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Chapter 1--Lower Rooms

Posted on Thursday, 20-Aug-98

Author's Note: Please note the actual witty conversations between the characters are directly from the book. All the others parts must be blamed on this author.

enry took a last glance at his reflection approving of what he saw. However he was not a man prone to looking for approvals of society in general and wondered why he was even bothering to go to the Lower Rooms this evening. He was in Bath in order to seek lodgings for his family not to play a social dandy. But he was invited to attend by an old family friend and he could not think of a proper excuse to absent himself from making an appearance so here he was!

Sighing rather loudly and with some contempt he entered into the loud social foray. It was always the same affair. The same group of people repeating the same bits of news they heard earlier from the same magpies. Henry would have infinitely preferred his sister's company to this dull fare. Suddenly Mr. King, the master of ceremonies took control of his elbow and before Henry was able to extricate his person from the firm grasp he was introduced to a young lady. The evening darkened even more as Henry belatedly realized that he was now this stranger's partner.

The young lady was actually a girl, he mused, as he stared at her shy visage. Very unused to male society his thoughts rambled on for the girl was totally unfamiliar with the female art of flattery. Her hair was unusually dark and though her face was soft and feminine there were still traces of strong features around the jaw and the brow. Underneath that marked brow her large eyes held the whole scene in front of her with great trepidation and worry. This softened his demeanor somewhat and he amused her with small conversations regarding the assembly. Her answers were proper but unrehearsed and this pleased him to no end. She was a refreshing breath of air for a man who has grown cynical of the social machinations in which he was a suffering victim.

"I have hitherto been very remiss, madam, in the proper attentions of a partner here; I have not yet asked you how long you have been in Bath; whether you were ever here before; whether you have been at the Upper Rooms, the theatre, and the concert; and how you like the place altogether. I have been very negligent - but are you now at leisure to satisfy me in these particulars? If you are I will begin directly." It was a rather blunt way of asking her history but he knew instinctively that she would take no offense.

"You need not give yourself that trouble, sir." And that was followed with a charming smile.

"No trouble, I assure you, madam. Have you been long in Bath, madam?" He was really becoming curious about this mysterious Catherine Morland.

"About a week, sir," and Henry was surprised to see that she was about to laugh at him!

"Really!" he cried out in mock surprise.

"Why should you be surprised, sir?"

"Why, indeed! But some emotion must appear to be raised by your reply, and surprise is more easily assumed and not less reasonable than any other. Now let us go on. Were you never here before, madam?" Tease her and see what comes forth from this young spring.

"Never, sir." Mock gravity danced in her eyes.

"Indeed! Have you yet honoured the Upper Rooms?" He needled mercilessly.

"Yes, sir, I was there last Monday." Prim answer laced with great humor.

"Have you been to the theatre?"

"Yes, sir, I was at the play on Tuesday." The laughter was threatening to burst through her demeanor! Quite extraordinary…

"To the concert?" He knew he looked foolish but was too curious to care.

"Yes, sir, on Wednesday." Still the same controlled gravity and sincerity.

"And are you altogether pleased with Bath?" He wondered how she would reply, would she praise the shallow affair with dishonest admiration or is she really fooled with all this social glitter?

"Yes - I like it very well." He saw the small and pained lie underneath that reply but forgave her for it.

"Now I must give one smirk, and then we may be rational again." And he was rewarded as she turned her head away in order to hide her amusement.

"I see what you think of me. I shall make but a poor figure in your journal tomorrow." He was fully goading her to lose control of herself and give away to her amusement. It became imperative for Henry to hear her laughter. He knew that it would be the nicest thing he would hear the whole day.

"My journal!" She cried out in total surprise.

"Yes, I know exactly what you will say: Friday, went to the Lower Rooms; wore my sprigged muslin robe with blue trimmings - plain black shoes - appeared to much advantage; but was strangely harassed by a queer, half-witted man, who would make me dance with him, and distressed me by his nonsense." Please laugh he thought please let me see some innocence among these vicious creatures.

"Indeed I shall say no such thing." She spiritedly answered in a great hurry.

"Shall I tell you what you ought to say?" He was not about to relinquish his quest.

"If you please." And she tipped her head to the side like a curious sparrow.

"I danced with a very agreeable young man, introduced by Mr. King; had a great deal of conversation with him - seems a most extraordinary genius - hope I may know more of him. That, madam, is what I wish you to say." And heaven forgive him for he did wish her to say that.

"But, perhaps, I keep no journal." She replied back in wit. Henry suddenly wondered if she did.

"Perhaps you are not sitting in this room, and I am not sitting by you. These are points in which a doubt is equally possible. Not keep a journal! How are your absent cousins to understand the tenure of your life in Bath without one? How are the civilities and compliments of every day to be related as they ought to be, unless noted down every evening in a journal? How are your various dresses to be remembered, and the particular state of your complexion, and curl of your hair to be described in all their diversities, without having constant recourse to a journal? My dear madam, I am not so ignorant of young ladies' ways as you wish to believe me; it is this delightful habit of journaling which largely contributes to form the easy style of writing for which ladies are so generally celebrated. Everybody allows that the talent of writing agreeable letters is peculiarly female. Nature may have done something, but I am sure it must be essentially assisted by the practice of keeping a journal." Hopefully if she didn't now she will see the benefits of keeping one! And Henry hoped he figure rather nicely into those delicate pages.

"I have sometimes thought whether ladies do write so much better letters than gentlemen! That is - I should not think the superiority was always on our side." A confession that no practiced lady would admit.

