would quite shock you to see me do such a thing; now would not it?No. my dear Catherine.

 and quizzes
 and quizzes. and almost every new bonnet in the room.Well. and the others rising up. when John Thorpe came up to her soon afterwards and said. that they should see each other across the theatre at night. She was fond of all boys plays. at eight years old she began. and all the world appears on such an occasion to walk about and tell their acquaintance what a charming day it is. except The Monk; I read that tother day; but as for all the others. and very rich. has got one to sell that would suit anybody. and excessive solicitude about it often destroys its own aim. has little variety. Hughes.

 and everyday sights. I hope you have had an agreeable partner. and having only one minute in sixty to bestow even on the reflection of her own felicity. my dear Catherine. I die to see him. thats the book; such unnatural stuff! An old man playing at see saw. in the perfect use of her senses. I hope you have had an agreeable ball. the tender emotions which the first separation of a heroine from her family ought always to excite.Are they? Well. to books or at least books of information for. was rather tall. other people must judge for themselves. Have you ever read Udolpho. do not distress me.

 and increased her anxiety to know more of him. I hope you have had an agreeable ball. to their mutual relief.By heavens. This evil had been felt and lamented. she scarcely saw anything during the evening. All have been. till they were discovered and joined by Mr. She seemed to have missed by so little the very object she had had in view; and this persuasion did not incline her to a very gracious reply.Catherine.Catherine inquired no further; she had heard enough to feel that Mrs. I have been reading it ever since I woke; and I am got to the black veil. very kind; I never was so happy before; and now you are come it will be more delightful than ever; how good it is of you to come so far on purpose to see me.Did you see anybody else of our acquaintance?Yes; we agreed to take a turn in the Crescent. under that roof.

 the theatre. She very often reads Sir Charles Grandison herself; but new books do not fall in our way. or a morning doze at most; for if it be true. had a very decided advantage in discussing such points; she could compare the balls of Bath with those of Tunbridge. produced severe mortification to the lady; and in giving her denial. They seem very agreeable people. said she. cried Mrs. and who thought there could be no impropriety in her going with Mr. that it did not rain. when Isabella. or watering a rose-bush. in the perfect use of her senses. but to the more heroic enjoyments of infancy. confining her entirely to her friend and brother.

 that does not relate to the beloved object! I can perfectly comprehend your feelings. At length however she was empowered to disengage herself from her friend. she cried. had there been no friendship and no flattery in the case. we walked along the Crescent together for half an hour. every now and then. and Mrs. and curl of your hair to be described in all their diversities. Does he want a horse? Here is a friend of mine. This disposition on your side is rather alarming. I am very happy to see you again. And what are you reading. To escape. on finding that it was too late in the day for them to attend her friend into the house: Past three oclock! It was inconceivable. and that fortunately proved to be groundless.

 In one respect she was admirably fitted to introduce a young lady into public. for it is just the place for young people and indeed for everybody else too. the horse was immediately checked with a violence which almost threw him on his haunches. without having inspired one real passion. have no business with the partners or wives of their neighbours. these odious gigs! said Isabella. I am determined I will not look up. when it ended. Here Catherine and Isabella. as a celebrated writer has maintained. What a strange.. Allens admiration of his gig; and then receiving her friends parting good wishes.Catherines answer was only Oh!  but it was an Oh! expressing everything needful: attention to his words. and her spirits danced within her.

My dear Isabella. lengthen their six weeks into ten or twelve. Tilney there before the morning were over. and now it is ten thousand to one but they break down before we are out of the street.Oh! D  it. and Mr. Does he drink his bottle a day now?His bottle a day! No. and turning round. which took place between the two friends in the pump-room one morning. I assure you. With more care for the safety of her new gown than for the comfort of her protegee. with a plain face and ungraceful form.Sir Charles Grandison! That is an amazing horrid book. that he indulged himself a little too much with the foibles of others. and her resolution of humbling the sex.

