he morrow brought a very sober-looking morning, the sun making only a few efforts to appear, and Catherine augured from it everything most favourable to her wishes. A bright morning so early in the year, she allowed, would generally turn to rain, but a cloudy one foretold improvement as the day advanced. She applied to Mr. Allen for confirmation of her hopes, but Mr. Allen, not having his own skies and barometer about him, declined
giving any absolute promise of sunshine. She applied to Mrs. Allen, and Mrs. AllenТs opinion was more positive. УShe had no doubt in the world of its being a very fine day, if the clouds would only go off, and the sun keep out.Ф
At about eleven oТclock, however, a few specks of small rain upon the windows caught CatherineТs watchful eye, and УOh! dear, I do believe it will be wet,Ф broke from her
in a most desponding tone.
УI thought how it would be,Ф said Mrs. Allen.
УNo walk for me today,Ф sighed Catherine; Уbut perhaps it may come to nothing, or it may hold up before twelve.Ф
УPerhaps it may, but then, my dear, it will be so dirty.Ф
УOh! That will not signify; I never mind dirt.Ф
УNo,Ф replied her friend very placidly, УI know you never mind dirt.Ф
After a short pause, УIt comes on faster and faster!Ф said Catherine, as she stood watching at a window.
УSo it does indeed. If it keeps raining, the streets will be very wet.Ф
УThere are four umbrellas up already. How I hate the sight of an umbrella!Ф
УThey are disagreeable things to carry. I would much rather take a chair at any time.Ф
УIt was such a nice-looking morning! I felt so convinced it would be dry!Ф
УAnybody would have thought so indeed. There will be very few people in the pump-room, if it rains all the morning. I hope Mr. Allen will put on his greatcoat when he goes, but I dare say he will not, for he had rather do anything in
the world than walk out in a greatcoat; I wonder he should dislike it, it must be so comfortable.Ф
The rain continued Ч fast, though not heavy. Catherine went every five minutes to the clock, threatening on each return that, if it still kept on raining another five minutes, she would give up the matter as hopeless. The clock struck twelve, and it still rained. УYou will not be able to go, my dear.Ф
УI do not quite despair yet. I shall not give it up till a quarter after twelve. This is just the time of day for it to clear up, and I do think it looks a little lighter. There, it is twenty minutes after twelve, and now I shall give it up entirely. Oh! That we had such weather here as they had at Udolpho, or at least in Tuscany and the south of France! Ч the night that poor St. Aubin died! Ч such beautiful weather!Ф
At half past twelve, when CatherineТs anxious attention to the weather was over and she could no longer claim any
merit from its amendment, the sky began voluntarily to clear. A gleam of sunshine took her quite by surprise; she looked round; the clouds were parting, and she instantly returned to the window to watch over and encourage the happy appearance. Ten minutes more made it certain that a bright afternoon would succeed, and justified the opinion of Mrs. Allen, who had Уalways thought it would clear up.Ф But whether Catherine might still expect her friends, whether there had not been too much rain for Miss Tilney to venture, must yet be a question.
It was too dirty for Mrs. Allen to accompany her husband to the pump-room; he accordingly set off by himself, and Catherine had barely watched him down the street
when her notice was claimed by the approach of the same two open carriages, containing the same three people that had surprised her so much a few mornings back.
УIsabella, my brother, and Mr. Thorpe, I declare! They are coming for me perhaps Ч but I shall not go Ч I cannot go indeed, for you know Miss Tilney may still call.Ф Mrs. Allen agreed to it. John Thorpe was soon with them, and
his voice was with them yet sooner, for on the stairs he was calling out to Miss Morland to be quick. УMake haste! Make haste!Ф as he threw open the door. УPut on your hat this moment Ч there is no time to be lost Ч we are going to Bristol. How dТye do, Mrs. Allen?Ф
УTo Bristol! Is not that a great way off? But, however, I cannot go with you today, because I am engaged; I expect some friends every moment.Ф This was of course vehemently talked down as no reason at all; Mrs. Allen was called on to second him, and the two others walked in, to give their assistance. УMy sweetest Catherine, is not this delightful? We shall have a most heavenly drive. You are to thank your brother and me for the scheme; it darted into our heads at breakfast-time, I verily believe at the same instant; and we should have been off two hours ago if it had not been for this detestable rain. But it does not signify, the nights are moonlight, and we shall do delightfully. Oh! I am in such ecstasies at the thoughts of a little country air and quiet!
So much better than going to the Lower Rooms. We shall drive directly to Clifton and dine there; and, as soon as dinner is over, if there is time for it, go on to Kingsweston.Ф
УI doubt our being able to do so much,Ф said Morland.
УYou croaking fellow!Ф cried Thorpe. УWe shall be able to do ten times more. Kingsweston! Aye, and Blaize Castle too, and anything else we can hear of; but here is your sister says she will not go.Ф
УBlaize Castle!Ф cried Catherine. УWhat is thatТ?Ф
УThe finest place in England Ч worth going fifty miles at any time to see.Ф
УWhat, is it really a castle, an old castle?Ф
УThe oldest in the kingdom.Ф
УBut is it like what one reads of?Ф
УExactly Ч the very same.Ф
УBut now really Ч are there towers and long galleries?Ф
УThen I should like to see it; but I cannot Ч I cannot go.
УNot go! My beloved creature, what do you meanТ?Ф
УI cannot go, becauseФЧ looking down as she spoke, fearful of IsabellaТs smile ЧУI expect Miss Tilney and her brother to call on me to take a country walk. They promised
to come at twelve, only it rained; but now, as it is so fine, I dare say they will be here soon.Ф
УNot they indeed,Ф cried Thorpe; Уfor, as we turned into Broad Street, I saw them Ч does he not drive a phaeton with bright chestnuts?Ф
УI do not know indeed.Ф
УYes, I know he does; I saw him. You are talking of the
man you danced with last night, are not you?Ф
УWell, I saw him at that moment turn up the Lansdown Road, driving a smart-looking girl.Ф
УDid you indeed?Ф
УDid upon my soul; knew him again directly, and he seemed to have got some very pretty cattle too.Ф
УIt is very odd! But I suppose they thought it would be too dirty for a walk.Ф
УAnd well they might, for I never saw so much dirt in
my life. Walk! You could no more walk than you could fly! It has not been so dirty the whole winter; it is ankle-deep everywhere.Ф
Isabella corroborated it: УMy dearest Catherine, you cannot form an idea of the dirt; come, you must go; you cannot refuse going now.Ф
УI should like to see the castle; but may we go all over it? May we go up every staircase, and into every suite of rooms?Ф
УYes, yes, every hole and corner.Ф
УBut then, if they should only be gone out for an hour till it is dryer, and call by and by?Ф
УMake yourself easy, there is no danger of that, for I
heard Tilney hallooing to a man who was just passing by on horseback, that they were going as far as Wick Rocks.Ф
УThen I will. Shall I go, Mrs. Allen?Ф
УJust as you please, my dear.Ф
УMrs. Allen, you must persuade her to go,Ф was the general cry. Mrs. Allen was not inattentive to it: УWell, my
dear,Ф said she, Уsuppose you go.Ф And in two minutes they were off.
CatherineТs feelings, as she got into the carriage, were in a very unsettled state; divided between regret for the loss of one great pleasure, and the hope of soon enjoying another, almost its equal in degree, however unlike in kind. She could not think the Tilneys had acted quite well by her, in so readily giving up their engagement, without sending
her any message of excuse. It was now but an hour later than the time fixed on for the beginning of their walk; and, in spite of what she had heard of the prodigious accumulation of dirt in the course of that hour, she could not from her own observation help thinking that they might have
gone with very little inconvenience. To feel herself slighted by them was very painful. On the other hand, the delight of exploring an edifice like Udolpho, as her fancy represented Blaize Castle to be, was such a counterpoise of good as might console her for almost anything.
