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And
now
I
may
dismiss
my
heroine
to
the
sleepless
couch
,
which
is
the
true
heroine
’
s
portion
;
to
a
pillow
strewed
with
thorns
and
wet
with
tears
.
And
lucky
may
she
think
herself
,
if
she
get
another
good
night
’
s
rest
in
the
course
of
the
next
three
months
.
“
Mrs
.
Allen
,
”
said
Catherine
the
next
morning
,
“
will
there
be
any
harm
in
my
calling
on
Miss
Tilney
today
?
I
shall
not
be
easy
till
I
have
explained
everything
.
”
“
Go
,
by
all
means
,
my
dear
;
only
put
on
a
white
gown
;
Miss
Tilney
always
wears
white
.
”
Catherine
cheerfully
complied
,
and
being
properly
equipped
,
was
more
impatient
than
ever
to
be
at
the
pump
-
room
,
that
she
might
inform
herself
of
General
Tilney
’
s
lodgings
,
for
though
she
believed
they
were
in
Milsom
Street
,
she
was
not
certain
of
the
house
,
and
Mrs
.
Allen
’
s
wavering
convictions
only
made
it
more
doubtful
.
To
Milsom
Street
she
was
directed
,
and
having
made
herself
perfect
in
the
number
,
hastened
away
with
eager
steps
and
a
beating
heart
to
pay
her
visit
,
explain
her
conduct
,
and
be
forgiven
;
tripping
lightly
through
the
church
-
yard
,
and
resolutely
turning
away
her
eyes
,
that
she
might
not
be
obliged
to
see
her
beloved
Isabella
and
her
dear
family
,
who
,
she
had
reason
to
believe
,
were
in
a
shop
hard
by
.
She
reached
the
house
without
any
impediment
,
looked
at
the
number
,
knocked
at
the
door
,
and
inquired
for
Miss
Tilney
.
The
man
believed
Miss
Tilney
to
be
at
home
,
but
was
not
quite
certain
.
Would
she
be
pleased
to
send
up
her
name
?
She
gave
her
card
.
In
a
few
minutes
the
servant
returned
,
and
with
a
look
which
did
not
quite
confirm
his
words
,
said
he
had
been
mistaken
,
for
that
Miss
Tilney
was
walked
out
.
Catherine
,
with
a
blush
of
mortification
,
left
the
house
.
She
felt
almost
persuaded
that
Miss
Tilney
was
at
home
,
and
too
much
offended
to
admit
her
;
and
as
she
retired
down
the
street
,
could
not
withhold
one
glance
at
the
drawing
-
room
windows
,
in
expectation
of
seeing
her
there
,
but
no
one
appeared
at
them
.
At
the
bottom
of
the
street
,
however
,
she
looked
back
again
,
and
then
,
not
at
a
window
,
but
issuing
from
the
door
,
she
saw
Miss
Tilney
herself
.
She
was
followed
by
a
gentleman
,
whom
Catherine
believed
to
be
her
father
,
and
they
turned
up
towards
Edgar
’
s
Buildings
.
Catherine
,
in
deep
mortification
,
proceeded
on
her
way
.
She
could
almost
be
angry
herself
at
such
angry
incivility
;
but
she
checked
the
resentful
sensation
;
she
remembered
her
own
ignorance
.
She
knew
not
how
such
an
offence
as
hers
might
be
classed
by
the
laws
of
worldly
politeness
,
to
what
a
degree
of
unforgivingness
it
might
with
propriety
lead
,
nor
to
what
rigours
of
rudeness
in
return
it
might
justly
make
her
amenable
.
Dejected
and
humbled
,
she
had
even
some
thoughts
of
not
going
with
the
others
to
the
theatre
that
night
;
but
it
must
be
confessed
that
they
were
not
of
long
continuance
,
for
she
soon
recollected
,
in
the
first
place
,
that
she
was
without
any
excuse
for
staying
at
home
;
and
,
in
the
second
,
that
it
was
a
play
she
wanted
very
much
to
see
.