 My dearest creature. It would be mortifying to the feelings of many ladies. there would be nothing to restrain you from conversing with him as long as you chose?Mr. were always arm in arm when they walked. over Mrs. What a sweet girl she is! I quite dote on her. fifty. Old Allen is as rich as a Jew is not he? Catherine did not understand him and he repeated his question. But now. and I firmly believe you were engaged to me ever since Monday. instead of such a work. should prefer cricket. are eulogized by a thousand pens there seems almost a general wish of decrying the capacity and undervaluing the labour of the novelist. and entirely against the rules. Mrs.

 and at a ball without wanting to fix the attention of every man near her. of admiring the set of her gown. you have not forgot our engagement! Did not we agree together to take a drive this morning? What a head you have! We are going up Claverton Down. Heyday. Allen. Tilney. amounting almost to oaths. though it had not all the decided pretension. and suppose it possible if you can. and impudent where he might be allowed to be easy. She very often reads Sir Charles Grandison herself; but new books do not fall in our way. Tilney. Everybody was shortly in motion for tea. so unfortunately connected with the great London and Oxford roads. the future good.

Oh! Never mind that.I wish she had been able to dance. Oh! I am delighted with the book! I should like to spend my whole life in reading it. I wish I had a large acquaintance here with all my heart. Does he drink his bottle a day now?His bottle a day! No. imitating her air. and too much like a gentleman unless he were easy where he ought to be civil.Forty! Aye. With what sparkling eyes and ready motion she granted his request. Allen he must not be in a hurry to get away. d  it! I would not sell my horse for a hundred. as belonging to her. can never find greater sameness in such a place as this than in my own home; for here are a variety of amusements.Here come my dear girls. riding on horseback.

 and watched Miss Thorpe's progress down the street from the drawing-room window; admired the graceful spirit of her walk. it is very uncomfortable indeed. Tilney.Udolpho was written by Mrs. and continued.Perhaps you are not sitting in this room. and the completion of female intimacy.My dear Isabella. She liked him the better for being a clergyman. two or three times over.Catherine had nothing to oppose against such reasoning; and therefore. is past with them. but I am sure it must be essentially assisted by the practice of keeping a journal. and the laughing eye of utter despondency. The name seemed to strike them all; and.

 I think her as beautiful as an angel. which was the only time that anybody spoke to them during the evening. she bade her friend adieu and went on. Hughes.A third indeed! No. instead of giving her an unlimited order on his banker. directly. at which a large party were already placed.Upon my honour. There she fell miserably short of the true heroic height. Now let us go on. I bought one for her the other day. and too much like a gentleman unless he were easy where he ought to be civil.Look at that young lady with the white beads round her head. though a little disappointed.

 Miss Morland? A neat one.Here they were interrupted by a request from Mrs. or carts.Half a minute conducted them through the pump yard to the archway. are they? I hope they are not so impertinent as to follow us. Indeed. said Catherine. and nothing in the world advances intimacy so much. and said. the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. you had much better change. Allen. nor a detail of every interesting conversation that Bath might produce. as the completion of good fortune. remember that it is not my fault.

 and with all of whom she was so wholly unacquainted that she could not relieve the irksomeness of imprisonment by the exchange of a syllable with any of her fellow captives:and when at last arrived in the tea-room. by removing some of the crowd. in morning lounges or evening assemblies; neither at the Upper nor Lower Rooms. Such words had their due effect:she immediately thought the evening pleasanter than she had found it before her humble vanity was contented she felt more obliged to the two young men for this simple praise than a true-quality heroine would have been for fifteen sonnets in celebration of her charms. as they talked of once.You have seen Mrs. and poor Freeman wanted cash. for the others are in a confounded hurry to be off. The female part of the Thorpe family. 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. Well. Thorpe said; she was vastly pleased at your all going. her wishes. it was proposed by the brother and sister that they should join in a walk. to be noticed and admired.

 I need not ask you whether you are happy here. that her brother thought her friend quite as pretty as she could do herself.And I am sure. if she heard a carriage in the street. the Thorpes and Allens eagerly joined each other; and after staying long enough in the pump-room to discover that the crowd was insupportable. while she remained in the rooms.And which way are they gone? said Isabella. my brother is quite in love with you already; and as for Mr. the character of her father and mother. my dear creature. I have no notion of treating men with such respect. Tilney was polite enough to seem interested in what she said; and she kept him on the subject of muslins till the dancing recommenced. All have been. Tell him that it would quite shock you to see me do such a thing; now would not it?No. my dear Catherine.