They passed briskly down Pulteney Street, and through Laura Place, without the exchange of many words. Thorpe
talked to his horse, and she meditated, by turns, on broken promises and broken arches, phaetons and false hangings, Tilneys and trap-doors. As they entered Argyle Buildings, however, she was roused by this address from her companion, УWho is that girl who looked at you so hard as she
УOn the right-hand pavement Ч she must be almost out of sight now.Ф Catherine looked round and saw Miss Tilney leaning on her brotherТs arm, walking slowly down the street. She saw them both looking back at her. УStop, stop, Mr. Thorpe,Ф she impatiently cried; Уit is Miss Tilney; it is indeed. How could you tell me they were gone? Stop, stop,
I will get out this moment and go to them.Ф But to what
purpose did she speak? Thorpe only lashed his horse into a brisker trot; the Tilneys, who had soon ceased to look after her, were in a moment out of sight round the corner of Laura Place, and in another moment she was herself whisked into the marketplace. Still, however, and during the length of
another street, she entreated him to stop. УPray, pray stop, Mr. Thorpe. I cannot go on. I will not go on. I must go back to Miss Tilney.Ф But Mr. Thorpe only laughed, smacked his whip, encouraged his horse, made odd noises, and drove on; and Catherine, angry and vexed as she was, having no
power of getting away, was obliged to give up the point and submit. Her reproaches, however, were not spared. УHow could you deceive me so, Mr. Thorpe? How could you say that you saw them driving up the Lansdown Road? I would not have had it happen so for the world. They must think it
so strange, so rude of me! To go by them, too, without saying a word! You do not know how vexed I am; I shall have no pleasure at Clifton, nor in anything else. I had rather, ten thousand times rather, get out now, and walk back to them. How could you say you saw them driving out in a phaeton?Ф Thorpe defended himself very stoutly, declared he had never seen two men so much alike in his life, and would hardly give up the point of its having been Tilney himself.
Their drive, even when this subject was over, was not likely to be very agreeable. CatherineТs complaisance was
no longer what it had been in their former airing. She listened reluctantly, and her replies were short. Blaize Castle remained her only comfort; towards that, she still looked at intervals with pleasure; though rather than be disappointed of the promised walk, and especially rather than be thought
ill of by the Tilneys, she would willingly have given up all the happiness which its walls could supply Ч the happiness of a progress through a long suite of lofty rooms, exhibiting the remains of magnificent furniture, though now for many years deserted Ч the happiness of being stopped in
their way along narrow, winding vaults, by a low, grated door; or even of having their lamp, their only lamp, extinguished by a sudden gust of wind, and of being left in total darkness. In the meanwhile, they proceeded on their journey without any mischance, and were within view of the
town of Keynsham, when a halloo from Morland, who was behind them, made his friend pull up, to know what was the matter. The others then came close enough for conversation, and Morland said, УWe had better go back, Thorpe; it is too late to go on today; your sister thinks so as well as I. We have been exactly an hour coming from Pulteney Street, very little more than seven miles; and, I suppose, we have at least eight more to go. It will never do. We set out a great deal too late. We had much better put it off till another day, and turn round.Ф
УIt is all one to me,Ф replied Thorpe rather angrily; and instantly turning his horse, they were on their way back to Bath.
УIf your brother had not got such a dЧbeast to drive,Ф said he soon afterwards, Уwe might have done it very well. My horse would have trotted to Clifton within the hour, if
left to himself, and I have almost broke my arm with pulling him in to that cursed broken-winded jadeТs pace. Morland is a fool for not keeping a horse and gig of his own.Ф
УNo, he is not,Ф said Catherine warmly, Уfor I am sure he could not afford it.Ф
УAnd why cannot he afford it?Ф
УBecause he has not money enough.Ф
УAnd whose fault is that?Ф
УNobodyТs, that I know of.Ф Thorpe then said something
in the loud, incoherent way to which he had often recourse, about its being a d Ч thing to be miserly; and that if people who rolled in money could not afford things, he did not know who could, which Catherine did not even endeavour to understand. Disappointed of what was to have been the consolation for her first disappointment, she was less and less disposed either to be agreeable herself or to find her companion so; and they returned to Pulteney Street without
her speaking twenty words.
As she entered the house, the footman told her that a gentleman and lady had called and inquired for her a few minutes after her setting off; that, when he told them she was gone out with Mr. Thorpe, the lady had asked whether
any message had been left for her; and on his saying no, had felt for a card, but said she had none about her, and went away. Pondering over these heart-rending tidings, Catherine walked slowly upstairs. At the head of them she was met by Mr. Allen, who, on hearing the reason of their speedy return,
said, УI am glad your brother had so much sense; I am glad you are come back. It was a strange, wild scheme.Ф
They all spent the evening together at ThorpeТs. Catherine was disturbed and out of spirits; but Isabella seemed to find a pool of commerce, in the fate of which she
shared, by private partnership with Morland, a very good equivalent for the quiet and country air of an inn at Clifton. Her satisfaction, too, in not being at the Lower Rooms was spoken more than once. УHow I pity the poor creatures that are going there! How glad I am that I am not amongst
them! I wonder whether it will be a full ball or not! They have not begun dancing yet. I would not be there for all the world. It is so delightful to have an evening now and then to oneself. I dare say it will not be a very good ball. I know the Mitchells will not be there. I am sure I pity everybody that is. But I dare say, Mr. Morland, you long to be at it, do not you? I am sure you do. Well, pray do not let anybody here be a restraint on you. I dare say we could do very well without you; but you men think yourselves of such consequence.Ф
Catherine could almost have accused Isabella of being wanting in tenderness towards herself and her sorrows, so very little did they appear to dwell on her mind, and so very inadequate was the comfort she offered. УDo not be so dull, my dearest creature,Ф she whispered. УYou will quite break my heart. It was amazingly shocking, to be sure; but the
Tilneys were entirely to blame. Why were not they more punctual? It was dirty, indeed, but what did that signify? I am sure John and I should not have minded it. I never mind going through anything, where a friend is concerned; that is my disposition, and John is just the same; he has
amazing strong feelings. Good heavens! What a delightful hand you have got! Kings, I vow! I never was so happy in my life! I would fifty times rather you should have them than myself.Ф
And now I may dismiss my heroine to the sleepless
couch, which is the true heroineТs portion; to a pillow strewed with thorns and wet with tears. And lucky may she think herself, if she get another good nightТs rest in the course of the next three months.
rs. Allen,Ф said Catherine the next morning, Уwill there be any harm in my calling on Miss Tilney today?
I shall not be easy till I have explained everything.Ф
УGo, by all means, my dear; only put on a white gown;
Miss Tilney always wears white.Ф
Catherine cheerfully complied, and being properly equipped, was more impatient than ever to be at the pumproom, that she might inform herself of General Tilneys lodgings, for though she believed they were in Milsom Street, she was not certain of the house, and Mrs. AllenТs wavering convictions only made it more doubtful. To Milsom Street she was directed, and having made herself perfect in the
number, hastened away with eager steps and a beating heart to pay her visit, explain her conduct, and be forgiven; tripping lightly through the church-yard, and resolutely turning away her eyes, that she might not be obliged to see her beloved Isabella and her dear family, who, she had reason to believe, were in a shop hard by. She reached the house without any impediment, looked at the number, knocked at the door, and inquired for Miss Tilney. The man believed Miss Tilney to be at home, but was not quite certain. Would she be pleased to send up her name? She gave her card. In a few minutes the servant returned, and with a look which did not quite confirm his words, said he had been mistaken, for that Miss Tilney was walked out. Catherine, with a blush of mortification, left the house. She felt almost persuaded that Miss Tilney was at home, and too much offended to admit her; and as she retired down the street, could not
withhold one glance at the drawing-room windows, in expectation of seeing her there, but no one appeared at them. At the bottom of the street, however, she looked back again, and then, not at a window, but issuing from the door, she saw Miss Tilney herself. She was followed by a gentleman, whom Catherine believed to be her father, and they turned up towards EdgarТs Buildings. Catherine, in deep mortification, proceeded on her way. She could almost be angry herself at such angry incivility; but she checked the resentful sensation; she remembered her own ignorance. She knew not how such an offence as hers might be classed by the laws of worldly politeness, to what a degree of unforgivingness it might with propriety lead, nor to what rigours of rudeness
in return it might justly make her amenable.
