Catherine’s resolution of endeavouring to meet Miss
Tilney again continued in full force the next morning.
Miss Tilney met her with great civility,
returned her advances with equal goodwill, and they con-
tinued talking together.
‘How well your brother dances!’ was an artless exclama-
tion of Catherine’s towards the close of their conversation,
which at once surprised and amused her companion.
‘Henry!’ she replied with a smile. ‘Yes, he does dance
‘He must have thought it very odd to hear me say I was
engaged the other evening, when he saw me sitting down.
But I really had been engaged the whole day to Mr. Thor-
pe.’ Miss Tilney could only bow. ‘You cannot think,’ added
Catherine after a moment’s silence, ‘how surprised I was to
see him again. I felt so sure of his being quite gone away.’
‘When Henry had the pleasure of seeing you before, he
was in Bath but for a couple of days. He came only to engage
lodgings for us.’
‘That never occurred to me; and of course, not seeing him
anywhere, I thought he must be gone. Was not the young
lady he danced with on Monday a Miss Smith?’
‘Yes, an acquaintance of Mrs. Hughes.’
‘I dare say she was very glad to dance. Do you think her
‘Shall you be at the
cotillion ball tomorrow?’
‘Perhaps we — Yes, I think we certainly shall.’
She went home very happy. The morning had answered
all her hopes, and the evening of the following day was now
the object of expectation, the future good. What gown and
what head-dress she should wear on the occasion became
her chief concern. She cannot be justified in it. Dress is at all
times a frivolous distinction, and excessive solicitude about
it often destroys its own aim.
To be continued
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