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The
progress
of
the
friendship
between
Catherine
and
Isabella
was
quick
as
its
beginning
had
been
warm
,
and
they
passed
so
rapidly
through
every
gradation
of
increasing
tenderness
that
there
was
shortly
no
fresh
proof
of
it
to
be
given
to
their
friends
or
themselves
.
They
called
each
other
by
their
Christian
name
,
were
always
arm
in
arm
when
they
walked
,
pinned
up
each
other
’
s
train
for
the
dance
,
and
were
not
to
be
divided
in
the
set
;
and
if
a
rainy
morning
deprived
them
of
other
enjoyments
,
they
were
still
resolute
in
meeting
in
defiance
of
wet
and
dirt
,
and
shut
themselves
up
,
to
read
novels
together
.
Yes
,
novels
;
for
I
will
not
adopt
that
ungenerous
and
impolitic
custom
so
common
with
novel
-
writers
,
of
degrading
by
their
contemptuous
censure
the
very
performances
,
to
the
number
of
which
they
are
themselves
adding
—
joining
with
their
greatest
enemies
in
bestowing
the
harshest
epithets
on
such
works
,
and
scarcely
ever
permitting
them
to
be
read
by
their
own
heroine
,
who
,
if
she
accidentally
take
up
a
novel
,
is
sure
to
turn
over
its
insipid
pages
with
disgust
.
Alas
!
If
the
heroine
of
one
novel
be
not
patronized
by
the
heroine
of
another
,
from
whom
can
she
expect
protection
and
regard
?
I
cannot
approve
of
it
.
Let
us
leave
it
to
the
reviewers
to
abuse
such
effusions
of
fancy
at
their
leisure
,
and
over
every
new
novel
to
talk
in
threadbare
strains
of
the
trash
with
which
the
press
now
groans
.
Let
us
not
desert
one
another
;
we
are
an
injured
body
.
Although
our
productions
have
afforded
more
extensive
and
unaffected
pleasure
than
those
of
any
other
literary
corporation
in
the
world
,
no
species
of
composition
has
been
so
much
decried
.
From
pride
,
ignorance
,
or
fashion
,
our
foes
are
almost
as
many
as
our
readers
.
And
while
the
abilities
of
the
nine
-
hundredth
abridger
of
the
History
of
England
,
or
of
the
man
who
collects
and
publishes
in
a
volume
some
dozen
lines
of
Milton
,
Pope
,
and
Prior
,
with
a
paper
from
the
Spectator
,
and
a
chapter
from
Sterne
,
are
eulogized
by
a
thousand
pens
—
there
seems
almost
a
general
wish
of
decrying
the
capacity
and
undervaluing
the
labour
of
the
novelist
,
and
of
slighting
the
performances
which
have
only
genius
,
wit
,
and
taste
to
recommend
them
“
I
am
no
novel
-
reader
—
I
seldom
look
into
novels
—
Do
not
imagine
that
I
often
read
novels
—
It
is
really
very
well
for
a
novel
.
”
Such
is
the
common
cant
.
“
And
what
are
you
reading
,
Miss
—
?
”
“
Oh
!
It
is
only
a
novel
!
”
replies
the
young
lady
,
while
she
lays
down
her
book
with
affected
indifference
,
or
momentary
shame
.
“
It
is
only
Cecilia
,
or
Camilla
,
or
Belinda
”
;
or
,
in
short
,
only
some
work
in
which
the
greatest
powers
of
the
mind
are
displayed
,
in
which
the
most
thorough
knowledge
of
human
nature
,
the
happiest
delineation
of
its
varieties
,
the
liveliest
effusions
of
wit
and
humour
,
are
conveyed
to
the
world
in
the
best
-
chosen
language
.
Now
,
had
the
same
young
lady
been
engaged
with
a
volume
of
the
Spectator
,
instead
of
such
a
work
,
how
proudly
would
she
have
produced
the
book
,
and
told
its
name
;
though
the
chances
must
be
against
her
being
occupied
by
any
part
of
that
voluminous
publication
,
of
which
either
the
matter
or
manner
would
not
disgust
a
young
person
of
taste
:
the
substance
of
its
papers
so
often
consisting
in
the
statement
of
improbable
circumstances
,
unnatural
characters
,
and
topics
of
conversation
which
no
longer
concern
anyone
living
;
and
their
language
,
too
,
frequently
so
coarse
as
to
give
no
very
favourable
idea
of
the
age
that
could
endure
it
.
The
following
conversation
,
which
took
place
between
the
two
friends
in
the
pump
-
room
one
morning
,
after
an
acquaintance
of
eight
or
nine
days
,
is
given
as
a
specimen
of
their
very
warm
attachment
,
and
of
the
delicacy
,
discretion
,
originality
of
thought
,
and
literary
taste
which
marked
the
reasonableness
of
that
attachment
.
They
met
by
appointment
;
and
as
Isabella
had
arrived
nearly
five
minutes
before
her
friend
,
her
first
address
naturally
was
,
“
My
dearest
creature
,
what
can
have
made
you
so
late
?
I
have
been
waiting
for
you
at
least
this
age
!
”
“
Have
you
,
indeed
!
I
am
very
sorry
for
it
;
but
really
I
thought
I
was
in
very
good
time
.
It
is
but
just
one
.
I
hope
you
have
not
been
here
long
?
”
“
Oh
!
These
ten
ages
at
least
.
I
am
sure
I
have
been
here
this
half
hour
.
But
now
,
let
us
go
and
sit
down
at
the
other
end
of
the
room
,
and
enjoy
ourselves
.
I
have
an
hundred
things
to
say
to
you
.
In
the
first
place
,
I
was
so
afraid
it
would
rain
this
morning
,
just
as
I
wanted
to
set
off
;
it
looked
very
showery
,
and
that
would
have
thrown
me
into
agonies
!
Do
you
know
,
I
saw
the
prettiest
hat
you
can
imagine
,
in
a
shop
window
in
Milsom
Street
just
now
—
very
like
yours
,
only
with
coquelicot
ribbons
instead
of
green
;
I
quite
longed
for
it
.
But
,
my
dearest
Catherine
,
what
have
you
been
doing
with
yourself
all
this
morning
?
Have
you
gone
on
with
Udolpho
?
”
“
Yes
,
I
have
been
reading
it
ever
since
I
woke
;
and
I
am
got
to
the
black
veil
.
”
“
Are
you
,
indeed
?
How
delightful
!
Oh
!
I
would
not
tell
you
what
is
behind
the
black
veil
for
the
world
!
Are
not
you
wild
to
know
?
”