Dejected and humbled, she had even some thoughts of not going with the others to the theatre that night; but it must be confessed that they were not of long continuance, for she soon recollected, in the first place, that she
was without any excuse for staying at home; and, in the second, that it was a play she wanted very much to see. To the theatre accordingly they all went; no Tilneys appeared to plague or please her; she feared that, amongst the many perfections of the family, a fondness for plays was not to be
ranked; but perhaps it was because they were habituated to the finer performances of the London stage, which she knew, on IsabellaТs authority, rendered everything else of the kind Уquite horrid.Ф She was not deceived in her own expectation of pleasure; the comedy so well suspended her
care that no one, observing her during the first four acts, would have supposed she had any wretchedness about her. On the beginning of the fifth, however, the sudden view of Mr. Henry Tilney and his father, joining a party in the opposite box, recalled her to anxiety and distress. The stage
could no longer excite genuine merriment Ч no longer keep her whole attention. Every other look upon an average was directed towards the opposite box; and, for the space of two entire scenes, did she thus watch Henry Tilney, without being once able to catch his eye. No longer could he be suspected
of indifference for a play; his notice was never withdrawn from the stage during two whole scenes. At length, however, he did look towards her, and he bowed Ч but such a bow! No smile, no continued observance attended it; his eyes were immediately returned to their former direction. Catherine was restlessly miserable; she could almost have run round to the box in which he sat and forced him to hear her explanation. Feelings rather natural than heroic possessed
her; instead of considering her own dignity injured by this ready condemnation Ч instead of proudly resolving, in conscious innocence, to show her resentment towards him who could harbour a doubt of it, to leave to him all the trouble of seeking an explanation, and to enlighten him on the past only by avoiding his sight, or flirting with somebody else Ч she took to herself all the shame of misconduct, or at least of its appearance, and was only eager for an opportunity of explaining its cause.
The play concluded Ч the curtain fell Ч Henry Tilney was no longer to be seen where he had hitherto sat, but his father remained, and perhaps he might be now coming
round to their box. She was right; in a few minutes he appeared, and, making his way through the then thinning rows, spoke with like calm politeness to Mrs. Allen and her friend. Not with such calmness was he answered by the latter: УOh! Mr. Tilney, I have been quite wild to speak to you, and make my apologies. You must have thought me so rude; but indeed it was not my own fault, was it, Mrs. Allen? Did not they tell me that Mr. Tilney and his sister were gone out in a phaeton together? And then what could I do? But I had ten thousand times rather have been with you; now had not I, Mrs. Allen?Ф
УMy dear, you tumble my gown,Ф was Mrs. AllenТs reply.
Her assurance, however, standing sole as it did, was not thrown away; it brought a more cordial, more natural smile into his countenance, and he replied in a tone which retained only a little affected reserve: УWe were much obliged to you at any rate for wishing us a pleasant walk after our passing you in Argyle Street: you were so kind as to look back on purpose.Ф
УBut indeed I did not wish you a pleasant walk; I never thought of such a thing; but I begged Mr. Thorpe so earnestly to stop; I called out to him as soon as ever I saw you; now, Mrs. Allen, did not Ч Oh! You were not there; but indeed I did; and, if Mr. Thorpe would only have stopped, I would have jumped out and run after you.Ф
Is there a Henry in the world who could be insensible to such a declaration? Henry Tilney at least was not. With a yet sweeter smile, he said everything that need be said of his sisterТs concern, regret, and dependence on CatherineТs honour. УOh! Do not say Miss Tilney was not angry,Ф cried Catherine, Уbecause I know she was; for she would not see me this morning when I called; I saw her walk out of the house the next minute after my leaving it; I was hurt, but I was not affronted. Perhaps you did not know I had been there.Ф
УI was not within at the time; but I heard of it from Eleanor, and she has been wishing ever since to see you, to explain the reason of such incivility; but perhaps I can do
it as well. It was nothing more than that my father Ч they were just preparing to walk out, and he being hurried for time, and not caring to have it put off Ч made a point of her being denied. That was all, I do assure you. She was very much vexed, and meant to make her apology as soon as possible.Ф
CatherineТs mind was greatly eased by this information, yet a something of solicitude remained, from which sprang
the following question, thoroughly artless in itself, though rather distressing to the gentleman: УBut, Mr. Tilney, why were you less generous than your sister? If she felt such confidence in my good intentions, and could suppose it to be only a mistake, why should you be so ready to take offence?Ф
УMe! I take offence!Ф
УNay, I am sure by your look, when you came into the
box, you were angry.Ф
УI angry! I could have no right.Ф
УWell, nobody would have thought you had no right who saw your face.Ф He replied by asking her to make room for him, and talking of the play.
He remained with them some time, and was only too agreeable for Catherine to be contented when he went away. Before they parted, however, it was agreed that the projected walk should be taken as soon as possible; and, setting aside the misery of his quitting their box, she was, upon the
whole, left one of the happiest creatures in the world.
While talking to each other, she had observed with some surprise that John Thorpe, who was never in the same part of the house for ten minutes together, was engaged in conversation with General Tilney; and she felt something more than surprise when she thought she could perceive herself the object of their attention and discourse. What could they have to say of her? She feared General Tilney did not like her appearance: she found it was implied in his preventing her admittance to his daughter, rather than
postpone his own walk a few minutes. УHow came Mr. Thorpe to know your father?Ф was her anxious inquiry, as she pointed them out to her companion. He knew nothing about it; but his father, like every military man, had a very large acquaintance.
When the entertainment was over, Thorpe came to assist them in getting out. Catherine was the immediate object of his gallantry; and, while they waited in the lobby for a chair, he prevented the inquiry which had travelled from her heart almost to the tip of her tongue, by asking, in a consequential manner, whether she had seen him talking with General Tilney: УHe is a fine old fellow, upon my soul! Stout, active Ч looks as young as his son. I have a great regard for him, I assure you: a gentleman-like, good sort of fellow as ever lived.Ф
УBut how came you to know him?Ф
УKnow him! There are few people much about town that I do not know. I have met him forever at the Bedford; and I
knew his face again today the moment he came into the billiard-room. One of the best players we have, by the by; and we had a little touch together, though I was almost afraid of him at first: the odds were five to four against me; and, if I had not made one of the cleanest strokes that perhaps ever was made in this world Ч I took his ball exactly Ч but I could not make you understand it without a table; however, I did beat him. A very fine fellow; as rich as a Jew. I should like to dine with him; I dare say he gives famous dinners. But what do you think we have been talking of? You. Yes, by heavens! And the general thinks you the finest girl in Bath.Ф
УOh! Nonsense! How can you say so?Ф
УAnd what do you think I said?ФЧ lowering his voice Ч Уwell done, general, said I; I am quite of your mind.Ф Here Catherine, who was much less gratified by his admiration than by General TilneyТs, was not sorry to be called away by Mr. Allen. Thorpe, however, would see her to her chair, and, till she entered it, continued the same
kind of delicate flattery, in spite of her entreating him to have done.
That General Tilney, instead of disliking, should admire her, was very delightful; and she joyfully thought that there was not one of the family whom she need now fear to meet. The evening had done more, much more, for her than could have been expected.
onday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday have now passed in review before the reader; the events of each day,
its hopes and fears, mortifications and pleasures, have been separately stated, and the pangs of Sunday only now remain to be described, and close the week. The Clifton scheme had been deferred, not relinquished, and on the afternoonТs crescent of this day, it was brought forward again. In a private
consultation between Isabella and James, the former of whom had particularly set her heart upon going, and the latter no less anxiously placed his upon pleasing her, it was agreed that, provided the weather were fair, the party should take place on the following morning; and they were to set off very early, in order to be at home in good time. The affair thus determined, and ThorpeТs approbation secured, Catherine only remained to be apprised of it. She had left
them for a few minutes to speak to Miss Tilney. In that interval the plan was completed, and as soon as she came again, her agreement was demanded; but instead of the gay acquiescence expected by Isabella, Catherine looked grave, was very sorry, but could not go. The engagement which ought to have kept her from joining in the former attempt would make it impossible for her to accompany them now. She had that moment settled with Miss Tilney to take their
proposed walk tomorrow; it was quite determined, and she would not, upon any account, retract. But that she must and should retract was instantly the eager cry of both the Thorpes; they must go to Clifton tomorrow, they would not go without her, it would be nothing to put off a mere walk for one day longer, and they would not hear of a refusal. Catherine was distressed, but not subdued. УDo not urge me, Isabella. I am engaged to Miss Tilney. I cannot
go.Ф This availed nothing. The same arguments assailed her again; she must go, she should go, and they would not hear of a refusal. УIt would be so easy to tell Miss Tilney that you had just been reminded of a prior engagement, and must only beg to put off the walk till Tuesday.Ф
УNo, it would not be easy. I could not do it. There has been no prior engagement.Ф But Isabella became only more
and more urgent, calling on her in the most affectionate manner, addressing her by the most endearing names. She was sure her dearest, sweetest Catherine would not seriously refuse such a trifling request to a friend who loved her so dearly. She knew her beloved Catherine to have so feeling a
heart, so sweet a temper, to be so easily persuaded by those she loved. But all in vain; Catherine felt herself to be in the right, and though pained by such tender, such flattering supplication, could not allow it to influence her. Isabella then tried another method. She reproached her with having
more affection for Miss Tilney, though she had known her so little a while, than for her best and oldest friends, with being grown cold and indifferent, in short, towards herself. УI cannot help being jealous, Catherine, when I see myself slighted for strangers, I, who love you so excessively! When
once my affections are placed, it is not in the power of anything to change them. But I believe my feelings are stronger than anybodyТs; I am sure they are too strong for my own peace; and to see myself supplanted in your friendship by strangers does cut me to the quick, I own. These Tilneys seem to swallow up everything else.Ф
Catherine thought this reproach equally strange and unkind. Was it the part of a friend thus to expose her feelings to the notice of others? Isabella appeared to her ungenerous and selfish, regardless of everything but her own gratification. These painful ideas crossed her mind, though she said nothing. Isabella, in the meanwhile, had applied her handkerchief to her eyes; and Morland, miserable at such a
sight, could not help saying, УNay, Catherine. I think you cannot stand out any longer now. The sacrifice is not much; and to oblige such a friend Ч I shall think you quite unkind, if you still refuse.Ф
This was the first time of her brotherТs openly siding against her, and anxious to avoid his displeasure, she proposed a compromise. If they would only put off their scheme till Tuesday, which they might easily do, as it depended
only on themselves, she could go with them, and everybody might then be satisfied. But УNo, no, no!Ф was the immediate answer; Уthat could not be, for Thorpe did not know that he might not go to town on Tuesday.Ф Catherine was sorry, but could do no more; and a short silence ensued,
which was broken by Isabella, who in a voice of cold resentment said, УVery well, then there is an end of the party. If Catherine does not go, I cannot. I cannot be the only woman. I would not, upon any account in the world, do so improper a thing.Ф
УCatherine, you must go,Ф said James.
