Isabella’s opinion of the Tilneys did not influence her
friend; she was sure there had been no insolence in the man-
ners either of brother or sister; and she did not credit there
being any pride in their hearts. The evening rewarded her
confidence; she was met by one with the same kindness, and
by the other with the same attention, as heretofore: Miss
Tilney took pains to be near her, and Henry asked her to dance.
Having heard the day before in Milsom Street that their
elder brother, Captain Tilney, was expected almost every
hour, she was at no loss for the name of a very fashionable-
looking, handsome young man, whom she had never seen
before, and who now evidently belonged to their party. She
looked at him with great admiration, and even supposed it
possible that some people might think him handsomer than
his brother, though, in her eyes, his air was more assum-
ing, and his countenance less prepossessing.
His taste and manners were beyond a doubt decidedly inferior;
for, within her hearing, he not only protested against every
thought of dancing himself, but even laughed openly at
Henry for finding it possible.
Catherine, meanwhile, undisturbed by presentiments of such
an evil, or of any evil at all, except that of having but a short set to
dance down, enjoyed her usual happiness with Henry Tilney,
listening with sparkling eyes to everything he said; and, in finding
him irresistible, becoming so herself.
To be continued
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