Austen Said:

“That never occurred to me; and of course, not seeing him anywhere, I thought he must be gone. Was not the young lady he danced with on Monday a Miss Smith?”

“I dare say she was very glad to dance. Do you think her pretty?”

“He never comes to the pump-room, I suppose?”

“I hope I shall have the pleasure of seeing you again soon,”

“Shall you be at the cotillion ball tomorrow?

“I am glad of it, for we shall all be there.”

“Do not be frightened, my dear Catherine,”

“but I am really going to dance with your brother again. I declare positively it is quite shocking. I tell him he ought to be ashamed of himself, but you and John must keep us in countenance. Make haste, my dear creature, and come to us. John is just walked off, but he will be back in a moment.”

her folly, in supposing that among such a crowd they should even meet with the Tilneys in any reasonable time,

To escape,

so narrowly escape John Thorpe, and to be asked, so immediately on his joining her, asked by Mr. Tilney, as if he had sought her on purpose! — it did not appear to her that life could supply any greater felicity.

“I wonder you should think so, for you never asked me.”

“Oh, no; they will never think of me, after such a description as that.”

“But they are such very different things!”

“To be sure not. People that marry can never part, but must go and keep house together. People that dance only stand opposite each other in a long room for half an hour.”

“Yes, to be sure, as you state it, all this sounds very well; but still they are so very different. I cannot look upon them at all in the same light, nor think the same duties belong to them.”

“No, indeed, I never thought of that.”

“Mr. Thorpe is such a very particular friend of my brother’s, that if he talks to me, I must talk to him again; but there are hardly three young men in the room besides him that I have any acquaintance with.”

“Nay, I am sure you cannot have a better; for if I do not know anybody, it is impossible for me to talk to them; and, besides, I do not want to talk to anybody.”

“Yes, quite — more so, indeed.”

“I do not think I should be tired, if I were to stay here six months.”

“Well, other people must judge for themselves, and those who go to London may think nothing of Bath. But I, who live in a small retired village in the country, can never find greater sameness in such a place as this than in my own home; for here are a variety of amusements, a variety of things to be seen and done all day long, which I can know nothing of there.”

“Yes, I am. I have always lived there, and always been very happy. But certainly there is much more sameness in a country life than in a Bath life. One day in the country is exactly like another.”

“Do I?”

“I do not believe there is much difference.”

“And so I am at home — only I do not find so much of it. I walk about here, and so I do there; but here I see a variety of people in every street, and there I can only go and call on Mrs. Allen.”

“Oh! Yes. I shall never be in want of something to talk of again to Mrs. Allen, or anybody else. I really believe I shall always be talking of Bath, when I am at home again — I do like it so very much. If I could but have Papa and Mamma, and the rest of them here, I suppose I should be too happy! James’s coming (my eldest brother) is quite delightful — and especially as it turns out that the very family we are just got so intimate with are his intimate friends already. Oh! Who can ever be tired of Bath?”

“Oh!”

“Oh!”

“How handsome a family they are!”

she might find nobody to go with her,

“I shall like it,”

“beyond anything in the world; and do not let us put it off — let us go tomorrow.”

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.”

“My sweetest Catherine, is not this delightful? We shall have a most heavenly drive. You are to thank your brother and me for the scheme; it darted into our heads at breakfast-time, I verily believe at the same instant; and we should have been off two hours ago if it had not been for this detestable rain. But it does not signify, the nights are moonlight, and we shall do delightfully. Oh! I am in such ecstasies at the thoughts of a little country air and quiet! So much better than going to the Lower Rooms. We shall drive directly to Clifton and dine there; and, as soon as dinner is over, if there is time for it, go on to Kingsweston.”

“Blaize Castle!”