"As far as I have had opportunity of judging, it appears to me that the usual style of letter-writing among women is faultless, except in three particulars." Henry quickly seized the door upon where another subject can be approached and used to goad more reactions from his partner.

"And what are they?" She asked innocently.

"A general deficiency of subject, a total inattention to stops, and a very frequent ignorance of grammar." He was rewarded with a bright flush on her pale cheeks and a glimmer of great emotion in her eyes.

"Upon my word! I need not have been afraid of disclaiming the compliment. You do not think too highly of us in that way." And her voice did indeed reflect her justifiable anger.

"I should no more lay it down as a general rule that women write better letters than men, than that they sing better duets, or draw better landscapes. In every power, of which taste is the foundation, excellence is pretty fairly divided between the sexes." Before he could add a more appropriate apology for his behavior an older lady approached them.

"My dear Catherine do take this pin out of my sleeve; I am afraid it has torn a hole already; I shall be quite sorry if it has, for this is a favourite gown, though it cost but nine shillings a yard." He felt great annoyance at this unwanted intrusion upon their conversation. Now the young lady was bound to retreat to her proper shell and he would be left with shallow and witless talk.

"That is exactly what I should have guessed it, madam," Henry declared knowing that it would astonish the ladies.

"Do you understand muslins, sir?" Mrs. Allen asked her voice in undisguised wonder.

"Particularly well; I always buy my own cravats, and am allowed to be an excellent judge; and my sister has often trusted me in the choice of a gown. I bought one for her the other day, and it was pronounced to be a prodigious bargain by every lady who saw it. I gave but five shillings a yard for it, and a true Indian muslin." He was lying his soul away but he didn't care. This evening was turning into a success for Henry and he was willing to pay any price to keep it so.

"Men commonly take so little notice of those things. I can never get Mr. Allen to know one of my gowns from another. You must be a great comfort to your sister, sir." The lady complimented and as ridiculous as it was Henry was touched for she was speaking truthfully.

"I hope I am, madam." He somberly replied.

"And pray, sir, what do you think of Miss Morland's gown?" Henry turned and studied the gown and its owner with grave demeanor all the while enjoying the girl's blushes which had now spread to her curls.

"It is very pretty, madam, but I do not think it will wash well; I am afraid it will fray." He had no idea if it would, he once heard Eleanor complain so with her own and thought it appropriate here.

"How can you be so - strange." And Catherine did laugh then with all the bloom of youth and good cheer.

"I am quite of your opinion, sir and so I told Miss Morland when she bought it." Mrs. Allen remarked and Henry nearly joined Catherine in her mirth. But he was a man of firm control and no humor escaped from his will.

"But then you know, madam, muslin always turns to some account or other; Miss Morland will get enough out of it for a handkerchief, or a cap, or a cloak. Muslin can never be said to be wasted. I have heard my sister say so forty times, when she has been extravagant in buying more than she wanted, or careless in cutting it to pieces." And Catherine once again gave an engaging laughter after hearing such a remark come from a young gentleman. Henry rewarded himself with a responding smile, which went unnoticed by Mrs. Allen.

"Bath is a charming place, sir; there are so many good shops here. We are sadly off in the country; not but what we have very good shops in Salisbury, but it is so far to go - eight miles is a long way; Mr. Allen says it is nine, measured nine; but I am sure it cannot be more than eight; and it is such a fag - I come back tired to death. Now, here one can step out of doors and get a thing in five minutes." Complained Mrs. Allen and now muslin became to sole topic for the whole group to muse upon until the music for dancing became audible again.

"What are you thinking of so earnestly? Not of your partner, I hope, for, by that shake of the head, your meditations are not satisfactory." Henry asked for Catherine became unreasonably quiet in the last few minutes.

"I was not thinking of anything." Was the solemn reply and Henry did not like it.

"That is artful and deep, to be sure; but I had rather be told at once that you will not tell me." He challenged and was surprised with her reply.

"Well then, I will not." And since nothing further came from his charming partner he asked her for another dance. She gracefully assented and the two made their way to the floor. However before the music struck he gave her a warning that surprised not only the young lady but also himself. "Thank you; for now we shall soon be acquainted, as I am authorized to tease you on this subject whenever we meet, and nothing in the world advances intimacy so much."

Henry Tilney returned to his lodgings counting the evening to be a great success and eager to transport the news to his beloved sister.

Chapter 2--Upper Rooms

Posted on Monday, 24-Aug-98

Eleanor gave a soft smile to her brother as he strolled into the music room. Henry arrived the night before with the happy news of securing good lodgings for the Tilney family in Bath. Eleanor wanted badly to escape to society even those in Bath would suit her better than being trapped with her father and his solitary rectitude. She loved both her brothers dearly though Frederick resembled too much of their father to ever truly respect and trust. But Henry was fortunate to resemble their mother in manners and kindness thus making himself an endearing friend to his beloved sister.

However he is his father's son in many ways and has a sharp mind that tolerated very little foolishness or intrigue. More than once did Henry cut his father's plans regarding his children's marital situation to utter ruin with his acerbic wit. The two men treat each other with wary disposition; the father respecting this offspring, the son giving the bare deference that a son should offer to his father. General Tilney was neither an evil man nor a destructive one. But he was foolish in many ways and very capricious in nature. Eleanor tolerated his schemes with great magnanimity while Henry had little or no patience and would do very little to hide his distaste.

"Well sister aren't you glad that we are going to Bath? I am sure that our father's illustrious company has worn away even your patience." Eleanor raised a warning look and gently admonished him.

