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For
nine
successive
mornings
,
Catherine
wondered
over
the
repetition
of
a
disappointment
,
which
each
morning
became
more
severe
:
but
,
on
the
tenth
,
when
she
entered
the
breakfast
-
room
,
her
first
object
was
a
letter
,
held
out
by
Henry
’
s
willing
hand
.
She
thanked
him
as
heartily
as
if
he
had
written
it
himself
.
“
’
Tis
only
from
James
,
however
,
”
as
she
looked
at
the
direction
.
She
opened
it
;
it
was
from
Oxford
;
and
to
this
purpose
:
“
Dear
Catherine
,
“
Though
,
God
knows
,
with
little
inclination
for
writing
,
I
think
it
my
duty
to
tell
you
that
everything
is
at
an
end
between
Miss
Thorpe
and
me
.
I
left
her
and
Bath
yesterday
,
never
to
see
either
again
.
I
shall
not
enter
into
particulars
—
they
would
only
pain
you
more
.
You
will
soon
hear
enough
from
another
quarter
to
know
where
lies
the
blame
;
and
I
hope
will
acquit
your
brother
of
everything
but
the
folly
of
too
easily
thinking
his
affection
returned
.
Thank
God
!
I
am
undeceived
in
time
!
But
it
is
a
heavy
blow
!
After
my
father
’
s
consent
had
been
so
kindly
given
—
but
no
more
of
this
.
She
has
made
me
miserable
forever
!
Let
me
soon
hear
from
you
,
dear
Catherine
;
you
are
my
only
friend
;
your
love
I
do
build
upon
.
I
wish
your
visit
at
Northanger
may
be
over
before
Captain
Tilney
makes
his
engagement
known
,
or
you
will
be
uncomfortably
circumstanced
.
Poor
Thorpe
is
in
town
:
I
dread
the
sight
of
him
;
his
honest
heart
would
feel
so
much
.
I
have
written
to
him
and
my
father
.
Her
duplicity
hurts
me
more
than
all
;
till
the
very
last
,
if
I
reasoned
with
her
,
she
declared
herself
as
much
attached
to
me
as
ever
,
and
laughed
at
my
fears
.
I
am
ashamed
to
think
how
long
I
bore
with
it
;
but
if
ever
man
had
reason
to
believe
himself
loved
,
I
was
that
man
.
I
cannot
understand
even
now
what
she
would
be
at
,
for
there
could
be
no
need
of
my
being
played
off
to
make
her
secure
of
Tilney
.
We
parted
at
last
by
mutual
consent
—
happy
for
me
had
we
never
met
!
I
can
never
expect
to
know
such
another
woman
!
Dearest
Catherine
,
beware
how
you
give
your
heart
.
“
Believe
me
,
”
&
c
.
Catherine
had
not
read
three
lines
before
her
sudden
change
of
countenance
,
and
short
exclamations
of
sorrowing
wonder
,
declared
her
to
be
receiving
unpleasant
news
;
and
Henry
,
earnestly
watching
her
through
the
whole
letter
,
saw
plainly
that
it
ended
no
better
than
it
began
.
He
was
prevented
,
however
,
from
even
looking
his
surprise
by
his
father
’
s
entrance
.
They
went
to
breakfast
directly
;
but
Catherine
could
hardly
eat
anything
.
Tears
filled
her
eyes
,
and
even
ran
down
her
cheeks
as
she
sat
.
The
letter
was
one
moment
in
her
hand
,
then
in
her
lap
,
and
then
in
her
pocket
;
and
she
looked
as
if
she
knew
not
what
she
did
.
The
general
,
between
his
cocoa
and
his
newspaper
,
had
luckily
no
leisure
for
noticing
her
;
but
to
the
other
two
her
distress
was
equally
visible
.
As
soon
as
she
dared
leave
the
table
she
hurried
away
to
her
own
room
;
but
the
housemaids
were
busy
in
it
,
and
she
was
obliged
to
come
down
again
.
She
turned
into
the
drawing
-
room
for
privacy
,
but
Henry
and
Eleanor
had
likewise
retreated
thither
,
and
were
at
that
moment
deep
in
consultation
about
her
.
She
drew
back
,
trying
to
beg
their
pardon
,
but
was
,
with
gentle
violence
,
forced
to
return
;
and
the
others
withdrew
,
after
Eleanor
had
affectionately
expressed
a
wish
of
being
of
use
or
comfort
to
her
.
After
half
an
hour
’
s
free
indulgence
of
grief
and
reflection
,
Catherine
felt
equal
to
encountering
her
friends
;
but
whether
she
should
make
her
distress
known
to
them
was
another
consideration
.
Perhaps
,
if
particularly
questioned
,
she
might
just
give
an
idea
—
just
distantly
hint
at
it
—
but
not
more
.
To
expose
a
friend
,
such
a
friend
as
Isabella
had
been
to
her
—
and
then
their
own
brother
so
closely
concerned
in
it
!
She
believed
she
must
waive
the
subject
altogether
.
Henry
and
Eleanor
were
by
themselves
in
the
breakfast
-
room
;
and
each
,
as
she
entered
it
,
looked
at
her
anxiously
.
Catherine
took
her
place
at
the
table
,
and
,
after
a
short
silence
,
Eleanor
said
,
“
No
bad
news
from
Fullerton
,
I
hope
?
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Morland
—
your
brothers
and
sisters
—
I
hope
they
are
none
of
them
ill
?
”
“
No
,
I
thank
you
”
(
sighing
as
she
spoke
)
;
“
they
are
all
very
well
.
My
letter
was
from
my
brother
at
Oxford
.
”
Nothing
further
was
said
for
a
few
minutes
;
and
then
speaking
through
her
tears
,
she
added
,
“
I
do
not
think
I
shall
ever
wish
for
a
letter
again
!
”