УBut why cannot Mr. Thorpe drive one of his other sisters? I dare say either of them would like to go.Ф
УThank ye,Ф cried Thorpe, Уbut I did not come to Bath to drive my sisters about, and look like a fool. No, if you do not go, dЧme if I do. I only go for the sake of driving you.Ф
УThat is a compliment which gives me no pleasure.Ф But her words were lost on Thorpe, who had turned abruptly away.
The three others still continued together, walking in a most uncomfortable manner to poor Catherine; sometimes not a word was said, sometimes she was again attacked with supplications or reproaches, and her arm was still linked within IsabellaТs, though their hearts were at war. At one moment she was softened, at another irritated; always distressed,
but always steady.
УI did not think you had been so obstinate, Catherine,Ф said James; Уyou were not used to be so hard to persuade; you once were the kindest, best-tempered of my sisters.Ф
УI hope I am not less so now,Ф she replied, very feelingly; Уbut indeed I cannot go. If I am wrong, I am doing what I believe to be right.Ф
УI suspect,Ф said Isabella, in a low voice, Уthere is no great struggle.Ф
CatherineТs heart swelled; she drew away her arm, and Isabella made no opposition. Thus passed a long ten minutes, till they were again joined by Thorpe, who, coming to them with a gayer look, said, УWell, I have settled the matter,
and now we may all go tomorrow with a safe conscience. I have been to Miss Tilney, and made your excuses.Ф
УYou have not!Ф cried Catherine.
УI have, upon my soul. Left her this moment. Told her you had sent me to say that, having just recollected a prior engagement of going to Clifton with us tomorrow, you could not have the pleasure of walking with her till Tuesday.
She said very well, Tuesday was just as convenient to her; so there is an end of all our difficulties. A pretty good thought of mine Ч hey?Ф
IsabellaТs countenance was once more all smiles and good humour, and James too looked happy again.
УA most heavenly thought indeed! Now, my sweet Catherine, all our distresses are over; you are honourably acquitted, and we shall have a most delightful party.Ф
УThis will not do,Ф said Catherine; УI cannot submit to this. I must run after Miss Tilney directly and set her right.Ф
Isabella, however, caught hold of one hand, Thorpe of the other, and remonstrances poured in from all three. Even James was quite angry. When everything was settled, when Miss Tilney herself said that Tuesday would suit her
as well, it was quite ridiculous, quite absurd, to make any further objection.
УI do not care. Mr. Thorpe had no business to invent any such message. If I had thought it right to put it off, I could have spoken to Miss Tilney myself. This is only doing it in a ruder way; and how do I know that Mr. Thorpe has Ч He may be mistaken again perhaps; he led me into one act of rudeness by his mistake on Friday. Let me go, Mr. Thorpe;
Isabella, do not hold me.Ф
Thorpe told her it would be in vain to go after the Tilneys; they were turning the corner into Brock Street, when he had overtaken them, and were at home by this time.
УThen I will go after them,Ф said Catherine; Уwherever they are I will go after them. It does not signify talking. If I could not be persuaded into doing what I thought wrong, I never will be tricked into it.Ф And with these words she broke away and hurried off. Thorpe would have darted after her, but Morland withheld him. УLet her go, let her go, if
she will go. She is as obstinate as ЧФ
Thorpe never finished the simile, for it could hardly have been a proper one.
Away walked Catherine in great agitation, as fast as the crowd would permit her, fearful of being pursued, yet determined to persevere. As she walked, she reflected on what had passed. It was painful to her to disappoint and displease them, particularly to displease her brother; but she could not repent her resistance. Setting her own inclination apart, to have failed a second time in her engagement to Miss Tilney, to have retracted a promise voluntarily made only five minutes before, and on a false pretence too, must have been wrong. She had not been withstanding them on
selfish principles alone, she had not consulted merely her own gratification; that might have been ensured in some degree by the excursion itself, by seeing Blaize Castle; no, she had attended to what was due to others, and to her own character in their opinion. Her conviction of being right, however, was not enough to restore her composure; till she had spoken to Miss Tilney she could not be at ease; and quickening her pace when she got clear of the Crescent, she almost ran over the remaining ground till she gained the top of Milsom Street. So rapid had been her movements that in spite of the TilneysТ advantage in the outset, they were but just turning into their lodgings as she came within view of them; and the servant still remaining at the open door, she used only the ceremony of saying that she must speak with Miss Tilney that moment, and hurrying by him proceeded upstairs. Then, opening the first door before her,
which happened to be the right, she immediately found herself in the drawing-room with General Tilney, his son, and daughter. Her explanation, defective only in being Ч from her irritation of nerves and shortness of breath Ч no explanation at all, was instantly given. УI am come in a great hurry Ч It was all a mistake Ч I never promised to go Ч I told them from the first I could not go.Ч I ran away in a great hurry to explain it.Ч I did not care what you thought
of me.Ч I would not stay for the servant.Ф
The business, however, though not perfectly elucidated
by this speech, soon ceased to be a puzzle. Catherine found that John Thorpe had given the message; and Miss Tilney had no scruple in owning herself greatly surprised by it. But whether her brother had still exceeded her in resentment, Catherine, though she instinctively addressed herself as much to one as to the other in her vindication, had no means of knowing. Whatever might have been felt before her arrival, her eager declarations immediately made every
look and sentence as friendly as she could desire.
The affair thus happily settled, she was introduced by Miss Tilney to her father, and received by him with such ready, such solicitous politeness as recalled ThorpeТs information to her mind, and made her think with pleasure that
he might be sometimes depended on. To such anxious attention was the generalТs civility carried, that not aware of her extraordinary swiftness in entering the house, he was quite angry with the servant whose neglect had reduced her to open the door of the apartment herself. УWhat did William mean by it? He should make a point of inquiring into the matter.Ф And if Catherine had not most warmly asserted his innocence, it seemed likely that William would
lose the favour of his master forever, if not his place, by her rapidity.
After sitting with them a quarter of an hour, she rose
to take leave, and was then most agreeably surprised by General TilneyТs asking her if she would do his daughter the honour of dining and spending the rest of the day with her. Miss Tilney added her own wishes. Catherine was greatly obliged; but it was quite out of her power. Mr. and Mrs.
Allen would expect her back every moment. The general declared he could say no more; the claims of Mr. and Mrs. Allen were not to be superseded; but on some other day he trusted, when longer notice could be given, they would not refuse to spare her to her friend. УOh, no; Catherine was
sure they would not have the least objection, and she should have great pleasure in coming.Ф The general attended her himself to the street-door, saying everything gallant as they went downstairs, admiring the elasticity of her walk, which corresponded exactly with the spirit of her dancing, and
making her one of the most graceful bows she had ever beheld, when they parted.
Catherine, delighted by all that had passed, proceeded gaily to Pulteney Street, walking, as she concluded, with great elasticity, though she had never thought of it before.
