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It could not be General Tilney’s fault. That he was perfectly agreeable and good-natured, and altogether a very charming man, did not admit of a doubt, for he was tall and handsome, and Henry’s father. He could not be accountable for his children’s want of spirits, or for her want of enjoyment in his company.
“But it was not so bad as that, Isabella; there was no superciliousness; she was very civil.”
“I do not say so; but he did not seem in good spirits.”
“Unworthy! I do not suppose he ever thinks of me.”
“But as for General Tilney, I assure you it would be impossible for anybody to behave to me with greater civility and attention; it seemed to be his only care to entertain and make me happy.”
“Well, I shall see how they behave to me this evening; we shall meet them at the rooms.”
“Do not you intend it? I thought it was all settled.”
there had been no insolence in the manners either of brother or sister;
there being any pride in their hearts.
it possible
some people might think him handsomer than his brother,
it a very long quarter of an hour,
she was very sure Miss Thorpe did not mean to dance at all.
“Your brother will not mind it, I know,”
“because I heard him say before that he hated dancing; but it was very good-natured in him to think of it. I suppose he saw Isabella sitting down, and fancied she might wish for a partner; but he is quite mistaken, for she would not dance upon any account in the world.”
“Why? What do you mean?”
“I do not understand you.”
“Me? Yes; I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.”
“But pray tell me what you mean.”
“No, no; it shall not do either; I am not afraid.”
“I cannot think how it could happen! Isabella was so determined not to dance.”
“Oh! But, because — And your brother! After what you told him from me, how could he think of going to ask her?”
“You are laughing; but, I assure you, Isabella is very firm in general.”
“Then why did not you?”
“He is very handsome indeed.”
having everything so pleasantly settled.
“I am very sure,”
“that my father has promised to do as much as he can afford.”
the delay of the marriage was the only source of Isabella’s regret;
To have her acquaintance with the Tilneys end so soon
her delight in Mr. Allen’s lengthened stay
“By the end of another week!”
“I am very sorry for it,”
“if I had known this before — ”
might introduce a desire of their corresponding.
To receive so flattering an invitation!
“I will write home directly,”
“and if they do not object, as I dare say they will not — ”
This indulgence,
being favoured beyond every other human creature, in friends and fortune, circumstance and chance. Everything seemed to cooperate for her advantage. By the kindness of her first friends, the Allens, she had been introduced into scenes where pleasures of every kind had met her. Her feelings, her preferences, had each known the happiness of a return. Wherever she felt attachment, she had been able to create it. The affection of Isabella was to be secured to her in a sister. The Tilneys, they, by whom, above all, she desired to be favourably thought of, outstripped even her wishes in the flattering measures by which their intimacy was to be continued.
She was to be their chosen visitor, she was to be for weeks under the same roof with the person whose society she mostly prized — and, in addition to all the rest, this roof was to be the roof of an abbey!
It was wonderful that her friends should seem so little elated by the possession of such a home, that the consciousness of it should be so meekly borne. The power of early habit only could account for it. A distinction to which they had been born gave no pride. Their superiority of abode was no more to them than their superiority of person.
“This is my favourite place,”
“it is so out of the way.”
“Do not be uneasy, Isabella, James will soon be here.”
“You shall certainly have the best in my power to give. But who are you looking for? Are your sisters coming?”
“But I thought, Isabella, you had something in particular to tell me?”
“No, indeed, I cannot.”
“With me, dear Isabella!”
her astonishment at such a charge,