page he was part way through reading. “Ah Emma, I do believe your father was calling for your whereabouts earlier, do see to him.”
Emma decided not to question Mr. Knightly, she knew that his word was his word, and with that left him to his reading and went to her father.
P.S. Why is formatting on WordPress wonky :s?