"Henry it would do well for you to remember that he is your father and deserves more respect than you are willing to spare. But yes I will admit that I am looking forward to Bath." She was rewarded with a mischievous smile as Henry sat close to her. With a conspiratorial air he continued the conversation.

"In spite of the usual dull fare that Bath presents I've met someone that will please you greatly. Her name is Catherine Morland and she is a daughter of a clergyman. Her family is from Wiltshire and has ten children to their name. As incredible as that sounds I heard it to be absolutely true. She is in Bath with Mr. and Mrs. Allen, family friends who do not have any children. Somehow I think that to be a cruel play of nature don't you? She is a refreshing person, doesn't have a deceitful nature and loves to read novels. A fault that I can easily forgive since she is but seventeen. She was utterly charming and saved me from a certain dull evening with her honest observations. However she thinks me strange because I talked of muslin with her and her escort."

"Muslin?" Cried out Eleanor in surprise, "Henry why were you discussing such a topic with the ladies? My dear brother she must think you strange after such a conversation!" With an elegant shrug of his shoulders he did not respond to her outburst. Both looked at each other sharing all with no words for they knew each other only too well. And Eleanor could hardly wait to meet this young woman who so obviously caught her brother's eye. Within days the family left for Bath and making good time they were soon ensconced safely in Milsom Street.

Her chance to examine this Miss Morland came early when she accompanied her brother to an assembly held in the Upper Rooms. Henry was civil if not gracious to their acquaintances but Eleanor could feel his whole person searching the hall for this Catherine Morland. She hoped that they would meet this young lady today and felt delight when her brother bent down to whisper into her ear, "There sits the young lady I told you about. She's with that large party in the corner." Eleanor's sharp eyes descended upon the group and it took only a moment for her to realize who the young lady was. There were actually two young ladies within that group but the other one was so artificial in her beauty and manner Eleanor immediately supposed the other to be Catherine Morland. The young lady was holding conversation with her partner when the other quite abruptly left her friend in order to dance with the insistent young man to her left.

Suddenly finding herself alone and surrounded by older ladies an embarrassing blush bloomed upon the Miss Morland's youthful features. Eleanor felt the slight and frowned upon the other girl's abandoning her friend. "Come brother introduce me to this Miss Morland. I am all curiosity!" He laughed softly and the two slowly threaded their way through the crushing mass. The girl lifted those dark eyes and saw the two approach her corner. Suddenly recognition dawned on her face quickly followed by genuine warmth. Eleanor smiled inwardly; Henry was no fool and was quite correct about the girl. However before they could reach the party an old acquaintance of Mrs. Thorpe greeted the group and immediately fell into conversation with all the ladies. It was somewhat vexing but Eleanor knew that she would meet Miss Morland before the night was done.

"Good evening Mrs. Allen and Miss Morland. I am glad to see you still in Bath. " Greeted Henry with more warmth than which he usually held for his acquaintances.

"I am very happy to see you again, sir, indeed; I was afraid you had left Bath." Replied Mrs. Allen with her casual generosity.

"I was actually leaving the morning after our pleasurable meeting, but as you can see I have returned and this time with my family." He replied in some sincerity and was rewarded with a sweet smile from Miss Morland.

"Well, sir, and I dare say you are not sorry to be back again, for it is just the place for young people - and indeed for everybody else too. I tell Mr. Allen, when he talks of being sick of it, that I am sure he should not complain, for it is so very agreeable a place, that it is much better to be here than at home at this dull time of year. I tell him he is quite in luck to be sent here for his health." Mrs. Allen prattled on.

"And I hope, madam, that Mr. Allen will be obliged to like the place, from finding it of service to him." Was the polite reply from the young gentleman.

"Thank you, sir. I have no doubt that he will. A neighbour of ours, Dr. Skinner, was here for his health last winter, and came away quite stout."

"That circumstance must give great encouragement." He replied in some amusement and was rewarded with a warning glance from Miss Morland.

"Yes, sir - and Dr. Skinner and his family were here three months; so I tell Mr. Allen he must not be in a hurry to get away." At this stage both Mrs. Hughes and Miss Tilney joined the party. Eleanor heard the opinion of Mrs. Allen and both sister and brother hoped silently that to be the truth. They agreed to join this party and the group made a lively affair from which Catherine benefited a great deal.

"Miss Morland, may I have the pleasure of this dance?" Henry asked but was greeted with a sad look and some anxiety.

"I am sorry sir but I promised to dance with Mr. Thorpe." If he was to be mortified by her rejection his pride was immediately soothed by her obvious disappointment. He gave a gallant nod when he was elbowed rather rudely by a young man.

"Come Miss Morland let's dance." The youth pronounced boldly and Catherine joined him with reluctant steps. But before she was whisked into a set she gave a longing glance over her shoulder and Henry felt the pleasure of it all. The young man that usurped his wishes was uncouth and a loud boor who had no feelings at all for his delicate partner. If the man was any more a gentleman Henry would have felt a threat but since the other was so lacking in manners and obvious grace no jealousy was aroused within the young Tilney. Instead he took interest in his current company and began a polite conversation from which he hoped to glean more information about the young lady. His sister immediately noticed his goal and did much to find out about Miss Morland who was dancing with that unpleasant Mr. Thorpe.

Eleanor was no great person in study of character but even with her small training she could see that Miss Morland wished herself back with the party rather than on the dance floor with Mr. Thorpe. She often glanced at the corner spying out the handsome profile of Henry and looking more miserable than the last. Eleanor felt positively sorry for the girl and with some clever manipulation found herself standing behind Miss Morland with Mrs. Hughes in tow.

