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At
that
moment
Catherine
thought
she
heard
her
step
in
the
gallery
,
and
listened
for
its
continuance
;
but
all
was
silent
.
Scarcely
,
however
,
had
she
convicted
her
fancy
of
error
,
when
the
noise
of
something
moving
close
to
her
door
made
her
start
;
it
seemed
as
if
someone
was
touching
the
very
doorway
—
and
in
another
moment
a
slight
motion
of
the
lock
proved
that
some
hand
must
be
on
it
.
She
trembled
a
little
at
the
idea
of
anyone
’
s
approaching
so
cautiously
;
but
resolving
not
to
be
again
overcome
by
trivial
appearances
of
alarm
,
or
misled
by
a
raised
imagination
,
she
stepped
quietly
forward
,
and
opened
the
door
.
Eleanor
,
and
only
Eleanor
,
stood
there
.
Catherine
’
s
spirits
,
however
,
were
tranquillized
but
for
an
instant
,
for
Eleanor
’
s
cheeks
were
pale
,
and
her
manner
greatly
agitated
.
Though
evidently
intending
to
come
in
,
it
seemed
an
effort
to
enter
the
room
,
and
a
still
greater
to
speak
when
there
.
Catherine
,
supposing
some
uneasiness
on
Captain
Tilney
’
s
account
,
could
only
express
her
concern
by
silent
attention
,
obliged
her
to
be
seated
,
rubbed
her
temples
with
lavender
-
water
,
and
hung
over
her
with
affectionate
solicitude
.
“
My
dear
Catherine
,
you
must
not
—
you
must
not
indeed
—
”
were
Eleanor
’
s
first
connected
words
.
“
I
am
quite
well
.
This
kindness
distracts
me
—
I
cannot
bear
it
—
I
come
to
you
on
such
an
errand
!
”
“
Errand
!
To
me
!
”
“
How
shall
I
tell
you
!
Oh
!
How
shall
I
tell
you
!
”
A
new
idea
now
darted
into
Catherine
’
s
mind
,
and
turning
as
pale
as
her
friend
,
she
exclaimed
,
“
’
Tis
a
messenger
from
Woodston
!
”
“
You
are
mistaken
,
indeed
,
”
returned
Eleanor
,
looking
at
her
most
compassionately
;
“
it
is
no
one
from
Woodston
.
It
is
my
father
himself
.
”
Her
voice
faltered
,
and
her
eyes
were
turned
to
the
ground
as
she
mentioned
his
name
.
His
unlooked
-
for
return
was
enough
in
itself
to
make
Catherine
’
s
heart
sink
,
and
for
a
few
moments
she
hardly
supposed
there
were
anything
worse
to
be
told
.
She
said
nothing
;
and
Eleanor
,
endeavouring
to
collect
herself
and
speak
with
firmness
,
but
with
eyes
still
cast
down
,
soon
went
on
.
“
You
are
too
good
,
I
am
sure
,
to
think
the
worse
of
me
for
the
part
I
am
obliged
to
perform
.
I
am
indeed
a
most
unwilling
messenger
.
After
what
has
so
lately
passed
,
so
lately
been
settled
between
us
—
how
joyfully
,
how
thankfully
on
my
side
!
—
as
to
your
continuing
here
as
I
hoped
for
many
,
many
weeks
longer
,
how
can
I
tell
you
that
your
kindness
is
not
to
be
accepted
—
and
that
the
happiness
your
company
has
hitherto
given
us
is
to
be
repaid
by
—
But
I
must
not
trust
myself
with
words
.
My
dear
Catherine
,
we
are
to
part
.
My
father
has
recollected
an
engagement
that
takes
our
whole
family
away
on
Monday
.
We
are
going
to
Lord
Longtown
’
s
,
near
Hereford
,
for
a
fortnight
.
Explanation
and
apology
are
equally
impossible
.
I
cannot
attempt
either
.
”
“
My
dear
Eleanor
,
”
cried
Catherine
,
suppressing
her
feelings
as
well
as
she
could
,
“
do
not
be
so
distressed
.
A
second
engagement
must
give
way
to
a
first
.
I
am
very
,
very
sorry
we
are
to
part
—
so
soon
,
and
so
suddenly
too
;
but
I
am
not
offended
,
indeed
I
am
not
.
I
can
finish
my
visit
here
,
you
know
,
at
any
time
;
or
I
hope
you
will
come
to
me
.
Can
you
,
when
you
return
from
this
lord
’
s
,
come
to
Fullerton
?
”
“
It
will
not
be
in
my
power
,
Catherine
.
”
“
Come
when
you
can
,
then
.
”
