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“
Mrs
.
Allen
,
you
must
persuade
her
to
go
,
”
was
the
general
cry
.
Mrs
.
Allen
was
not
inattentive
to
it
:
“
Well
,
my
dear
,
”
said
she
,
“
suppose
you
go
.
”
And
in
two
minutes
they
were
off
.
Catherine
’
s
feelings
,
as
she
got
into
the
carriage
,
were
in
a
very
unsettled
state
;
divided
between
regret
for
the
loss
of
one
great
pleasure
,
and
the
hope
of
soon
enjoying
another
,
almost
its
equal
in
degree
,
however
unlike
in
kind
.
She
could
not
think
the
Tilneys
had
acted
quite
well
by
her
,
in
so
readily
giving
up
their
engagement
,
without
sending
her
any
message
of
excuse
.
It
was
now
but
an
hour
later
than
the
time
fixed
on
for
the
beginning
of
their
walk
;
and
,
in
spite
of
what
she
had
heard
of
the
prodigious
accumulation
of
dirt
in
the
course
of
that
hour
,
she
could
not
from
her
own
observation
help
thinking
that
they
might
have
gone
with
very
little
inconvenience
.
To
feel
herself
slighted
by
them
was
very
painful
.
On
the
other
hand
,
the
delight
of
exploring
an
edifice
like
Udolpho
,
as
her
fancy
represented
Blaize
Castle
to
be
,
was
such
a
counterpoise
of
good
as
might
console
her
for
almost
anything
.
They
passed
briskly
down
Pulteney
Street
,
and
through
Laura
Place
,
without
the
exchange
of
many
words
.
Thorpe
talked
to
his
horse
,
and
she
meditated
,
by
turns
,
on
broken
promises
and
broken
arches
,
phaetons
and
false
hangings
,
Tilneys
and
trap
-
doors
.
As
they
entered
Argyle
Buildings
,
however
,
she
was
roused
by
this
address
from
her
companion
,
“
Who
is
that
girl
who
looked
at
you
so
hard
as
she
went
by
?
”
“
Who
?
Where
?
”
“
On
the
right
-
hand
pavement
—
she
must
be
almost
out
of
sight
now
.
”
Catherine
looked
round
and
saw
Miss
Tilney
leaning
on
her
brother
’
s
arm
,
walking
slowly
down
the
street
.
She
saw
them
both
looking
back
at
her
.
“
Stop
,
stop
,
Mr
.
Thorpe
,
”
she
impatiently
cried
;
“
it
is
Miss
Tilney
;
it
is
indeed
.
How
could
you
tell
me
they
were
gone
?
Stop
,
stop
,
I
will
get
out
this
moment
and
go
to
them
.
”
But
to
what
purpose
did
she
speak
?
Thorpe
only
lashed
his
horse
into
a
brisker
trot
;
the
Tilneys
,
who
had
soon
ceased
to
look
after
her
,
were
in
a
moment
out
of
sight
round
the
corner
of
Laura
Place
,
and
in
another
moment
she
was
herself
whisked
into
the
marketplace
.
Still
,
however
,
and
during
the
length
of
another
street
,
she
entreated
him
to
stop
.
“
Pray
,
pray
stop
,
Mr
.
Thorpe
.
I
cannot
go
on
.
I
will
not
go
on
.
I
must
go
back
to
Miss
Tilney
.
”
But
Mr
.
Thorpe
only
laughed
,
smacked
his
whip
,
encouraged
his
horse
,
made
odd
noises
,
and
drove
on
;
and
Catherine
,
angry
and
vexed
as
she
was
,
having
no
power
of
getting
away
,
was
obliged
to
give
up
the
point
and
submit
.
Her
reproaches
,
however
,
were
not
spared
.
“
How
could
you
deceive
me
so
,
Mr
.
Thorpe
?
How
could
you
say
that
you
saw
them
driving
up
the
Lansdown
Road
?
I
would
not
have
had
it
happen
so
for
the
world
.
They
must
think
it
so
strange
,
so
rude
of
me
!
To
go
by
them
,
too
,
without
saying
a
word
!
You
do
not
know
how
vexed
I
am
;
I
shall
have
no
pleasure
at
Clifton
,
nor
in
anything
else
.
I
had
rather
,
ten
thousand
times
rather
,
get
out
now
,
and
walk
back
to
them
.
How
could
you
say
you
saw
them
driving
out
in
a
phaeton
?
”
Thorpe
defended
himself
very
stoutly
,
declared
he
had
never
seen
two
men
so
much
alike
in
his
life
,
and
would
hardly
give
up
the
point
of
its
having
been
Tilney
himself
.
Their
drive
,
even
when
this
subject
was
over
,
was
not
likely
to
be
very
agreeable
.
Catherine
’
s
complaisance
was
no
longer
what
it
had
been
in
their
former
airing
.
She
listened
reluctantly
,
and
her
replies
were
short
.
Blaize
Castle
remained
her
only
comfort
;
towards
that
,
she
still
looked
at
intervals
with
pleasure
;
though
rather
than
be
disappointed
of
the
promised
walk
,
and
especially
rather
than
be
thought
ill
of
by
the
Tilneys
,
she
would
willingly
have
given
up
all
the
happiness
which
its
walls
could
supply
—
the
happiness
of
a
progress
through
a
long
suite
of
lofty
rooms
,
exhibiting
the
remains
of
magnificent
furniture
,
though
now
for
many
years
deserted
—
the
happiness
of
being
stopped
in
their
way
along
narrow
,
winding
vaults
,
by
a
low
,
grated
door
;
or
even
of
having
their
lamp
,
their
only
lamp
,
extinguished
by
a
sudden
gust
of
wind
,
and
of
being
left
in
total
darkness
.
In
the
meanwhile
,
they
proceeded
on
their
journey
without
any
mischance
,
and
were
within
view
of
the
town
of
Keynsham
,
when
a
halloo
from
Morland
,
who
was
behind
them
,
made
his
friend
pull
up
,
to
know
what
was
the
matter
.
The
others
then
came
close
enough
for
conversation
,
and
Morland
said
,
“
We
had
better
go
back
,
Thorpe
;
it
is
too
late
to
go
on
today
;
your
sister
thinks
so
as
well
as
I
.
We
have
been
exactly
an
hour
coming
from
Pulteney
Street
,
very
little
more
than
seven
miles
;
and
,
I
suppose
,
we
have
at
least
eight
more
to
go
.
It
will
never
do
.
We
set
out
a
great
deal
too
late
.
We
had
much
better
put
it
off
till
another
day
,
and
turn
round
.
”
“
It
is
all
one
to
me
,
”
replied
Thorpe
rather
angrily
;
and
instantly
turning
his
horse
,
they
were
on
their
way
back
to
Bath
.
“
If
your
brother
had
not
got
such
a
d
—
beast
to
drive
,
”
said
he
soon
afterwards
,
“
we
might
have
done
it
very
well
.
My
horse
would
have
trotted
to
Clifton
within
the
hour
,
if
left
to
himself
,
and
I
have
almost
broke
my
arm
with
pulling
him
in
to
that
cursed
broken
-
winded
jade
’
s
pace
.
Morland
is
a
fool
for
not
keeping
a
horse
and
gig
of
his
own
.
”