"I beg your pardon, Miss Morland, for this liberty - but I cannot anyhow get to Miss Thorpe, and Mrs. Thorpe said she was sure you would not have the least objection to letting in this young lady by you." Requested Mrs. Hughes to the delight of both young ladies and now the gloom was lifted from the young Miss Morland. Since this was their introduction neither could discuss anything with great intimacy but even with the usual shallow conversation both found each other to be very agreeable company.

Eleanor was repeating her conversations with Miss Morland to her brother as they headed back to Milsom Street. "I dare say dear Henry you were quite correct about Miss Morland. She is quite charming and honest with her opinions. Very sweet girl indeed. You have my approval."

The carriage was too dark for her to read her brother's face but she could feel his contentment beaming from his person.

Chapter 3: Pump Room and the Ball

Posted on Friday, 28-Aug-98

"That was certainly a sedate affair." Remarked Eleanor to no one in particular. Henry gave a judicious nod and sat down comfortably elevating his feet. Realizing her brother will not help her in the advancement of the conversation Eleanor continued, "So Mrs. Allen and Mrs. Thorpe are friends, school fellows of all things! Three sons and three daughters at least that was all Mrs. Thorpe mentioned…"

Henry interrupted her rambling with some exasperation. "Exactly dear Eleanor. I know mothers to be fond of their offspring but that lady was positively overwhelming. Let me see John is at Oxford, William is somewhere in the Atlantic, floating still hopefully and I have forgotten already where dear Edward is hiding." His sister did her best to hide her smile. Their meeting with the ladies resulted in a rather one-sided conversation with Mrs. Thorpe clearly holding the rein simply by having the loudest voice.

"And I am not sure exactly how many daughters Mrs. Thorpe has only that Isabella her eldest is the loveliest creature to have ever graced these lands. Maria and Anne I believe are the other names that she threw into the conversation. Please tell me I have that much correctly."

Eleanor finally succumbed to her own humor and laughed. "I have no clue dear Henry I was overwhelmed as much as you! But yes I do believe that at least Isabella is the beauty of the family! What do you think?"

There was a short pause as her brother did give a serious thought to her question. "I believe what this society calls a 'beauty' is not to my taste. We both saw that girl and I think I could hazard a guess that neither of us was very pleased. She does have the face and the bearing but she was also unpleasant in the usual manner, a scheming type of a chit if I ever saw one. Mark my words Eleanor it would do Catherine a world of good if you could get her away from such shallow and conniving association of Miss Thorpe."

"And present Miss Morland to our circle of acquaintances with you at every turn dear brother?" She teased and was gratified to see an unusual blush come over his features. "Don't worry dear Henry I sincerely doubt Miss Morland could blind herself too long from the faults of her newly discovered friends. She might be charming and innocent but I sincerely doubt she is ignorant."

"No she isn't thank heavens but that girl is one of those romantic creatures that could quite easily convince herself of things that aren't true. And Isabella Thorpe might just prey upon that point of weakness. Please invite her for a visit next time you see her Eleanor." His request was an earnest plea and Eleanor gave a strong and reassuring smile calming her brother to a great degree.

Eleanor found her promise easily kept when she escorted by Mrs. Hughes and Henry attended the Pump Room the next evening. She immediately noticed Isabella Thorpe in attendance with a young man whose resemblance was so strong to Catherine Morland as to mark him her older brother and Miss Morland herself. Again it was obvious to Eleanor that Catherine was left out of the conversation from which the young gentleman and Miss Thorpe enjoyed greatly. Some women can never bear competition even if there was none to be had. Miss Morland saw her and Mrs. Hughes and rather hurriedly approached them. Civilities were exchanged and casual conversations were set to the rhythm of society.

"How well your brother dances!" Catherine Morland cried out softly and Eleanor hid her smile behind her fan.

"Henry! Yes, he does dance very well." She replied carelessly.

"He must have thought it very odd to hear me say I was engaged the other evening, when he saw me sitting down. But I really had been engaged the whole day to Mr. Thorpe. You cannot think how surprised I was to see him again. I felt so sure of his being quite gone away." Miss Morland continued with some embarrassment and Eleanor feeling pity for the young creature explained quickly about Henry's rather odd disappearance.

"When Henry had the pleasure of seeing you before, he was in Bath but for a couple of days. He came only to engage lodgings for us."

"That never occurred to me; and of course, not seeing him anywhere, I thought he must be gone. Was not the young lady he danced with on Monday a Miss Smith?" Again Eleanor was surprised by the forward and simple manner of Miss Morland.

"Yes, an acquaintance of Mrs. Hughes." She answered wondering what the next question was.

"I dare say she was very glad to dance. Do you think her pretty?"

"Not very." The reply came out too quickly but Eleanor knew that Miss Morland would neither think much of it nor spread gossip about her rather unfortunate opinion.

"He never comes to the pump-room, I suppose?" Once again Henry was the subject of the conversation. Dear brother this is almost too simple for you! Eleanor wondered.

"Yes, sometimes; but he rode out this morning with my father."

"I hope I shall have the pleasure of seeing you again soon. Shall you be at the cotillion ball tomorrow?" Asked Catherine with hope shining from her eyes. Eleanor knew that they had no such plans but she will change that soon enough.

"Perhaps we - Yes, I think we certainly shall."