She reached home without seeing anything more of the offended party; and now that she had been triumphant throughout, had carried her point, and was secure of her walk, she began (as the flutter of her spirits subsided) to doubt whether she had been perfectly right. A sacrifice was
always noble; and if she had given way to their entreaties, she should have been spared the distressing idea of a friend displeased, a brother angry, and a scheme of great happiness to both destroyed, perhaps through her means. To ease her mind, and ascertain by the opinion of an unprejudiced
person what her own conduct had really been, she took occasion to mention before Mr. Allen the half-settled scheme of her brother and the Thorpes for the following day. Mr. Allen caught at it directly. УWell,Ф said he, Уand do you think of going too?Ф
УNo; I had just engaged myself to walk with Miss Tilney before they told me of it; and therefore you know I could
not go with them, could I?Ф
УNo, certainly not; and I am glad you do not think of it. These schemes are not at all the thing. Young men and women driving about the country in open carriages! Now and then it is very well; but going to inns and public places
together! It is not right; and I wonder Mrs. Thorpe should allow it. I am glad you do not think of going; I am sure Mrs. Morland would not be pleased. Mrs. Allen, are not you of my way of thinking? Do not you think these kind of projects objectionable?Ф
УYes, very much so indeed. Open carriages are nasty things. A clean gown is not five minutesТ wear in them. You
are splashed getting in and getting out; and the wind takes your hair and your bonnet in every direction. I hate an open carriage myself.Ф
УI know you do; but that is not the question. Do not you think it has an odd appearance, if young ladies are frequently
driven about in them by young men, to whom they are not even related?Ф
УYes, my dear, a very odd appearance indeed. I cannot bear to see it.Ф
УDear madam,Ф cried Catherine, Уthen why did not you tell me so before? I am sure if I had known it to be improper, I would not have gone with Mr. Thorpe at all; but I always hoped you would tell me, if you thought I was doing wrong.Ф
УAnd so I should, my dear, you may depend on it; for as I told Mrs. Morland at parting, I would always do the best
for you in my power. But one must not be over particular. Young people will be young people, as your good mother says herself. You know I wanted you, when we first came, not to buy that sprigged muslin, but you would. Young people do not like to be always thwarted.Ф
УBut this was something of real consequence; and I do not think you would have found me hard to persuade.Ф
УAs far as it has gone hitherto, there is no harm done,Ф said Mr. Allen; Уand I would only advise you, my dear, not
to go out with Mr. Thorpe any more.Ф
УThat is just what I was going to say,Ф added his wife.
Catherine, relieved for herself, felt uneasy for Isabella, and after a momentТs thought, asked Mr. Allen whether it
would not be both proper and kind in her to write to Miss Thorpe, and explain the indecorum of which she must be as insensible as herself; for she considered that Isabella might otherwise perhaps be going to Clifton the next day, in spite of what had passed. Mr. Allen, however, discouraged her
from doing any such thing. УYou had better leave her alone, my dear; she is old enough to know what she is about, and if not, has a mother to advise her. Mrs. Thorpe is too indulgent beyond a doubt; but, however, you had better not interfere. She and your brother choose to go, and you will
be only getting ill will.Ф
Catherine submitted, and though sorry to think that Isabella should be doing wrong, felt greatly relieved by Mr. AllenТs approbation of her own conduct, and truly rejoiced to be preserved by his advice from the danger of falling into
such an error herself. Her escape from being one of the party to Clifton was now an escape indeed; for what would the Tilneys have thought of her, if she had broken her promise to them in order to do what was wrong in itself, if she had been guilty of one breach of propriety, only to enable her to
be guilty of another?
he next morning was fair, and Catherine almost expected another attack from the assembled party. With Mr. Allen to support her, she felt no dread of the event: but she would gladly be spared a contest, where victory itself was painful, and was heartily rejoiced therefore at neither seeing nor hearing anything of them. The Tilneys called for her at the appointed time; and no new difficulty arising, no sudden recollection, no unexpected
summons, no impertinent intrusion to disconcert their measures, my heroine was most unnaturally able to fulfil her engagement, though it was made with the hero himself. They determined on walking round Beechen Cliff, that noble hill whose beautiful verdure and hanging coppice render it so striking an object from almost every opening in Bath.
УI never look at it,Ф said Catherine, as they walked along the side of the river, Уwithout thinking of the south of France.Ф
УYou have been abroad then?Ф said Henry, a little surprised.
УOh! No, I only mean what I have read about. It always puts me in mind of the country that Emily and her father
travelled through, in The Mysteries of Udolpho. But you never read novels, I dare say?Ф
УBecause they are not clever enough for you Ч gentlemen read better books.Ф
УThe person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid. I have read all Mrs. RadcliffeТs works, and most of them with great pleasure. The Mysteries of Udolpho, when I had once begun it, I could not lay down again; I remember finishing it in two days Ч my hair standing on end the whole time.Ф
УYes,Ф added Miss Tilney, Уand I remember that you undertook to read it aloud to me, and that when I was called away for only five minutes to answer a note, instead of waiting for me, you took the volume into the Hermitage Walk, and I was obliged to stay till you had finished it.Ф
УThank you, Eleanor Ч a most honourable testimony. You see, Miss Morland, the injustice of your suspicions. Here was I, in my eagerness to get on, refusing to wait only five minutes for my sister, breaking the promise I had made of reading it aloud, and keeping her in suspense at a most interesting part, by running away with the volume, which, you are to observe, was her own, particularly her own. I am
proud when I reflect on it, and I think it must establish me in your good opinion.Ф
УI am very glad to hear it indeed, and now I shall never be ashamed of liking Udolpho myself. But I really thought before, young men despised novels amazingly.Ф
УIt is amazingly; it may well suggest amazement if they do Ч for they read nearly as many as women. I myself have
read hundreds and hundreds. Do not imagine that you can cope with me in a knowledge of Julias and Louisas. If we proceed to particulars, and engage in the never-ceasing inquiry of СHave you read this?Т and СHave you read that?Т I shall soon leave you as far behind me as Ч what shall I say? Ч I want an appropriate simile. Ч as far as your friend Emily herself left poor Valancourt when she went with her aunt into Italy. Consider how many years I have had the
start of you. I had entered on my studies at Oxford, while you were a good little girl working your sampler at home!Ф
УNot very good, I am afraid. But now really, do not you think Udolpho the nicest book in the world?Ф
УThe nicest Ч by which I suppose you mean the neatest. That must depend upon the binding.Ф
УHenry,Ф said Miss Tilney, Уyou are very impertinent. Miss Morland, he is treating you exactly as he does his sister. He is forever finding fault with me, for some incorrectness of language, and now he is taking the same liberty with you. The word Сnicest,Т as you used it, did not suit him; and you had better change it as soon as you can, or we shall be overpowered with Johnson and Blair all the rest of the way.Ф
УI am sure,Ф cried Catherine, УI did not mean to say anything
wrong; but it is a nice book, and why should not I call it so?Ф
УVery true,Ф said Henry, Уand this is a very nice day, and
we are taking a very nice walk, and you are two very nice young ladies. Oh! It is a very nice word indeed! It does for everything. Originally perhaps it was applied only to express neatness, propriety, delicacy, or refinement Ч people were nice in their dress, in their sentiments, or their choice.
