In chatting with Miss Tilney before the evening concluded,a new source of felicity arose to her.She had never taken a country walk since her arrival in Bath.Miss Tilney,to whom all the commonly frequented environs were familiar,spoke of them in terms which made her all eagerness to know them too;and on her openly fearing that she might find nobody to go with her,it was proposed by the brother and sister that they should join in a walk,some morning or other.‘I shall like it,’she cried,‘beyond anything in the world;and do not let us put it off let us go tomorrow.’This was readily agreed to,with only a proviso of Miss Tilney's ,that it did not rain,which Catherine was sure it would not.At twelve o'clock,they were to call for her in Pulteney Street and ‘remember twelve o'clock,’was her parting speech to her new friend.Of her other,her older,her more established friend,Isabella,of whose fidelity and worth she had enjoyed a fortnight's experience,she scarcely saw anything during the evening.Yet,though longing to make her acquainted with her happiness,she cheerfully submitted to the wish of Mr Allen,which took them rather early away,and her spirits danced within her,as she danced in her chair all the way home.
Chapter 11
The morrow brought a very sober looking morning;the sun making only a few efforts to appear;and Catherine augured from it,everything most favourable to her wishes.A bright morning,so early in the year,she allowed would generally turn to rain,but a cloudy one foretold improvement as the day advanced.She applied to Mr Allen for confirmation of her hopes,but Mr Allen not having his own skies and barometer about him,declined giving any absolute promise of sunshine.She applied to Mrs Allen,and Mrs Allen's opinion was more positive.‘She had no doubt in the world of its being a very fine day,if the clouds would only go off,and the sun keep out.’
At about eleven o'clock however,a few specks of small rain upon the windows caught Catherine's watchful eye,and ‘Oh!dear,I do believe it will be wet,’broke from her in a most desponding tone.
‘I thought how it would be,’said Mrs Allen.
‘No walk for me today,’sighed Catherine; ‘but perhaps it may come to nothing,or it may hold up before twelve.’
‘Perhaps it may,but then,my dear,it will be so dirty.’
‘Oh!that will not signify;I never mind dirt.’
‘No,’replied her friend very placidly,‘I know you never mind dirt.’
After a short pause,‘It comes on faster and faster!’said Catherine,as she stood watching at a window.
‘So it does indeed.If it keeps raining,the streets will be very wet.’
‘There are four umbrellas up already.How I hate the sight of an umbrella!’
‘They are disagreeable things to carry.I would much rather take a chair at any time.’
‘It was such a nice looking morning!I felt so convinced it would be dry!’
‘Anybody would have thought so indeed.There will be very few people in the Pump room,if it rains all the morning.I hope Mr Allen will put on his great coat when he goes,but I dare say he will not,for he had rather do anything in the world than walk out in a great coat;I wonder he should dislike it,it must be so comfortable.’
The rain continued fast,though not heavy.Catherine went every five minutes to the clock,threatening on each return that,if it still kept on raining another five minutes,she would give up the matter as hopeless.The clock struck twelve,and it still rained. ‘You will not be able to go,my dear.’
‘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!’
At half past twelve,when Catherine's anxious attention to the weather was over,and she could no longer claim any merit from its amendment,the sky began voluntarily to clear.A gleam of sunshine took her quite by surprise;she looked round;the clouds were parting,and she instantly returned to the window to watch over and encourage the happy appearance.Ten minutes more made it certain that a bright afternoon would succeed,and justified the opinion of Mrs Allen,who had ‘always thought it would clear up.’But whether Catherine might still expect her friends,whether there had not been too much rain for Miss Tilney to venture,must yet be a question.
It was too dirty for Mrs Allen to accompany her husband to the Pump room;he accordingly set off by himself,and Catherine had barely watched him down the street,when her notice was claimed by the approach of the same two open carriages,containing the same three people that had surprised her so much a few mornings back.
‘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.’Mrs Allen agreed to it.John Thorpe was soon with them,and his voice was with them yet sooner,for on the stairs he was calling out to Miss Morland to be quick.‘Make haste!make haste!’as he threw open the door -‘put on your hat this moment there is no time to be lost we are going to Bristol. How d'ye do,Mrs Allen?’
