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"Upon my honour," said James, "in
these public assemblies, it is as often done as not."
"Nonsense, how can you say so? But when you men have a point to carry,
you never stick at anything. My sweet Catherine, do support me; persuade your
brother how impossible it is. Tell him that it would quite shock you to see me
do such a thing; now would not it?"
"No, not at all; but if you think it wrong, you had much better
change."
"There," cried Isabella, "you hear what your sister says, and
yet you will not mind her. Well, remember that it is not my fault, if we set
all the old ladies in Bath in a
bustle. Come along, my dearest Catherine, for heaven's sake, and stand by
me." And off they went, to regain their former place. John Thorpe, in the
meanwhile, had walked away; and Catherine, ever willing to give Mr. Tilney an opportunity of repeating the agreeable request
which had already flattered her once, made her way to Mrs. Allen and Mrs.
Thorpe as fast as she could, in the hope of finding him still with them--a hope
which, when it proved to be fruitless, she felt to have been highly
unreasonable. "Well, my dear," said Mrs. Thorpe, impatient for praise
of her son, "I hope you have had an agreeable partner."
"Very agreeable, madam."
"I am glad of it. John has charming spirits, has not he?"
"Did you meet Mr. Tilney, my dear?" said
Mrs. Allen.
"No, where is he?"
"He was with us just now, and said he was so tired of lounging about,
that he was resolved to go and dance; so I thought perhaps he would ask you, if
he met with you."
"Where can he be?" said Catherine, looking round; but she had not
looked round long before she saw him leading a young lady to the dance.
"Ah! He has got a partner; I wish he had asked you," said Mrs.
Allen; and after a short silence, she added, "he is a very agreeable young
man."
"Indeed he is, Mrs. Allen," said Mrs. Thorpe, smiling
complacently; "I must say it, though I am his mother, that there is not a
more agreeable young man in the world."
This inapplicable answer might have been too much for the comprehension of
many; but it did not puzzle Mrs. Allen, for after only a moment's
consideration, she said, in a whisper to Catherine, "I dare say she
thought I was speaking of her son."
Catherine was disappointed and vexed. She seemed to have missed by so little
the very object she had had in view; and this persuasion did not incline her to
a very gracious reply, when John Thorpe came up to her soon afterwards and
said, "Well, Miss Morland, I suppose you and I
are to stand up and jig it together again."
"Oh, no; I am much obliged to you, our two dances are over; and,
besides, I am tired, and do not mean to dance any more."
"Do not you? Then let us walk about and quiz people. Come along with
me, and I will show you the four greatest quizzers in the room; my two younger
sisters and their partners. I have been laughing at them this half hour."
Again Catherine excused herself; and at last he walked off to quiz his
sisters by himself. The rest of the evening she found very dull; Mr. Tilney was drawn away from their party at tea, to attend
that of his partner; Miss Tilney, though belonging to
it, did not sit near her, and James and Isabella were so much engaged in
conversing together that the latter had no leisure to bestow more on her friend
than one smile, one squeeze, and one "dearest Catherine."
CHAPTER
9
The progress of Catherine's unhappiness from the events of the evening was
as follows. It appeared first in a general dissatisfaction with everybody about
her, while she remained in the rooms, which speedily brought on considerable
weariness and a violent desire to go home. This, on arriving in Pulteney Street, took the direction of extraordinary
hunger, and when that was appeased, changed into an earnest longing to be in
bed; such was the extreme point of her distress; for when there she immediately
fell into a sound sleep which lasted nine hours, and from which she awoke
perfectly revived, in excellent spirits, with fresh hopes and fresh schemes.
The first wish of her heart was to improve her acquaintance with Miss Tilney, and almost her first resolution, to seek her for
that purpose, in the pump-room at noon.
In the pump-room, one so newly arrived in Bath
must be met with, and that building she had already found so favourable for the discovery of female excellence, and the
completion of female intimacy, so admirably adapted for secret discourses and
unlimited confidence, that she was most reasonably encouraged to expect another friend from within its walls. Her plan for
the morning thus settled, she sat quietly down to her book after breakfast,
resolving to remain in the same place and the same employment till the clock
struck one; and from habitude very little incommoded by the remarks and
ejaculations of Mrs. Allen, whose vacancy of mind and incapacity for thinking
were such, that as she never talked a great deal, so she could never be
entirely silent; and, therefore, while she sat at her work, if she lost her
needle or broke her thread, if she heard a carriage in the street, or saw a
speck upon her gown, she must observe it aloud, whether there were anyone at
leisure to answer her or not. At about half past twelve, a remarkably loud rap
drew her in haste to the window, and scarcely had she time to inform Catherine
of there being two open carriages at the door, in the first only a servant, her
brother driving Miss Thorpe in the second, before John Thorpe came running
upstairs, calling out, "Well, Miss Morland, here
I am. Have you been waiting long? We could not come before; the old devil of a coachmaker was such an eternity finding out a thing fit to
be got into, and now it is ten thousand to one but they break down before we
are out of the street. How do you do, Mrs. Allen? A
famous bag last night, was not it? Come, Miss Morland,
be quick, for the others are in a confounded hurry to be off. They want to get
their tumble over."
"What do you mean?" said Catherine. "Where are you all going
to?" "Going to? Why, you have not forgot our
engagement! Did not we agree together to take a drive this morning? What a head
you have! We are going up Claverton Down."
"Something was said about it, I remember," said Catherine, looking
at Mrs. Allen for her opinion; "but really I did not expect you."
"Not expect me! That's a good one! And what a dust you would have made,
if I had not come."
Catherine's silent appeal to her friend, meanwhile, was entirely thrown
away, for Mrs. Allen, not being at all in the habit of conveying any expression
herself by a look, was not aware of its being ever intended by anybody else;
and Catherine, whose desire of seeing Miss Tilney
again could at that moment bear a short delay in favour
of a drive, and who thought there could be no impropriety in her going with Mr.
Thorpe, as Isabella was going at the same time with James, was therefore
obliged to speak plainer. "Well, ma'am, what do you say to it? Can you
spare me for an hour or two? Shall I go?"
"Do just as you please, my dear," replied Mrs. Allen, with the
most placid indifference. Catherine took the advice, and ran off to get ready.
In a very few minutes she reappeared, having scarcely allowed the two others time
enough to get through a few short sentences in her praise, after Thorpe had
procured Mrs. Allen's admiration of his gig; and then receiving her friend's
parting good wishes, they both hurried downstairs. "My dearest
creature," cried Isabella, to whom the duty of friendship immediately
called her before she could get into the carriage, "you have been at least
three hours getting ready. I was afraid you were ill. What a delightful ball we
had last night. I have a thousand things to say to you; but make haste and get
in, for I long to be off."
Catherine followed her orders and turned away, but not too soon to hear her
friend exclaim aloud to James, "What a sweet girl she is! I quite dote on
her."
"You will not be frightened, Miss Morland,"
said Thorpe, as he handed her in, "if my horse should dance about a little
at first setting off. He will, most likely, give a plunge or two, and perhaps
take the rest for a minute; but he will soon know his master. He is full of
spirits, playful as can be, but there is no vice in him."
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