But now every commendation on every subject is comprised in that one word.Ф
УWhile, in fact,Ф cried his sister, Уit ought only to be applied to you, without any commendation at all. You are more nice than wise. Come, Miss Morland, let us leave him
to meditate over our faults in the utmost propriety of diction, while we praise Udolpho in whatever terms we like best. It is a most interesting work. You are fond of that kind of reading?Ф
УTo say the truth, I do not much like any other.Ф
УThat is, I can read poetry and plays, and things of that sort, and do not dislike travels. But history, real solemn history,
I cannot be interested in. Can you?Ф
УYes, I am fond of history.Ф
УI wish I were too. I read it a little as a duty, but it tells me nothing that does not either vex or weary me. The quarrels of popes and kings, with wars or pestilences, in every page;
the men all so good for nothing, and hardly any women at all Ч it is very tiresome: and yet I often think it odd that it should be so dull, for a great deal of it must be invention. The speeches that are put into the heroesТ mouths, their thoughts and designs Ч the chief of all this must be invention,
and invention is what delights me in other books.Ф
УHistorians, you think,Ф said Miss Tilney, Уare not happy in their flights of fancy. They display imagination without raising interest. I am fond of history Ч and am very well contented to take the false with the true. In the
principal facts they have sources of intelligence in former histories and records, which may be as much depended on, I conclude, as anything that does not actually pass under oneТs own observation; and as for the little embellishments you speak of, they are embellishments, and I like them as such. If a speech be well drawn up, I read it with pleasure, by whomsoever it may be made Ч and probably with much greater, if the production of Mr. Hume or Mr. Robertson,
than if the genuine words of Caractacus, Agricola, or Alfred the Great.Ф
УYou are fond of history! And so are Mr. Allen and my father; and I have two brothers who do not dislike it. So many instances within my small circle of friends is remarkable! At this rate, I shall not pity the writers of history any longer. If people like to read their books, it is all very well, but to be at so much trouble in filling great volumes, which,
as I used to think, nobody would willingly ever look into, to be labouring only for the torment of little boys and girls, always struck me as a hard fate; and though I know it is all very right and necessary, I have often wondered at the personТs courage that could sit down on purpose to do it.Ф
УThat little boys and girls should be tormented,Ф said Henry, Уis what no one at all acquainted with human nature
in a civilized state can deny; but in behalf of our most distinguished historians, I must observe that they might well be offended at being supposed to have no higher aim, and that by their method and style, they are perfectly well qualified to torment readers of the most advanced reason and mature time of life. I use the verb Сto torment,Т as I observed to be your own method, instead of Сto instruct,Т supposing them to be now admitted as synonymous.Ф
УYou think me foolish to call instruction a torment, but if you had been as much used as myself to hear poor little
children first learning their letters and then learning to spell, if you had ever seen how stupid they can be for a whole morning together, and how tired my poor mother is at the end of it, as I am in the habit of seeing almost every day of my life at home, you would allow that Сto tormentТ and Сto instructТ might sometimes be used as synonymous words.Ф
УVery probably. But historians are not accountable for the difficulty of learning to read; and even you yourself, who do not altogether seem particularly friendly to very severe, very intense application, may perhaps be brought to acknowledge that it is very well worth-while to be tormented for two or three years of oneТs life, for the sake of being able to read all the rest of it. Consider Ч if reading had not been taught, Mrs. Radcliffe would have written in vain Ч or perhaps might not have written at all.Ф
Catherine assented Ч and a very warm panegyric from her on that ladyТs merits closed the subject. The Tilneys were soon engaged in another on which she had nothing to
say. They were viewing the country with the eyes of persons accustomed to drawing, and decided on its capability of being formed into pictures, with all the eagerness of real taste. Here Catherine was quite lost. She knew nothing of drawing Ч nothing of taste: and she listened to them with an attention which brought her little profit, for they talked in phrases which conveyed scarcely any idea to her. The little which she could understand, however, appeared to
contradict the very few notions she had entertained on the matter before. It seemed as if a good view were no longer to be taken from the top of an high hill, and that a clear blue sky was no longer a proof of a fine day. She was heartily ashamed of her ignorance. A misplaced shame. Where
people wish to attach, they should always be ignorant. To come with a well-informed mind is to come with an inability of administering to the vanity of others, which a sensible person would always wish to avoid. A woman especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.
The advantages of natural folly in a beautiful girl have been already set forth by the capital pen of a sister author; and to her treatment of the subject I will only add, in justice to men, that though to the larger and more trifling part of the sex, imbecility in females is a great enhancement of their personal charms, there is a portion of them too reasonable and too well informed themselves to desire anything more
in woman than ignorance. But Catherine did not know her own advantages Ч did not know that a good-looking girl, with an affectionate heart and a very ignorant mind, cannot fail of attracting a clever young man, unless circumstances are particularly untoward. In the present instance, she confessed
and lamented her want of knowledge, declared that she would give anything in the world to be able to draw;
and a lecture on the picturesque immediately followed, in which his instructions were so clear that she soon began to see beauty in everything admired by him, and her attention was so earnest that he became perfectly satisfied of her having a great deal of natural taste. He talked of foregrounds, distances, and second distances Ч side-screens and perspectives Ч lights and shades; and Catherine was so hopeful a scholar that when they gained the top of Beechen Cliff,
she voluntarily rejected the whole city of Bath as unworthy to make part of a landscape. Delighted with her progress, and fearful of wearying her with too much wisdom at once, Henry suffered the subject to decline, and by an easy transition from a piece of rocky fragment and the withered oak
which he had placed near its summit, to oaks in general, to forests, the enclosure of them, waste lands, crown lands and government, he shortly found himself arrived at politics; and from politics, it was an easy step to silence. The general pause which succeeded his short disquisition on the state of
the nation was put an end to by Catherine, who, in rather a solemn tone of voice, uttered these words, УI have heard that something very shocking indeed will soon come out in London.Ф
Miss Tilney, to whom this was chiefly addressed, was startled, and hastily replied, УIndeed! And of what nature?Ф
УThat I do not know, nor who is the author. I have only heard that it is to be more horrible than anything we have met with yet.Ф
УGood heaven! Where could you hear of such a thing?Ф
УA particular friend of mine had an account of it in a letter from London yesterday. It is to be uncommonly dreadful.
I shall expect murder and everything of the kind.Ф
УYou speak with astonishing composure! But I hope
your friendТs accounts have been exaggerated; and if such a design is known beforehand, proper measures will undoubtedly be taken by government to prevent its coming to effect.Ф
УGovernment,Ф said Henry, endeavouring not to smile,
Уneither desires nor dares to interfere in such matters. There must be murder; and government cares not how much.Ф
The ladies stared. He laughed, and added, УCome, shall I make you understand each other, or leave you to puzzle out an explanation as you can? No Ч I will be noble. I will prove myself a man, no less by the generosity of my soul than the clearness of my head. I have no patience with such
of my sex as disdain to let themselves sometimes down to the comprehension of yours. Perhaps the abilities of women are neither sound nor acute Ч neither vigorous nor keen. Perhaps they may want observation, discernment, judgment, fire, genius, and wit.Ф
УMiss Morland, do not mind what he says; but have the goodness to satisfy me as to this dreadful riot.Ф
УRiot! What riot?Ф
УMy dear Eleanor, the riot is only in your own brain. The confusion there is scandalous. Miss Morland has been
talking of nothing more dreadful than a new publication which is shortly to come out, in three duodecimo volumes, two hundred and seventy-six pages in each, with a frontispiece to the first, of two tombstones and a lantern Ч do you understand? And you, Miss Morland Ч my stupid sister
has mistaken all your clearest expressions. You talked of expected horrors in London Ч and instead of instantly conceiving, as any rational creature would have done, that such words could relate only to a circulating library, she immediately pictured to herself a mob of three thousand
men assembling in St. GeorgeТs Fields, the Bank attacked, the Tower threatened, the streets of London flowing with blood, a detachment of the Twelfth Light Dragoons (the hopes of the nation) called up from Northampton to quell the insurgents, and the gallant Captain Frederick Tilney, in
the moment of charging at the head of his troop, knocked off his horse by a brickbat from an upper window. Forgive her stupidity. The fears of the sister have added to the weakness of the woman; but she is by no means a simpleton in general.Ф
Catherine looked grave. УAnd now, Henry,Ф said Miss
Tilney, Уthat you have made us understand each other, you may as well make Miss Morland understand yourself Ч unlessyou mean to have her think you intolerably rude to
your sister, and a great brute in your opinion of women in general. Miss Morland is not used to your odd ways.Ф
УI shall be most happy to make her better acquainted with them.Ф
УNo doubt; but that is no explanation of the present.Ф
УWhat am I to do?Ф
УYou know what you ought to do. Clear your character handsomely before her. Tell her that you think very highly
of the understanding of women.Ф
УMiss Morland, I think very highly of the understanding of all the women in the world Ч especially of those Ч whoever they may be Ч with whom I happen to be in company.Ф
УThat is not enough. Be more serious.Ф
УMiss Morland, no one can think more highly of the understanding of women than I do. In my opinion, nature has given them so much that they never find it necessary to use more than half.Ф
УWe shall get nothing more serious from him now, Miss Morland. He is not in a sober mood. But I do assure you that he must be entirely misunderstood, if he can ever appear to say an unjust thing of any woman at all, or an unkind
one of me.Ф
It was no effort to Catherine to believe that Henry Tilney could never be wrong. His manner might sometimes
surprise, but his meaning must always be just: and what she did not understand, she was almost as ready to admire, as what she did. The whole walk was delightful, and
though it ended too soon, its conclusion was delightful too; her friends attended her into the house, and Miss Tilney, before they parted, addressing herself with respectful form, as much to Mrs. Allen as to Catherine, petitioned for the pleasure of her company to dinner on the day after the next. No difficulty was made on Mrs. AllenТs side, and the only difficulty on CatherineТs was in concealing the excess of her pleasure.