"I am glad of it, for we shall all be there." Was the gay reply from the girl and Eleanor gave a civil farewell before leaving the girl's side. She was no coquette and her feelings for Henry were very plain. Eleanor wondered if Henry felt the same for this girl from Wiltshire.

They finally had a quiet conversation between themselves later that evening after their father retired for the night. "Well I believe she has grown quite fond of you Henry. Probably thinks that you are a dashing hero of some sort. But I must ask why are you pursuing this simple girl? She is not to your taste and I know what your tastes are in spite of all your dear lies." Her brother did not answer for a while and she began to wonder if he ever would.

"The girl is incapable of lying Eleanor. She doesn't scheme and she doesn't plot. She feels and accepts that as the G-d's written truth. She comes into this world expecting people to be kind and romantic. Perhaps there is some evil character lurking about like in her novels but they are never her friends and acquaintances. She feels disappointment but she doesn't hold onto it for long and when something good and kind comes along her way she manages to forget her pains. Her designs are to make her family and friends happy and her own well being comes last for her, never first Eleanor. Save you and mother I don't think I've had the pleasure of company of such people. She isn't fickle just prefers the good side of people and manages to wrangle it out of them, including myself. And I like myself better for it. Her brother James Morland the gentleman you saw this evening escorting the Beauty is head over heels in love with this Isabella Thorpe. I only see disaster ahead for that whole family. They've never come across the like of Thorpes before and I am afraid for them. With ten children about heaven knows that whole family is a veritable village but somehow I don't think any of them are schooled yet in the likes of dealing with people like the Thorpes. I don't think they ever had to as miraculous as that sounds."

Eleanor stared at her brother while he spoke so quietly and thoughtfully to her. Henry was a solitary man in many ways and revealed very little even to herself so this speech touched her deeply. "Well then I suggest we help them deal with the Thorpes Henry. Do you have any plans in mind?" She replied her voice so strong and cunning that her brother lifted his head to stare at her.

"Actually I do have an idea but let us see what comes about first. No sense in making this affair more complicated than it should be." Their smiles were exact copies of each other.

The brother and sister did indeed attend the cotillion ball and in a matter of small time spotted the group. Once again Isabella abandoned her friend to dance with James Morland but unlike the last time the rushing boor was hovering about Miss Morland to her great and obvious distress. Henry chuckled and made some pointed remarks to Eleanor regarding the specimen known as John Thorpe. The cotillions finished and country-dancing began. "Quickly Henry Mr. Thorpe is engaged in a conversation with someone else. Rescue that poor child." He made a dashing bow to her and moved hurriedly through the throng until he stood in front of the bowed and sad head.

"Miss Morland please join this half-witted man for some pleasure on the dancing floor. I promise I will not flit about aimlessly." She raised her face to him and it was beaming with happiness. Without a word and with great happiness she gave her hand to his and the two found a place. Suddenly John Thorpe came to her side and Henry felt reasonable annoyance at the man. The unwanted intruder was obviously upset but Miss Morland soon rid of him to Henry's relief.

"That gentleman would have put me out of patience, had he stayed with you half a minute longer. He has no business to withdraw the attention of my partner from me. We have entered into a contract of mutual agreeableness for the space of an evening, and all our agreeableness belongs solely to each other for that time. Nobody can fasten themselves on the notice of one, without injuring the rights of the other. I consider a country-dance as an emblem of marriage. Fidelity and complaisance are the principal duties of both; and those men who do not choose to dance or marry themselves, have no business with the partners or wives of their neighbours." He claimed with more feeling that he was willing to admit.

"But they are such very different things!" His partner exclaimed in utter surprise.

" - That you think they cannot be compared together." His eyes fairly danced at her expression.

"To be sure not. People that marry can never part, but must go and keep house together. People that dance only stand opposite each other in a long room for half an hour." Stated Miss Morland still surprised at his utterance regarding marriage and dancing.

"And such is your definition of matrimony and dancing. Taken in that light certainly, their resemblance is not striking; but I think I could place them in such a view. You will allow, that in both, man has the advantage of choice, woman only the power of refusal; that in both, it is an engagement between man and woman, formed for the advantage of each; and that when once entered into, they belong exclusively to each other till the moment of its dissolution; that it is their duty, each to endeavour to give the other no cause for wishing that he or she had bestowed themselves elsewhere, and their best interest to keep their own imaginations from wandering towards the perfections of their neighbours, or fancying that they should have been better off with anyone else. You will allow all this?" The conversation was again taking a ridiculous turn but Miss Morland took it all in seriousness!

"Yes, to be sure, as you state it, all this sounds very well; but still they are so very different. I cannot look upon them at all in the same light, nor think the same duties belong to them." A curious look bloomed on her features as she picked up his light-hearted tone.

"In one respect, there certainly is a difference. In marriage, the man is supposed to provide for the support of the woman, the woman to make the home agreeable to the man; he is to purvey, and she is to smile. But in dancing, their duties are exactly changed; the agreeableness, the compliance are expected from him, while she furnishes the fan and the lavender water. That, I suppose, was the difference of duties which struck you, as rendering the conditions incapable of comparison." His teasing manner did much to bring a smile and a blush to the young lady.

"No, indeed, I never thought of that." Was the bright quip as she recognized the utter silliness of this turn of discussion on matrimony.

"Then I am quite at a loss. One thing, however, I must observe. This disposition on your side is rather alarming. You totally disallow any similarity in the obligations; and may I not thence infer that your notions of the duties of the dancing state are not so strict as your partner might wish? Have I not reason to fear that if the gentleman who spoke to you just now were to return, or if any other gentleman were to address you, there would be nothing to restrain you from conversing with him as long as you chose?" Henry was still in his teasing manner but he wanted to discover exactly what claim that odious young man had on his partner.

