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Catherine
’
s
swelling
heart
needed
relief
.
In
Eleanor
’
s
presence
friendship
and
pride
had
equally
restrained
her
tears
,
but
no
sooner
was
she
gone
than
they
burst
forth
in
torrents
.
Turned
from
the
house
,
and
in
such
a
way
!
Without
any
reason
that
could
justify
,
any
apology
that
could
atone
for
the
abruptness
,
the
rudeness
,
nay
,
the
insolence
of
it
.
Henry
at
a
distance
—
not
able
even
to
bid
him
farewell
.
Every
hope
,
every
expectation
from
him
suspended
,
at
least
,
and
who
could
say
how
long
?
Who
could
say
when
they
might
meet
again
?
And
all
this
by
such
a
man
as
General
Tilney
,
so
polite
,
so
well
bred
,
and
heretofore
so
particularly
fond
of
her
!
It
was
as
incomprehensible
as
it
was
mortifying
and
grievous
.
From
what
it
could
arise
,
and
where
it
would
end
,
were
considerations
of
equal
perplexity
and
alarm
.
The
manner
in
which
it
was
done
so
grossly
uncivil
,
hurrying
her
away
without
any
reference
to
her
own
convenience
,
or
allowing
her
even
the
appearance
of
choice
as
to
the
time
or
mode
of
her
travelling
;
of
two
days
,
the
earliest
fixed
on
,
and
of
that
almost
the
earliest
hour
,
as
if
resolved
to
have
her
gone
before
he
was
stirring
in
the
morning
,
that
he
might
not
be
obliged
even
to
see
her
.
What
could
all
this
mean
but
an
intentional
affront
?
By
some
means
or
other
she
must
have
had
the
misfortune
to
offend
him
.
Eleanor
had
wished
to
spare
her
from
so
painful
a
notion
,
but
Catherine
could
not
believe
it
possible
that
any
injury
or
any
misfortune
could
provoke
such
ill
will
against
a
person
not
connected
,
or
,
at
least
,
not
supposed
to
be
connected
with
it
.
Heavily
passed
the
night
.
Sleep
,
or
repose
that
deserved
the
name
of
sleep
,
was
out
of
the
question
.
That
room
,
in
which
her
disturbed
imagination
had
tormented
her
on
her
first
arrival
,
was
again
the
scene
of
agitated
spirits
and
unquiet
slumbers
.
Yet
how
different
now
the
source
of
her
inquietude
from
what
it
had
been
then
—
how
mournfully
superior
in
reality
and
substance
!
Her
anxiety
had
foundation
in
fact
,
her
fears
in
probability
;
and
with
a
mind
so
occupied
in
the
contemplation
of
actual
and
natural
evil
,
the
solitude
of
her
situation
,
the
darkness
of
her
chamber
,
the
antiquity
of
the
building
,
were
felt
and
considered
without
the
smallest
emotion
;
and
though
the
wind
was
high
,
and
often
produced
strange
and
sudden
noises
throughout
the
house
,
she
heard
it
all
as
she
lay
awake
,
hour
after
hour
,
without
curiosity
or
terror
.
Soon
after
six
Eleanor
entered
her
room
,
eager
to
show
attention
or
give
assistance
where
it
was
possible
;
but
very
little
remained
to
be
done
.
Catherine
had
not
loitered
;
she
was
almost
dressed
,
and
her
packing
almost
finished
.
The
possibility
of
some
conciliatory
message
from
the
general
occurred
to
her
as
his
daughter
appeared
.
What
so
natural
,
as
that
anger
should
pass
away
and
repentance
succeed
it
?
And
she
only
wanted
to
know
how
far
,
after
what
had
passed
,
an
apology
might
properly
be
received
by
her
.
But
the
knowledge
would
have
been
useless
here
;
it
was
not
called
for
;
neither
clemency
nor
dignity
was
put
to
the
trial
—
Eleanor
brought
no
message
.
Very
little
passed
between
them
on
meeting
;
each
found
her
greatest
safety
in
silence
,
and
few
and
trivial
were
the
sentences
exchanged
while
they
remained
upstairs
,
Catherine
in
busy
agitation
completing
her
dress
,
and
Eleanor
with
more
goodwill
than
experience
intent
upon
filling
the
trunk
.
When
everything
was
done
they
left
the
room
,
Catherine
lingering
only
half
a
minute
behind
her
friend
to
throw
a
parting
glance
on
every
well
-
known
,
cherished
object
,
and
went
down
to
the
breakfast
-
parlour
,
where
breakfast
was
prepared
.
She
tried
to
eat
,
as
well
to
save
herself
from
the
pain
of
being
urged
as
to
make
her
friend
comfortable
;
but
she
had
no
appetite
,
and
could
not
swallow
many
mouthfuls
.
The
contrast
between
this
and
her
last
breakfast
in
that
room
gave
her
fresh
misery
,
and
strengthened
her
distaste
for
everything
before
her
.
It
was
not
four
and
twenty
hours
ago
since
they
had
met
there
to
the
same
repast
,
but
in
circumstances
how
different
!
With
what
cheerful
ease
,
what
happy
,
though
false
,
security
,
had
she
then
looked
around
her
,
enjoying
everything
present
,
and
fearing
little
in
future
,
beyond
Henry
’
s
going
to
Woodston
for
a
day
!
Happy
,
happy
breakfast
!
For
Henry
had
been
there
;
Henry
had
sat
by
her
and
helped
her
.
These
reflections
were
long
indulged
undisturbed
by
any
address
from
her
companion
,
who
sat
as
deep
in
thought
as
herself
;
and
the
appearance
of
the
carriage
was
the
first
thing
to
startle
and
recall
them
to
the
present
moment
.
Catherine
’
s
colour
rose
at
the
sight
of
it
;
and
the
indignity
with
which
she
was
treated
,
striking
at
that
instant
on
her
mind
with
peculiar
force
,
made
her
for
a
short
time
sensible
only
of
resentment
.
Eleanor
seemed
now
impelled
into
resolution
and
speech
.
“
You
must
write
to
me
,
Catherine
,
”
she
cried
;
“
you
must
let
me
hear
from
you
as
soon
as
possible
.
Till
I
know
you
to
be
safe
at
home
,
I
shall
not
have
an
hour
’
s
comfort
.
For
one
letter
,
at
all
risks
,
all
hazards
,
I
must
entreat
.
Let
me
have
the
satisfaction
of
knowing
that
you
are
safe
at
Fullerton
,
and
have
found
your
family
well
,
and
then
,
till
I
can
ask
for
your
correspondence
as
I
ought
to
do
,
I
will
not
expect
more
.
Direct
to
me
at
Lord
Longtown
’
s
,
and
,
I
must
ask
it
,
under
cover
to
Alice
.
”
“
No
,
Eleanor
,
if
you
are
not
allowed
to
receive
a
letter
from
me
,
I
am
sure
I
had
better
not
write
.
There
can
be
no
doubt
of
my
getting
home
safe
.
”
Eleanor
only
replied
,
“
I
cannot
wonder
at
your
feelings
.
I
will
not
importune
you
.
I
will
trust
to
your
own
kindness
of
heart
when
I
am
at
a
distance
from
you
.
”
But
this
,
with
the
look
of
sorrow
accompanying
it
,
was
enough
to
melt
Catherine
’
s
pride
in
a
moment
,
and
she
instantly
said
,
“
Oh
,
Eleanor
,
I
will
write
to
you
indeed
.
”
