"I do remember it," cried Emma; "I perfectly remember it.—— Talking about spruce-beer.——Oh! yes——Mr. Knightley and I both saying we liked it, and Mr. Elton’s seeming resolved to learn to like it too. I perfectly remember it.——Stop; Mr. Knightley was standing just here, was not he? I have an idea he was standing just here."
"Ah! I do not know. I cannot recollect.——It is very odd, but I cannot recollect.——Mr. Elton was sitting here, I remember, much about where I am now."——
"Well, go on."
"Oh! that’s all. I have nothing more to shew you, or to say—— except that I am now going to throw them both behind the fire, and I wish you to see me do it."
"My poor dear Harriet! and have you actually found happiness in treasuring up these things?"
"Yes, simpleton as I was!——but I am quite ashamed of it now, and wish I could forget as easily as I can burn them. It was very wrong of me, you know, to keep any remembrances, after he was married. I knew it was——but had not resolution enough to part with them."