For the record, it was Emma.

There's a very particular delight that comes from sitting between two guys on the subway, planting my legs down and not giving up my space or making myself smaller and forcing them into taking up just one seat each - and then pulling out a volume of Jane Austen. Oh, they tried to get their dudespread back, but my book was out and I wasn't getting up for at least another three stops. Nothing doing, guys.