To
the
theatre
accordingly
they
all
went
;
no
Tilneys
appeared
to
plague
or
please
her
;
she
feared
that
,
amongst
the
many
perfections
of
the
family
,
a
fondness
for
plays
was
not
to
be
ranked
;
but
perhaps
it
was
because
they
were
habituated
to
the
finer
performances
of
the
London
stage
,
which
she
knew
,
on
Isabella
’
s
authority
,
rendered
everything
else
of
the
kind
“
quite
horrid
.
”
She
was
not
deceived
in
her
own
expectation
of
pleasure
;
the
comedy
so
well
suspended
her
care
that
no
one
,
observing
her
during
the
first
four
acts
,
would
have
supposed
she
had
any
wretchedness
about
her
.
On
the
beginning
of
the
fifth
,
however
,
the
sudden
view
of
Mr
.
Henry
Tilney
and
his
father
,
joining
a
party
in
the
opposite
box
,
recalled
her
to
anxiety
and
distress
.
The
stage
could
no
longer
excite
genuine
merriment
—
no
longer
keep
her
whole
attention
.
Every
other
look
upon
an
average
was
directed
towards
the
opposite
box
;
and
,
for
the
space
of
two
entire
scenes
,
did
she
thus
watch
Henry
Tilney
,
without
being
once
able
to
catch
his
eye
.
No
longer
could
he
be
suspected
of
indifference
for
a
play
;
his
notice
was
never
withdrawn
from
the
stage
during
two
whole
scenes
.
At
length
,
however
,
he
did
look
towards
her
,
and
he
bowed
—
but
such
a
bow
!
No
smile
,
no
continued
observance
attended
it
;
his
eyes
were
immediately
returned
to
their
former
direction
.
Catherine
was
restlessly
miserable
;
she
could
almost
have
run
round
to
the
box
in
which
he
sat
and
forced
him
to
hear
her
explanation
.
Feelings
rather
natural
than
heroic
possessed
her
;
instead
of
considering
her
own
dignity
injured
by
this
ready
condemnation
—
instead
of
proudly
resolving
,
in
conscious
innocence
,
to
show
her
resentment
towards
him
who
could
harbour
a
doubt
of
it
,
to
leave
to
him
all
the
trouble
of
seeking
an
explanation
,
and
to
enlighten
him
on
the
past
only
by
avoiding
his
sight
,
or
flirting
with
somebody
else
—
she
took
to
herself
all
the
shame
of
misconduct
,
or
at
least
of
its
appearance
,
and
was
only
eager
for
an
opportunity
of
explaining
its
cause
.
The
play
concluded
—
the
curtain
fell
—
Henry
Tilney
was
no
longer
to
be
seen
where
he
had
hitherto
sat
,
but
his
father
remained
,
and
perhaps
he
might
be
now
coming
round
to
their
box
.
She
was
right
;
in
a
few
minutes
he
appeared
,
and
,
making
his
way
through
the
then
thinning
rows
,
spoke
with
like
calm
politeness
to
Mrs
.
Allen
and
her
friend
.
Not
with
such
calmness
was
he
answered
by
the
latter
:
“
Oh
!
Mr
.
Tilney
,
I
have
been
quite
wild
to
speak
to
you
,
and
make
my
apologies
.
You
must
have
thought
me
so
rude
;
but
indeed
it
was
not
my
own
fault
,
was
it
,
Mrs
.
Allen
?
Did
not
they
tell
me
that
Mr
.
Tilney
and
his
sister
were
gone
out
in
a
phaeton
together
?
And
then
what
could
I
do
?
But
I
had
ten
thousand
times
rather
have
been
with
you
;
now
had
not
I
,
Mrs
.
Allen
?
”
“
My
dear
,
you
tumble
my
gown
,
”
was
Mrs
.
Allen
’
s
reply
.
