Mrs Morland was not happy in her attempt at consolation.The hope of meeting again in the course of a few years could only put into Catherine's head what might happen within that time to make a meeting dreadful to her.She could never forget Henry Tilney,or think of him with less tenderness than she did at that moment;but he might forget her;and in that case to meet! Her eyes filled with tears as she pictured her acquaintance so renewed;and her mother,perceiving her comfortable suggestions to have had no good effect,proposed,as another expedient for restoring her spirits,that they should call on Mrs Allen.
The two houses were only a quarter of a mile apart;and,as they walked,Mrs Morland quickly dispatched all that she felt on the score of James's disappointment.‘We are sorry for him,’said she;‘but otherwise there is no harm done in the match going off;for it could not be a desirable thing to have him engaged to a girl whom we had not the smallest acquaintance with,and who was so entirely without fortune;and now,after such behaviour,we cannot think at all well of her.Just at present it comes hard to poor James;but that will not last for ever;and I dare say he will be a discreeter man all his life,for the foolishness of his first choice.’
This was just such a summary view of the affair as Catherine could listen to;another sentence might have endangered her complaisance,and made her reply less rational;for soon were all her thinking powers swallowed up in the reflection of her own change of feelings and spirits since last she had trodden that well known road.It was not three months ago since,wild with joyful expectation,she had there run backwards and forwards some ten times a day,with an heart light,gay,and independent;looking forward to pleasures untasted and unalloyed,and free from the apprehension of evil as from the knowledge of it.Three months ago had seen her all this;and now,how altered a being did she return!
She was received by the Allens with all the kindness which her unlooked for appearance,acting on a steady affection,would naturally call forth;and great was their surprise,and warm their displeasure,on hearing how she had been treated, though Mrs Morland's account of it was no inflated representation,no studied appeal to their passions.‘Catherine took us quite by surprise yesterday evening,’said she.‘She travelled all the way post by herself,and knew nothing of coming till Saturday night;for General Tilney,from some odd fancy or other,all of a sudden grew tired of having her there,and almost turned her out of the house.Very unfriendly,certainly;and he must be a very odd man; but we are so glad to have her amongst us again!And it is a great comfort to find that she is not a poor helpless creature,but can shift very well for herself.’
Mr Allen expressed himself on the occasion with the reasonable resentment of a sensible friend;and Mrs Allen thought his expressions quite good enough to be immediately made use of again by herself.His wonder,his conjectures,and his explanations,became in succession hers,with the addition of this single remark ‘I really have not patience with the General’ to fill up every accidental pause.And,‘I really have not patience with the General,’was uttered twice after Mr Allen left the room,without any relaxation of anger,or any material digression of thought.A more considerable degree of wandering attended the third repetition;and,after completing the fourth,she immediately added,‘Only think,my dear,of my having got that frightful great rent in my best Mechlin so charmingly mended,before I left Bath,that one can hardly see where it was.I must show it you some day or other.Bath is a nice place,Catherine,after all.I assure you I did not above half like coming away.Mrs Thorpe's being there was such a comfort to us,was not it?You know you and I were quite forlorn at first.’
‘Yes,but that did not last long,’said Catherine,her eyes brightening at the recollection of what had first given spirit to her existence there.
‘Very true:we soon met with Mrs Thorpe,and then we wanted for nothing.My dear,do not you think these silk gloves wear very well?I put them on new the first time of our going to the Lower Rooms,you know,and I have worn them a great deal since.Do you remember that evening?’
‘Do I!Oh!perfectly.’
‘It was very agreeable,was not it?Mr Tilney drank tea with us,and I always thought him a great addition,he is so very agreeable.I have a notion you danced with him,but am not quite sure.I remember I had my favourite gown on.’
Catherine could not answer;and,after a short trial of other subjects,Mrs Allen again returned to ‘I really have not patience with the General!Such an agreeable,worthy man as he seemed to be!I do not suppose,Mrs Morland,you ever saw a better bred man in your life.His lodgings were taken the very day after he left them,Catherine.But no wonder;Milsom Street you know.’
As they walked home again,Mrs Morland endeavoured to impress on her daughter's mind the happiness of having such steady well wishers as Mr and Mrs Allen,and the very little consideration which the neglect or unkindness of slight acquaintance like the Tilneys ought to have with her,while she could preserve the good opinion and affection of her earliest friends.There was a great deal of good sense in all this;but there are some situations of the human mind in which good sense has very little power;and Catherine's feelings contradicted almost every position her mother advanced.It was upon the behaviour of these very slight acquaintance that all her present happiness depended;and while Mrs Morland was successfully confirming her own opinions by the justness of her own representations,Catherine was silently reflecting that now Henry must have arrived at Northanger;now he must have heard of her departure;and now,perhaps,they were all setting off for Hereford.