The morning had passed away so charmingly as to banish all her friendship and natural affection, for no thought of
Isabella or James had crossed her during their walk. When the Tilneys were gone, she became amiable again, but she was amiable for some time to little effect; Mrs. Allen had no intelligence to give that could relieve her anxiety; she had heard nothing of any of them. Towards the end of the morning, however, Catherine, having occasion for some indispensable yard of ribbon which must be bought without a momentТs delay, walked out into the town, and in Bond
Street overtook the second Miss Thorpe as she was loitering towards EdgarТs Buildings between two of the sweetest girls in the world, who had been her dear friends all the morning. From her, she soon learned that the party to Clifton had taken place. УThey set off at eight this morning,Ф said
Miss Anne, Уand I am sure I do not envy them their drive. I think you and I are very well off to be out of the scrape. it must be the dullest thing in the world, for there is not a soul at Clifton at this time of year. Belle went with your brother, and John drove Maria.Ф
Catherine spoke the pleasure she really felt on hearing this part of the arrangement.
УOh! yes,Ф rejoined the other, УMaria is gone. She was quite wild to go. She thought it would be something very fine. I cannot say I admire her taste; and for my part, I was determined from the first not to go, if they pressed me ever so much.Ф
Catherine, a little doubtful of this, could not help answering, УI wish you could have gone too. It is a pity you could not all go.Ф
УThank you; but it is quite a matter of indifference to me. Indeed, I would not have gone on any account. I was saying so to Emily and Sophia when you overtook us.Ф
Catherine was still unconvinced; but glad that Anne should have the friendship of an Emily and a Sophia to console her, she bade her adieu without much uneasiness,
and returned home, pleased that the party had not been prevented by her refusing to join it, and very heartily wishing that it might be too pleasant to allow either James or Isabella to resent her resistance any longer.
arly the next day, a note from Isabella, speaking peace and tenderness in every line, and entreating the immediate presence of her friend on a matter
of the utmost importance, hastened Catherine, in the happiest state of confidence and curiosity, to EdgarТs Buildings. The two youngest Miss Thorpes were by themselves in the parlour; and, on AnneТs quitting it to call her sister, Catherine took the opportunity of asking the other
for some particulars of their yesterdayТs party. Maria desired no greater pleasure than to speak of it; and Catherine immediately learnt that it had been altogether the most delightful scheme in the world, that nobody could imagine how charming it had been, and that it had been more delightful
than anybody could conceive. Such was the information of the first five minutes; the second unfolded thus much in detail Ч that they had driven directly to the York Hotel, ate some soup, and bespoke an early dinner, walked down to the pump-room, tasted the water, and laid out some shillings
in purses and spars; thence adjoined to eat ice at a pastry-cookТs, and hurrying back to the hotel, swallowed their dinner in haste, to prevent being in the dark; and then had a delightful drive back, only the moon was not up, and it rained a little, and Mr. MorlandТs horse was so tired he
could hardly get it along.
Catherine listened with heartfelt satisfaction. It appeared that Blaize Castle had never been thought of; and, as for all the rest, there was nothing to regret for half an instant. MariaТs intelligence concluded with a tender effusion
of pity for her sister Anne, whom she represented as insupportably cross, from being excluded the party.
УShe will never forgive me, I am sure; but, you know, how could I help it? John would have me go, for he vowed he would not drive her, because she had such thick ankles. I
dare say she will not be in good humour again this month; but I am determined I will not be cross; it is not a little matter that puts me out of temper.Ф
Isabella now entered the room with so eager a step, and a look of such happy importance, as engaged all her friendТs
notice. Maria was without ceremony sent away, and Isabella, embracing Catherine, thus began: УYes, my dear Catherine, it is so indeed; your penetration has not deceived you. Oh! That arch eye of yours! It sees through everything.Ф
Catherine replied only by a look of wondering ignorance.
УNay, my beloved, sweetest friend,Ф continued the other,
Уcompose yourself. I am amazingly agitated, as you perceive. Let us sit down and talk in comfort. Well, and so you
guessed it the moment you had my note? Sly creature! Oh! My dear Catherine, you alone, who know my heart, can judge of my present happiness. Your brother is the most charming of men. I only wish I were more worthy of him. But what will your excellent father and mother say? Oh!
Heavens! When I think of them I am so agitated!Ф
CatherineТs understanding began to awake: an idea of the truth suddenly darted into her mind; and, with the natural blush of so new an emotion, she cried out, УGood heaven! My dear Isabella, what do you mean? Can you Ч can you really be in love with James?Ф
This bold surmise, however, she soon learnt comprehended
but half the fact. The anxious affection, which she
was accused of having continually watched in IsabellaТs every
look and action, had, in the course of their yesterdayТs
party, received the delightful confession of an equal love.
Her heart and faith were alike engaged to James. Never had
Catherine listened to anything so full of interest, wonder,
and joy. Her brother and her friend engaged! New to such
circumstances, the importance of it appeared unspeakably
great, and she contemplated it as one of those grand events,
of which the ordinary course of life can hardly afford a return. The strength of her feelings she could not express; the
nature of them, however, contented her friend. The happiness of having such a sister was their first effusion, and the
fair ladies mingled in embraces and tears of joy.
Delighting, however, as Catherine sincerely did in the
prospect of the connection, it must be acknowledged that
Isabella far surpassed her in tender anticipations. УYou will
be so infinitely dearer to me, my Catherine, than either
Anne or Maria: I feel that I shall be so much more attached
to my dear MorlandТs family than to my own.Ф
This was a pitch of friendship beyond Catherine.
УYou are so like your dear brother,Ф continued Isabella,
Уthat I quite doted on you the first moment I saw you. But so
it always is with me; the first moment settles everything. The
very first day that Morland came to us last Christmas Ч the
very first moment I beheld him Ч my heart was irrecoverably
gone. I remember I wore my yellow gown, with my hair
done up in braids; and when I came into the drawing-room,
and John introduced him, I thought I never saw anybody
so handsome before.Ф
Here Catherine secretly acknowledged the power of
love; for, though exceedingly fond of her brother, and partial
to all his endowments, she had never in her life thought
УI remember too, Miss Andrews drank tea with us that
evening, and wore her puce-coloured sarsenet; and she
looked so heavenly that I thought your brother must certainly
fall in love with her; I could not sleep a wink all right
for thinking of it. Oh! Catherine, the many sleepless nights
I have had on your brotherТs account! I would not have you
suffer half what I have done! I am grown wretchedly thin,
I know; but I will not pain you by describing my anxiety;
you have seen enough of it. I feel that I have betrayed myself
perpetually Ч so unguarded in speaking of my partiality for
the church! But my secret I was always sure would be safe
Catherine felt that nothing could have been safer; but
ashamed of an ignorance little expected, she dared no longer
contest the point, nor refuse to have been as full of arch
penetration and affectionate sympathy as Isabella chose to
consider her. Her brother, she found, was preparing to set
off with all speed to Fullerton, to make known his situation
and ask consent; and here was a source of some real
agitation to the mind of Isabella. Catherine endeavoured to
persuade her, as she was herself persuaded, that her father
and mother would never oppose their sonТs wishes. УIt is
impossible,Ф said she, Уfor parents to be more kind, or more
desirous of their childrenТs happiness; I have no doubt of
their consenting immediately.Ф
УMorland says exactly the same,Ф replied Isabella; Уand
yet I dare not expect it; my fortune will be so small; they
never can consent to it. Your brother, who might marry
Here Catherine again discerned the force of love.
УIndeed, Isabella, you are too humble. The difference of
fortune can be nothing to signify.Ф
УOh! My sweet Catherine, in your generous heart I
know it would signify nothing; but we must not expect
such disinterestedness in many. As for myself, I am sure I
only wish our situations were reversed. Had I the command
of millions, were I mistress of the whole world, your brother
would be my only choice.Ф
This charming sentiment, recommended as much by
sense as novelty, gave Catherine a most pleasing remembrance
of all the heroines of her acquaintance; and she
thought her friend never looked more lovely than in uttering
the grand idea. УI am sure they will consent,Ф was her
frequent declaration; УI am sure they will be delighted with
УFor my own part,Ф said Isabella, Уmy wishes are so moderate
that the smallest income in nature would be enough
for me. Where people are really attached, poverty itself is
wealth; grandeur I detest: I would not settle in London
for the universe. A cottage in some retired village would
be ecstasy. There are some charming little villas about
УRichmond!Ф cried Catherine. УYou must settle near
Fullerton. You must be near us.Ф
УI am sure I shall be miserable if we do not. If I can
but be near you, I shall be satisfied. But this is idle talking!