"Mr. Thorpe is such a very particular friend of my brother's, that if he talks to me, I must talk to him again; but there are hardly three young men in the room besides him that I have any acquaintance with." Her face lost its humor and the blush was now that of shame and not humor.

"And is that to be my only security? Alas, alas!" The world was suddenly right with Henry though he did not know until that moment that he was in some fear regarding Mr. Thorpe.

"Nay, I am sure you cannot have a better; for if I do not know anybody, it is impossible for me to talk to them; and, besides, I do not want to talk to anybody." Her countenance still lacked its brightness and for a moment Henry did indeed regret bringing about such an unwanted topic. It was rather cruel of him to introduce John Thorpe into their dance when she did so much to be rid of the man!

"Now you have given me a security worth having; and I shall proceed with courage. Do you find Bath as agreeable as when I had the honour of making the inquiry before?" Let's rid of John Thorpe then Catherine Morland and talk about more pleasant things such as you…

"Yes, quite - more so, indeed." She replied thoughtfully.

"More so! Take care, or you will forget to be tired of it at the proper time. You ought to be tired at the end of six weeks." He continued his friendly rambling and was rewarded with the slow return of her humor.

"I do not think I should be tired, if I were to stay here six months." She proclaimed quickly and for a moment Henry did indeed feel grand.

"Bath, compared with London, has little variety, and so everybody finds out every year. 'For six weeks, I allow Bath is pleasant enough; but beyond that, it is the most tiresome place in the world.' You would be told so by people of all descriptions, who come regularly every winter, lengthen their six weeks into ten or twelve, and go away at last because they can afford to stay no longer." And this was the truth for he witnessed it often enough in Society.

"Well, other people must judge for themselves, and those who go to London may think nothing of Bath. But I, who live in a small retired village in the country, can never find greater sameness in such a place as this than in my own home; for here are a variety of amusements, a variety of things to be seen and done all day long, which I can know nothing of there." Once again that refreshing and honest truth about oneself, something that he hardly ever heard until he was introduced to this girl.

"You are not fond of the country." He asked gently and her reply was just as gentle.

"Yes, I am. I have always lived there, and always been very happy. But certainly there is much more sameness in a country life than in a Bath life. One day in the country is exactly like another."

"But then you spend your time so much more rationally in the country."

"Do I?" Both her dark brows raised themselves in wonder.

"Do you not?"

"I do not believe there is much difference." She stated cautiously not trusting him.

"Here you are in pursuit only of amusement all day long." He continued slowly.

"And so I am at home - only I do not find so much of it. I walk about here, and so I do there; but here I see a variety of people in every street, and there I can only go and call on Mrs. Allen." Was the confession and Henry did laugh then.

"Only go and call on Mrs. Allen! What a picture of intellectual poverty! However, when you sink into this abyss again, you will have more to say. You will be able to talk of Bath, and of all that you did here."

Dear Miss Morland with any luck you won't be so deprived of company for long.

"Oh! Yes. I shall never be in want of something to talk of again to Mrs. Allen, or anybody else. I really believe I shall always be talking of Bath, when I am at home again - I do like it so very much. If I could but have Papa and Mamma, and the rest of them here, I suppose I should be too happy! James's coming (my eldest brother) is quite delightful - and especially as it turns out that the very family we are just got so intimate with are his intimate friends already. Oh! Who can ever be tired of Bath?" She mused in happiness but Henry knew that such happiness could not last, especially with her naïve brother about.

"Not those who bring such fresh feelings of every sort to it as you do. But papas and mammas, and brothers, and intimate friends are a good deal gone by, to most of the frequenters of Bath - and the honest relish of balls and plays, and everyday sights, is past with them." Was the somber and cautious reply from Henry as the dance took all their attention. Then suddenly he saw his father staring at Catherine Morland and felt distaste rise. The man approached Henry and a short conversation was exchanged. Catherine Morland also noticed the intense scrutiny and the whispers and Henry felt some explanation was due to the poor girl.

"I see that you guess what I have just been asked. That gentleman knows your name, and you have a right to know his. It is General Tilney, my father."

"Oh." Was the only answer she gave and the couple was soon set for another dance. Henry did not want his father's presence right now, it was too soon and he was feeling too vulnerable to properly engage in the usual manner with his father.

The three made a handsome group and attracted many admiring glances from the hall. Even Catherine Morland was declared something of a beauty and her charms were talked a great deal. But Catherine took only pleasure with the company she kept and her heart rose even further when Henry suggested a country walk with his sister and himself some morning. Catherine was eager for this and proposed that they do so immediately. The time was set for next day at twelve o'clock and the brother and sister would come by for her at Pulteney Street. The young lady finally left their company and her final words were "remember twelve o'clock." Eleanor smiled again and whispered, "Do you think she will sleep tonight?"

"Father asked about her." Henry replied in a cold voice. And for the first time that evening Eleanor's smile faltered.

Chapter 4: One Rainy Day

Posted on Tuesday, 01-Sep-98

"It's raining." Reported Henry in a glum tone of voice. His good humor dissipated quickly in the morning as the sky darkened finally surrendering to rain after eleven o'clock. Eleanor looked at him with great pity.

"Perhaps it will clear soon and we will be able to keep our promise with Miss Morland." An inelegant snort came forth from his chair making Eleanor smile. Her brother's petulant behavior was a sad reflection of the characteristics that belonged to their father. Henry was more of his father's own than his pride was willing to admit.

