The alfresco strawberry picking party at Donwell Abbey. It radiates heart-warmth. Mr Knightley's estate is a paradise in England. The abundance of strawberries and orchard trees in bloom — oddly unseasonal for June — but it fits to the idea of pastoral countryside.
This mental rant of Emma's:
Emma: There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart. There is nothing to be compared to it. Warmth and tenderness of heart, with an affectionate, open manner, will beat all the clearness of head in the world, for attraction, I am sure it will. It is tenderness of heart which makes my dear father so generally beloved — which gives Isabella all her popularity. — I have it not —but I know how to prize and respect it. Harriet is my superior in all the charm and all the felicity it gives. Dear Harriet! I would not change you for the clearest-headed, longest-sighted, best-judging female breathing. Oh! the coldness of a Jane Fairfax! Harriet is worth a hundred such — And for a wife — a sensible man's wife — it is invaluable. I mention no names; but happy the man who changes Emma for Harriet!
