Her father,mother,Sarah,George,and Harriet,all assembled at the door,to welcome her with affectionate eagerness,was a sight to awaken the best feelings of Catherine's heart;and in the embrace of each,as she stepped from the carriage,she found herself soothed beyond anything that she had believed possible.So surrounded,so caressed,she was even happy!In the joyfulness of family love everything for a short time was subdued,and the pleasure of seeing her,leaving them at first little leisure for calm curiosity,they were all seated round the tea table,which Mrs Morland had hurried for the comfort of the poor traveller,whose pale and jaded looks soon caught her notice,before any inquiry so direct as to demand a positive answer was addressed to her.
Reluctantly,and with much hesitation,did she then begin what might perhaps,at the end of half an hour,be termed by the courtesy of her hearers,an explanation;but scarcely,within that time,could they at all discover the cause,or collect the particulars of her sudden return.They were far from being an irritable race;far from any quickness in catching,or bitterness in resenting affronts: but here,when the whole was unfolded,was an insult not to be overlooked,nor,for the first half hour,to be easily pardoned.Without suffering any romantic alarm,in the consideration of their daughter's long and lonely journey,Mr and Mrs Morland could not but feel that it might have been productive of much unpleasantness to her;that it was what they could never have voluntarily suffered;and that,in forcing her on such a measure,General Tilney had acted neither honourably nor feelingly neither as a gentleman nor as a parent.Why he had done it,what could have provoked him to such a breach of hospitality,and so suddenly turned all his partial regard for their daughter into actual ill will,was a matter which they were at least as far from divining as Catherine herself;but it did not oppress them by any means so long;and,after a due course of useless conjecture,that,‘it was a strange business,and that he must be a very strange man,’grew enough for all their indignation and wonder;though Sarah indeed still indulged in the sweets of incomprehensibility,exclaiming and conjecturing with youthful ardour. ‘My dear,you give yourself a great deal of needless trouble,’said her mother at last;‘depend upon it,it is something not at all worth understanding.’
‘I can allow for his wishing Catherine away,when he recollected this engagement,’said Sarah,‘but why not do it civilly?’
‘I am sorry for the young people,’returned Mrs Morland;‘they must have a sad time of it;but as for anything else,it is no matter now;Catherine is safe at home,and our comfort does not depend upon General Tilney.’Catherine sighed.‘Well,’continued her philosophic mother,‘I am glad I did not know of your journey at the time;but now it is all over perhaps there is no great harm done.It is always good for young people to be put upon exerting themselves;and you know,my dear Catherine,you always were a sad little scatter brained creature;but now you must have been forced to have your wits about you,with so much changing of chaises and so forth;and I hope it will appear that you have not left anything behind you in any of the pockets.’
Catherine hoped so too,and tried to feel an interest in her own amendment,but her spirits were quite worn down;and,to be silent and alone becoming soon her only wish,she readily agreed to her mother's next counsel of going early to bed.Her parents seeing nothing in her ill looks and agitation but the natural consequence of mortified feelings,and of the unusual exertion and fatigue of such a journey,parted from her without any doubt of their being soon slept away;and though,when they all met the next morning,her recovery was not equal to their hopes,they were still perfectly unsuspicious of there being any deeper evil.They never once thought of her heart,which,for the parents of a young lady of seventeen,just returned from her first excursion from home,was odd enough!
As soon as breakfast was over,she sat down to fulfil her promise to Miss Tilney,whose trust in the effect of time and distance on her friend's disposition was already justified,for already did Catherine reproach herself with having parted from Eleanor coldly;with having never enough valued her merits or kindness;and never enough commiserated her for what she had been yesterday left to endure.The strength of these feelings,however,was far from assisting her pen;and never had it been harder for her to write than in addressing Eleanor Tilney.To compose a letter which might at once do justice to her sentiments and her situation,convey gratitude without servile regret,be guarded without coldness,and honest without resentment a letter which Eleanor might not be pained by the perusal of and,above all,which she might not blush herself,if Henry should chance to see,was an undertaking to frighten away all her powers of performance;and,after long thought and much perplexity,to be very brief was all that she could determine on with any confidence of safety.The money therefore which Eleanor had advanced was enclosed with little more than grateful thanks,and the thousand good wishes of a most affectionate heart.
‘This has been a strange acquaintance,’observed Mrs Morland,as the letter was finished;‘soon made and soon ended. I am sorry it happens so,for Mrs Allen thought them very pretty kind of young people;and you were sadly out of luck too in your Isabella.Ah!poor James!Well,we must live and learn;and the next new friends you make I hope will be better worth keeping.’
Catherine coloured as she warmly answered,‘No friend can be better worth keeping than Eleanor.’
‘If so,my dear,I dare say you will meet again some time or other;do not be uneasy.It is ten to one but you are thrown together again in the course of a few years;and then what a pleasure it will be!’
