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1Catherine's feelings, as she got into the carriage, were in a very unsettled state; divided between regret for the loss
2of one great pleasure, and the hope of soon enjoying another, almost its equal in degree, however unlike in kind. She
3could not think the Tilneys had acted quite well by her, in so readily giving up their engagement, without sending her
4any message of excuse. It was now but an hour later than the time fixed on for the beginning of their walk; and, in
5spite of what she had heard of the prodigious accumulation of dirt in the course of that hour, she could not from her
6own observation help thinking that they might have gone with very little inconvenience. To feel herself slighted by them
7was very painful. On the other hand, the delight of exploring an edifice like Udolpho, as her fancy represented Blaize
8Castle to be, was such a counterpoise of good as might console her for almost anything. They passed briskly down
9Pulteney Street, and through Laura Place, without the exchange of many words. Thorpe talked to his horse, and she
10meditated, by turns, on broken promises and broken arches, phaetons and false hangings, Tilneys and trap-doors. As they
11entered Argyle Buildings, however, she was roused by this address from her companion, "Who is that girl who looked at
12you so hard as she went by?" "Who? Where?" "On the right-hand pavement--she must be almost out of sight now." Catherine
13looked round and saw Miss Tilney leaning on her brother's arm, walking slowly down the street. She saw them both looking
14back at her. "Stop, stop, Mr. Thorpe," she impatiently cried; "it is Miss Tilney; it is indeed. How could you tell me
15they were gone? Stop, stop, I will get out this moment and go to them." But to what purpose did she speak? Thorpe only
16lashed his horse into a brisker trot; the Tilneys, who had soon ceased to look after her, were in a moment out of sight
17round the corner of Laura Place, and in another moment she was herself whisked into the marketplace. Still, however, and
18during the length of another street, she entreated him to stop. "Pray, pray stop, Mr. Thorpe. I cannot go on. I will not
19go on. I must go back to Miss Tilney." But Mr. Thorpe only laughed, smacked his whip, encouraged his horse, made odd
20noises, and drove on; and Catherine, angry and vexed as she was, having no power of getting away, was obliged to give up
21the point and submit. Her reproaches, however, were not spared. "How could you deceive me so, Mr. Thorpe? How could you
22say that you saw them driving up the Lansdown Road? I would not have had it happen so for the world. They must think it
23so strange, so rude of me! to go by them, too, without saying a word! you do not know how vexed I am; I shall have no
24pleasure at Clifton, nor in anything else. I had rather, ten thousand times rather, get out now, and walk back to them.
25How could you say you saw them driving out in a phaeton?" Thorpe defended himself very stoutly, declared he had never
26seen two men so much alike in his life, and would hardly give up the point of its having been Tilney himself. Their
27drive, even when this subject was over, was not likely to be very agreeable. Catherine's complaisance was no longer what
28it had been in their former airing. She listened reluctantly, and her replies were short. Blaize Castle remained her
29only comfort; towards that, she still looked at intervals with pleasure; though rather than be disappointed of the
30promised walk, and especially rather than be thought ill of by the Tilneys, she would willingly have given up all the
31happiness which its walls could supply--the happiness of a progress through a long suite of lofty rooms, exhibiting the
32remains of magnificent furniture, though now for many years deserted--the happiness of being stopped in their way along
33narrow, winding vaults, by a low, grated door; or even of having their lamp, their only lamp, extinguished by a sudden
34gust of wind, and of being left in total darkness. In the meanwhile, they proceeded on their journey without any
35mischance, and were within view of the town of Keynsham, when a halloo from Morland, who was behind them, made his
36friend pull up, to know what was the matter. The others then came close enough for conversation, and Morland said, "We
37had better go back, Thorpe; it is too late to go on to-day; your sister thinks so as well as I. We have been exactly an
38hour coming from Pulteney Street, very little more than seven miles; and, I suppose, we have at least eight more to go.
39It will never do. We set out a great deal too late. We had much better put it off till another day, and turn round." "It
40is all one to me," replied Thorpe rather angrily; and instantly turning his horse, they were on their way back to Bath.
41"If your brother had not got such a d---- beast to drive," said he soon afterwards, "we might have done it very well. My
42horse would have trotted to Clifton within the hour, if left to himself, and I have almost broke my arm with pulling him
43in to that cursed broken-winded jade's pace. Morland is a fool for not keeping a horse and gig of his own." "No, he is
44not," said Catherine warmly, "for I am sure he could not afford it." "And why cannot he afford it?" "Because he has not
45money enough." "And whose fault is that?" "Nobody's, that I know of." Thorpe then said something in the loud, incoherent
46way to which he had often recourse, about its being a d---- thing to be miserly; and that if people who rolled in money
47could not afford things, he did not know who could, which Catherine did not even endeavour to understand. Disappointed
48of what was to have been the consolation for her first disappointment, she was less and less disposed either to be
49agreeable herself or to find her companion so; and they returned to Pulteney Street without her speaking twenty words.
50As she entered the house, the footman told her that a gentleman and lady had called and inquired for her a few minutes
51after her setting off; that, when he told them she was gone out with Mr. Thorpe, the lady had asked whether any message
52had been left for her; and on his saying no, had felt for a card, but said she had none about her, and went away.
53Pondering over these heart-rending tidings, Catherine walked slowly upstairs. At the head of them she was met by Mr.
54Allen, who, on hearing the reason of their speedy return, said, "I am glad your brother had so much sense; I am glad you
55are come back. It was a strange, wild scheme." They all spent the evening together at Thorpe's. Catherine was disturbed
56and out of spirits; but Isabella seemed to find a pool of commerce, in the fate of which she shared, by private
57partnership with Morland, a very good equivalent for the quiet and country air of an inn at Clifton. Her satisfaction,
58too, in not being at the Lower Rooms was spoken more than once. "How I pity the poor creatures that are going there! how
59glad I am that I am not amongst them! i wonder whether it will be a full ball or not! they have not begun dancing yet. I
60would not be there for all the world. It is so delightful to have an evening now and then to oneself. I dare say it will
61not be a very good ball. I know the Mitchells will not be there. I am sure I pity everybody that is. But I dare say, Mr.
62Morland, you long to be at it, do not you? I am sure you do. Well, pray do not let anybody here be a restraint on you. I
63dare say we could do very well without you; but you men think yourselves of such consequence."
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