"Henry, we may be able to pay a call to Miss Morland as soon as the rain stops. We may not be able to take our country walk today but I am sure she will be more than receptive to see us for tea." She was rewarded with a rustling from his place as a happier face peeked from around the corner of the armchair.

"Is that not improper Eleanor? The Allens did not invite us themselves."

"Oh that is hardly the point here Henry. Miss Morland is our friend now and it would hardly be considered unusual if we visited her. So stop sulking and come join me for a game of cards." Like a dutiful brother that he was Henry took his usual spot at the card table and the two played in harmony until after twelve o'clock.

"Henry the sun has come out." Eleanor mentioned slyly and saw his head snap up to see the clearing in the sky. The gentleman quickly noted that it was already half past twelve but that was not too distant from their promised date.

"Quickly sister, change for the walk. I am sure Miss Morland is still waiting for us."

"And you are so confident of that dear brother? Perhaps Miss Morland is too tired of waiting for us and has another engagement."

"Sister, we both know she is not the social kind to have engagements for every hour of the day. Stop your nonsense and put on sensible shoes. It will be somewhat dirty from the rain." His commanding voice was totally ignored by Eleanor as she gracefully and lazily swept out of the room.

They made their call for Miss Morland only to discover that the young lady left with Mr. Thorpe only moments before. It was hard to choose who was more surprised the sister or the brother. But it was obviously Henry who was more indignant from the whole affair. Eleanor asked if there was a message left for them but Miss Morland did not even leave them that bit of good grace. Eleanor wanted to leave her card but discovering none they left just a message with the footman. They were still surprised from this incivility of Miss Morland when both saw something that astonished them.

"I don't believe it." Whispered Eleanor as Catherine Morland escorted by John Thorpe swept by them in an open carriage. She turned to her brother and watched him look back at the party.

His face was tight and the cheekbones were prominent signaling great displeasure to his sister.

"I think I may have been mistaken about my last presumption. Her calendar was obviously more engaged with…"

"Henry stop that nonsense now." Her voice was sharp and dominating, "It is after one. Perhaps she has given up on our walk for today."

"Then she should have the good grace to at least send us a card excusing herself from our engagement. She didn't even leave an explanation with her footman." Was the quipped reply but Eleanor was not daunted.

"And she did not which means that either she did not wish to which I do not believe or that she was misinformed somehow regarding our walk." Eleanor was no fool and she saw the plain look of despair on Catherine Morland's face as the girl recognized the brother and sister.

"Misinformed? How?" Henry turned to look at his companion.

"It is very simple if you have friends such as the Thorpes dear Henry." There was no reply from her brother but his thoughtful face was all she needed as an answer. Sometimes men are so helpless in understanding the weavings of society…

The next day brought what Eleanor expected from Catherine Morland. It was still morning when the servant entered with her card. "There is a Miss Morland in the front door miss."

Eleanor took the card with a bright smile and replied "Please show her in."

"No that would not be wise Eleanor." Curtly interrupted her father. Both the servant and the daughter looked at the general in surprise.

"We are due for a visit to the Lacontes very soon and I don't think we are in a proper state yet to receive any visitors. Jack please tell the lady that Miss Tilney has taken a walk."

"Father! That is inexcusable. The lady is my friend…" Eleanor cried out with great emotion.

"Eleanor I have my reasons. Jack do as I say." The servant reluctantly carried out his orders.

General Tilney turned to his daughter and spoke in a gentler voice, "I think we should leave immediately. I apologize my dear for not telling you earlier but the engagement totally escaped my attention earlier this morning. Please." Eleanor was very upset but she did as her father bid her.

However she had no problems venting her emotions to Henry later that afternoon and he was very much amused by her tirade. It was obvious that Eleanor had no desire to pay a call to the Lacontes, which was a tribute to her character rather than an omission of manners. And that she was obviously looking forward to a visit from Miss Morland. Whatever doubts he harbored from the day before was erased by the Miss Morland's attempt and he was in a good mood when the family attended the theatre that evening.

By sheer luck of Fate or cruelty the young lady in question was ensconced in the box almost directly against his and it took Henry all his will to not stare at her during the play. But Miss Morland had no such self-control and he felt her stare throughout the performance. It was only after the play was done that Henry felt a proper call to greet Miss Morland and her company was in order. He made his way through the small crowd and politely greeted the ladies.

"Oh! Mr. Tilney, I have been quite wild to speak to you, and make my apologies. You must have thought me so rude; but indeed it was not my own fault, was it, Mrs. Allen? Did not they tell me that Mr. Tilney and his sister were gone out in a phaeton together? And then what could I do? But I had ten thousand times rather have been with you; now had not I, Mrs. Allen?" Miss Morland cried out in abject shame and hurt. Henry mentally noted that she was indeed incapable of falsehood, as the sun was able to give rain. But his heart and pride was in anger of the Thorpes. He was more than ever determined to stop the meddling siblings and put them in their proper place.

"My dear, you tumble my gown," coolly commented Mrs. Allen who was insensible to her charge's feelings.

"We were much obliged to you at any rate for wishing us a pleasant walk after our passing you in Argyle Street: you were so kind as to look back on purpose." Responded Henry gently and with kindness though he kept some of his reserve.

