Soon after their reaching the bottom of the set, Catherine
perceived herself to be earnestly regarded by a gentleman
who stood among the lookers-on, immediately behind her
partner. He was a very handsome man, of a commanding
aspect, past the bloom, but not past the vigour of life; and
with his eye still directed towards her, she saw him pres-
ently address Mr. Tilney in a familiar whisper.
Confused by his notice, and blushing from the fear of its being
excited by something wrong in her appearance, she turned away
her head. But while she did so, the gentleman retreated, and
her partner, coming nearer, said, ‘I see that you guess what I
have just been asked. That gentleman knows your name, and
you have a right to know his. It is General Tilney, my father.’
In chatting with Miss Tilney before the evening con-
cluded, a new source of felicity arose to her. She had never
taken a country walk since her arrival in Bath. Miss Tilney,
to whom all the commonly frequented environs were famil-
iar, spoke of them in terms which made her all eagerness to
know them too; and on her openly fearing that she might
find nobody to go with her, it was proposed by the brother
and sister that they should join in a walk, some morning
‘I shall like it,’ she cried, ‘beyond anything in the
world; and do not let us put it off — let us go tomorrow.’ This
was readily agreed to, with only a proviso of Miss Tilney’s,
that it did not rain, which Catherine was sure it would not.
At twelve o’clock, they were to call for her in Pulteney Street;
and ‘Remember — twelve o’clock,’ was her parting speech to
her new friend. Of her other, her older, her more established
friend, Isabella, of whose fidelity and worth she had enjoyed
a fortnight’s experience, she scarcely saw anything during
To be continued
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