Austen Said:

it would not.

“Remember — twelve o’clock,”

A bright morning so early in the year,

would generally turn to rain, but a cloudy one foretold improvement as the day advanced.

“Oh! dear, I do believe it will be wet,”

“No walk for me today,”

“but perhaps it may come to nothing, or it may hold up before twelve.”

“Oh! That will not signify; I never mind dirt.”

“It comes on faster and faster!”

“There are four umbrellas up already. How I hate the sight of an umbrella!”

“It was such a nice-looking morning! I felt so convinced it would be dry!”

if it still kept on raining another five minutes, she would give up the matter as hopeless.

“I do not quite despair yet. I shall not give it up till a quarter after twelve. This is just the time of day for it to clear up, and I do think it looks a little lighter. There, it is twenty minutes after twelve, and now I shall give it up entirely. Oh! That we had such weather here as they had at Udolpho, or at least in Tuscany and the south of France! — the night that poor St. Aubin died! — such beautiful weather!”

“Isabella, my brother, and Mr. Thorpe, I declare! They are coming for me perhaps — but I shall not go — I cannot go indeed, for you know Miss Tilney may still call.”

“To Bristol! Is not that a great way off? But, however, I cannot go with you today, because I am engaged; I expect some friends every moment.”

“Blaize Castle!”

“What is that’?”

“What, is it really a castle, an old castle?”

“But is it like what one reads of?”

“But now really — are there towers and long galleries?”

“Then I should like to see it; but I cannot — I cannot go.

“I cannot go, because”

“I expect Miss Tilney and her brother to call on me to take a country walk. They promised to come at twelve, only it rained; but now, as it is so fine, I dare say they will be here soon.”

“I do not know indeed.”

“Yes.

“Did you indeed?”

“It is very odd! But I suppose they thought it would be too dirty for a walk.”

“I should like to see the castle; but may we go all over it? May we go up every staircase, and into every suite of rooms?”

“But then, if they should only be gone out for an hour till it is dryer, and call by and by?”

“Then I will. Shall I go, Mrs. Allen?”

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;

they might have gone with very little inconvenience.

“Who? Where?”

“Stop, stop, Mr. Thorpe,”

“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.”

“Pray, pray stop, Mr. Thorpe. I cannot go on. I will not go on. I must go back to Miss Tilney.”

“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?”

“No, he is not,”

“for I am sure he could not afford it.”

“Because he has not money enough.”

“Nobody’s, that I know of.”

“Mrs. Allen,”

“will there be any harm in my calling on Miss Tilney today? I shall not be easy till I have explained everything.”

her beloved Isabella and her dear family,

“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?”

“But indeed I did not wish you a pleasant walk; I never thought of such a thing; but I begged Mr. Thorpe so earnestly to stop; I called out to him as soon as ever I saw you; now, Mrs. Allen, did not — Oh! You were not there; but indeed I did; and, if Mr. Thorpe would only have stopped, I would have jumped out and run after you.”

“Oh! Do not say Miss Tilney was not angry,”

“because I know she was; for she would not see me this morning when I called; I saw her walk out of the house the next minute after my leaving it; I was hurt, but I was not affronted. Perhaps you did not know I had been there.”

“But, Mr. Tilney, why were you less generous than your sister? If she felt such confidence in my good intentions, and could suppose it to be only a mistake, why should you be so ready to take offence?”

“Nay, I am sure by your look, when you came into the box, you were angry.”