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Catherine
,
relieved
for
herself
,
felt
uneasy
for
Isabella
,
and
after
a
moment
’
s
thought
,
asked
Mr
.
Allen
whether
it
would
not
be
both
proper
and
kind
in
her
to
write
to
Miss
Thorpe
,
and
explain
the
indecorum
of
which
she
must
be
as
insensible
as
herself
;
for
she
considered
that
Isabella
might
otherwise
perhaps
be
going
to
Clifton
the
next
day
,
in
spite
of
what
had
passed
.
Mr
.
Allen
,
however
,
discouraged
her
from
doing
any
such
thing
.
“
You
had
better
leave
her
alone
,
my
dear
;
she
is
old
enough
to
know
what
she
is
about
,
and
if
not
,
has
a
mother
to
advise
her
.
Mrs
.
Thorpe
is
too
indulgent
beyond
a
doubt
;
but
,
however
,
you
had
better
not
interfere
.
She
and
your
brother
choose
to
go
,
and
you
will
be
only
getting
ill
will
.
”
Catherine
submitted
,
and
though
sorry
to
think
that
Isabella
should
be
doing
wrong
,
felt
greatly
relieved
by
Mr
.
Allen
’
s
approbation
of
her
own
conduct
,
and
truly
rejoiced
to
be
preserved
by
his
advice
from
the
danger
of
falling
into
such
an
error
herself
Her
escape
from
being
one
of
the
party
to
Clifton
was
now
an
escape
indeed
;
for
what
would
the
Tilneys
have
thought
of
her
,
if
she
had
broken
her
promise
to
them
in
order
to
do
what
was
wrong
in
itself
,
if
she
had
been
guilty
of
one
breach
of
propriety
,
only
to
enable
her
to
be
guilty
of
another
?
The
next
morning
was
fair
,
and
Catherine
almost
expected
another
attack
from
the
assembled
party
.
With
Mr
.
Allen
to
support
her
,
she
felt
no
dread
of
the
event
:
but
she
would
gladly
be
spared
a
contest
,
where
victory
itself
was
painful
,
and
was
heartily
rejoiced
therefore
at
neither
seeing
nor
hearing
anything
of
them
.
The
Tilneys
called
for
her
at
the
appointed
time
;
and
no
new
difficulty
arising
,
no
sudden
recollection
,
no
unexpected
summons
,
no
impertinent
intrusion
to
disconcert
their
measures
,
my
heroine
was
most
unnaturally
able
to
fulfil
her
engagement
,
though
it
was
made
with
the
hero
himself
.
They
determined
on
walking
round
Beechen
Cliff
,
that
noble
hill
whose
beautiful
verdure
and
hanging
coppice
render
it
so
striking
an
object
from
almost
every
opening
in
Bath
.
“
I
never
look
at
it
,
”
said
Catherine
,
as
they
walked
along
the
side
of
the
river
,
“
without
thinking
of
the
south
of
France
.
”
“
You
have
been
abroad
then
?
”
said
Henry
,
a
little
surprised
.
“
Oh
!
No
,
I
only
mean
what
I
have
read
about
.
It
always
puts
me
in
mind
of
the
country
that
Emily
and
her
father
travelled
through
,
in
The
Mysteries
of
Udolpho
.
But
you
never
read
novels
,
I
dare
say
?
”
“
Why
not
?
”
“
Because
they
are
not
clever
enough
for
you
—
gentlemen
read
better
books
.
”
“
The
person
,
be
it
gentleman
or
lady
,
who
has
not
pleasure
in
a
good
novel
,
must
be
intolerably
stupid
.
I
have
read
all
Mrs
.
Radcliffe
’
s
works
,
and
most
of
them
with
great
pleasure
.
The
Mysteries
of
Udolpho
,
when
I
had
once
begun
it
,
I
could
not
lay
down
again
;
I
remember
finishing
it
in
two
days
—
my
hair
standing
on
end
the
whole
time
.