I will not allow myself to think of such things, till we
have your fatherТs answer. Morland says that by sending it
tonight to Salisbury, we may have it tomorrow. Tomorrow?
I know I shall never have courage to open the letter. I know
it will be the death of me.Ф
A reverie succeeded this conviction Ч and when Isabella
spoke again, it was to resolve on the quality of her weddinggown.
Their conference was put an end to by the anxious
young lover himself, who came to breathe his parting sigh before he set off for Wiltshire. Catherine wished to congratulate him, but knew not what to say, and her eloquence
was only in her eyes. From them, however, the eight parts of
speech shone out most expressively, and James could combine
them with ease. Impatient for the realization of all that
he hoped at home, his adieus were not long; and they would
have been yet shorter, had he not been frequently detained
by the urgent entreaties of his fair one that he would go.
Twice was he called almost from the door by her eagerness
to have him gone. УIndeed, Morland, I must drive you away.
Consider how far you have to ride. I cannot bear to see you
linger so. For heavenТs sake, waste no more time. There, go,
go Ч I insist on it.Ф
The two friends, with hearts now more united than
ever, were inseparable for the day; and in schemes of sisterly
happiness the hours flew along. Mrs. Thorpe and her son,
who were acquainted with everything, and who seemed
only to want Mr. MorlandТs consent, to consider IsabellaТs
engagement as the most fortunate circumstance imaginable
for their family, were allowed to join their counsels, and
add their quota of significant looks and mysterious expressions
to fill up the measure of curiosity to be raised in the
unprivileged younger sisters. To CatherineТs simple feelings,
this odd sort of reserve seemed neither kindly meant, nor
consistently supported; and its unkindness she would hardly
have forborne pointing out, had its inconsistency been
less their friend; but Anne and Maria soon set her heart at
ease by the sagacity of their УI know whatФ; and the evening
was spent in a sort of war of wit, a display of family ingenuity,
on one side in the mystery of an affected secret, on the
other of undefined discovery, all equally acute.
Catherine was with her friend again the next day, endeavouring
to support her spirits and while away the many
tedious hours before the delivery of the letters; a needful exertion,
for as the time of reasonable expectation drew near,
Isabella became more and more desponding, and before the
letter arrived, had worked herself into a state of real distress.
But when it did come, where could distress be found? УI
have had no difficulty in gaining the consent of my kind
parents, and am promised that everything in their power
shall be done to forward my happiness,Ф were the first three
lines, and in one moment all was joyful security. The brightest
glow was instantly spread over IsabellaТs features, all care
and anxiety seemed removed, her spirits became almost too
high for control, and she called herself without scruple the
happiest of mortals.
Mrs. Thorpe, with tears of joy, embraced her daughter,
her son, her visitor, and could have embraced half the inhabitants
of Bath with satisfaction. Her heart was overflowing
with tenderness. It was Уdear JohnФ and Уdear CatherineФ at
every word; Уdear Anne and dear MariaФ must immediately
be made sharers in their felicity; and two УdearsФ at once
before the name of Isabella were not more than that beloved
child had now well earned. John himself was no skulker in
joy. He not only bestowed on Mr. Morland the high commendation
of being one of the finest fellows in the world,
but swore off many sentences in his praise.
The letter, whence sprang all this felicity, was short, containing little more than this assurance of success; and every
particular was deferred till James could write again. But for particulars Isabella could well afford to wait. The needful was comprised in Mr. MorlandТs promise; his honour was pledged to make everything easy; and by what means their income was to be formed, whether landed property were
to be resigned, or funded money made over, was a matter in which her disinterested spirit took no concern. She knew enough to feel secure of an honourable and speedy establishment, and her imagination took a rapid flight over its attendant felicities. She saw herself at the end of a few weeks, the gaze and admiration of every new acquaintance at Fullerton, the envy of every valued old friend in Putney, with a carriage at her command, a new name on her tickets, and a brilliant exhibition of hoop rings on her finger.
When the contents of the letter were ascertained, John Thorpe, who had only waited its arrival to begin his journey to London, prepared to set off. УWell, Miss Morland,Ф said he, on finding her alone in the parlour, УI am come to bid you good-bye.Ф Catherine wished him a good journey. Without appearing to hear her, he walked to the window,
fidgeted about, hummed a tune, and seemed wholly self-occupied.
УShall not you be late at Devizes?Ф said Catherine. He made no answer; but after a minuteТs silence burst out with, УA famous good thing this marrying scheme, upon my soul! A clever fancy of MorlandТs and BelleТs. What do you think of it, Miss Morland? I say it is no bad notion.Ф
УI am sure I think it a very good one.Ф
УDo you? ThatТs honest, by heavens! I am glad you are no enemy to matrimony, however. Did you ever hear the old song СGoing to One Wedding Brings on Another?Т I say, you will come to BelleТs wedding, I hope.Ф
УYes; I have promised your sister to be with her, if possible.Ф
УAnd then you knowФЧ twisting himself about and forcing a foolish laugh ЧУI say, then you know, we may try the truth of this same old song.Ф
УMay we? But I never sing. Well, I wish you a good journey. I dine with Miss Tilney today, and must now be going home.Ф
УNay, but there is no such confounded hurry. Who knows when we may be together again? Not but that I shall
be down again by the end of a fortnight, and a devilish long fortnight it will appear to me.Ф
УThen why do you stay away so long?Ф replied Catherine Ч finding that he waited for an answer.
УThat is kind of you, however Ч kind and good-natured. I shall not forget it in a hurry. But you have more good nature and all that, than anybody living, I believe. A monstrous
deal of good nature, and it is not only good nature, but you have so much, so much of everything; and then you have such Ч upon my soul, I do not know anybody like you.Ф
УOh! dear, there are a great many people like me, I dare
say, only a great deal better. Good morning to you.Ф
УBut I say, Miss Morland, I shall come and pay my respects
at Fullerton before it is long, if not disagreeable.Ф
УPray do. My father and mother will be very glad to see
УAnd I hope Ч I hope, Miss Morland, you will not be
sorry to see me.Ф
УOh! dear, not at all. There are very few people I am
sorry to see. Company is always cheerful.Ф
УThat is just my way of thinking. Give me but a little
cheerful company, let me only have the company of the
people I love, let me only be where I like and with whom
I like, and the devil take the rest, say I. And I am heartily
glad to hear you say the same. But I have a notion, Miss
Morland, you and I think pretty much alike upon most
УPerhaps we may; but it is more than I ever thought of.
And as to most matters, to say the truth, there are not many
that I know my own mind about.Ф
УBy Jove, no more do I. It is not my way to bother my
brains with what does not concern me. My notion of things
is simple enough. Let me only have the girl I like, say I, with
a comfortable house over my head, and what care I for all
the rest? Fortune is nothing. I am sure of a good income
of my own; and if she had not a penny, why, so much the
УVery true. I think like you there. If there is a good fortune on one side, there can be no occasion for any on the
other. No matter which has it, so that there is enough. I hate the idea of one great fortune looking out for another. And to marry for money I think the wickedest thing in existence. Good day. We shall be very glad to see you at Fullerton, whenever it is convenient.Ф And away she went. It was not in the power of all his gallantry to detain her longer. With such news to communicate, and such a visit to prepare for, her departure was not to be delayed by anything in his
nature to urge; and she hurried away, leaving him to the undivided consciousness of his own happy address, and her explicit encouragement.
The agitation which she had herself experienced on first learning her brotherТs engagement made her expect to raise
no inconsiderable emotion in Mr. and Mrs. Allen, by the communication of the wonderful event. How great was her disappointment! The important affair, which many words of preparation ushered in, had been foreseen by them both ever since her brotherТs arrival; and all that they felt on the occasion was comprehended in a wish for the young peopleТs happiness, with a remark, on the gentlemanТs side, in favour of IsabellaТs beauty, and on the ladyТs, of her great
good luck. It was to Catherine the most surprising insensibility.
The disclosure, however, of the great secret of JamesТs
going to Fullerton the day before, did raise some emotion in Mrs. Allen. She could not listen to that with perfect calmness, but repeatedly regretted the necessity of its concealment, wished she could have known his intention, wished she could have seen him before he went, as she should certainly
have troubled him with her best regards to his father and mother, and her kind compliments to all the Skinners.