"But indeed I did not wish you a pleasant walk; I never thought of such a thing; but I begged Mr. Thorpe so earnestly to stop; I called out to him as soon as ever I saw you; now, Mrs. Allen, did not - Oh! You were not there; but indeed I did; and, if Mr. Thorpe would only have stopped, I would have jumped out and run after you." Miss Morland declared and Henry had to stop himself from laughing out loud at such proclamation. His smile was transformed into a grin and Catherine was grateful for the show of white teeth.

"Oh! Do not say Miss Tilney was not angry because I know she was; for she would not see me this morning when I called; I saw her walk out of the house the next minute after my leaving it; I was hurt, but I was not affronted. Perhaps you did not know I had been there." Henry blanched a little, his sister's anger was now fully justified and the brother had to quickly find a decent excuse for the sister. So he took the easiest path which was the truth.

"I was not within at the time; but I heard of it from Eleanor, and she has been wishing ever since to see you, to explain the reason of such incivility; but perhaps I can do it as well. It was nothing more than that my father - they were just preparing to walk out, and he being hurried for time, and not caring to have it put off - made a point of her being denied. That was all, I do assure you. She was very much vexed, and meant to make her apology as soon as possible." And dear Miss Morland he mused to himself Eleanor was very much vexed.

"But, Mr. Tilney, why were you less generous than your sister? If she felt such confidence in my good intentions, and could suppose it to be only a mistake, why should you be so ready to take offense?" The question took Henry Tilney by surprise.

"Me! I take offense!" He asked in wonder.

"Nay, I am sure by your look, when you came into the box, you were angry."

"I angry! I could have no right." But he knew that his displeasure must have surfaced without his knowledge, damn and blast it all!

"Well, nobody would have thought you had no right who saw your face." She quietly added and Henry felt it his responsibility to correct the situation. With his usual flair for wit and humor their conversation turned to more pleasant subject such as the play and soon Miss Morland was her bright self.

The two were in such a good mood that neither saw Mr. Thorpe enter Henry's box and converse with the general. It was Catherine who later noticed the two men in deep discourse.

"How came Mr. Thorpe to know your father?" She inquired with some anxiety and Henry also took notice of the men across the way.

"I do not know but my father is a gregarious man being what he is. So I would not be surprised that they should have some acquaintance with each other."

The reply soothed the poor lady but Henry was alarmed. With a greater heart than when he entered the box Henry gave his farewell and swiftly made his way back to his family's side. However Mr. Thorpe was already gone when Henry found his place and was stymied from questioning his father about the visit. It was not until they reached Milsom Street that his father voiced his opinion of Miss Morland and to Henry's infinite shock the man was quite favorable of the young lady. What was even more surprising was the fact that the man encouraged their acquaintance with Miss Morland in order to strengthen the slight friendship they shared. It was an uneasy son that went to sleep that evening.

Chapter 5--Udolpho And Company...

Posted on Tuesday, 08-Sep-98

Eleanor was comfortably situated by the window playing chess with Henry when their servant William entered in an agitated state. "There is a Mr. John Thorpe wishing to speak to you urgently Miss." Henry's face betrayed his surprise but the comical visage was soon chased away by a look of utter delight.

"I wonder what gifts this Greek comes bearing Eleanor. Let's entertain ourselves."

Eleanor pursed her lips in order to prevent her smile from escaping, "Of course Henry. William let the gentleman in."

"First mistake Eleanor, he is no gentleman." Whispered her brother as the young man came rushing into the room.

"Good afternoon Miss Tilney and Mr. Tilney. I have some news from Catherine Morland. She has a prior engagement with myself, my sister and her brother in an adventure going to Clifton and that she sincerely regrets not being able to join you for your walk until Tuesday. The pleasure of your company made her absent-minded in this promise. We hope next Tuesday will not be a great inconvenience to you."

"Adventure you say dear fellow, what great adventure waits for you in Clifton?" Asked Henry with pretended excitement. All the reply he had from John Thorpe was surprised silence.

"Well what waits for you in Clifton Mr. Thorpe?" Hedged Eleanor with an edge masked in her cultured voice.

"Country air." Responded the youth quickly while a blush slowly consumed his face.

"Country air? I guess that would be an adventure for someone who lives in town but if I do remember correctly Miss Morland is from the country is she not? She could hardly find that adventurous." Remarked Henry who no longer hid his sarcasm behind the façade of gentility.

"And we shall make it to Kingsweston and Blaize Castle too. Miss Morland and my sister are keen on castles." John Thorpe realized his precarious situation in this elegant drawing room as the brother and sister circled around him like birds of prey.

"Blaize castle is in shambles. They don't even allow visitors to come to the gardens for it has gone wild." Stated Henry mercilessly, "And Bristol at this time of the year Mr. Thorpe? There is hardly a thing for a gentle lady to do there in the evenings. And I sincerely doubt there would be enough light for you to make your way back to Bath once you reached there Mr. Thorpe. So tell me exactly when does this adventure of yours suppose to start for Miss Morland? Before or after supper?"

John Thorpe turned to an amazing color of mottled red and pink. "How dare you suggest such a thing!"

"I just did Mr. Thorpe." Was the cool and cutting reply. "Any proper gentleman would never suggest such an adventure as yours. But then we are talking about you aren't we?" The astonished look on John Thorpe's face did much to balm Henry's wounded ego. He didn't forget the unwanted pain as he watched this wretch ride away with Miss Morland only few days ago.

"Miss Tilney I can hardly expect you to sit there and condone your brother's insinuations." The fool looked towards the lady.

"I can Mr. Thorpe and I must say what you have planned is unacceptable. I feel it is my duty to talk to Miss Morland and dissuade her from going on this trip of yours. And Mrs. Allen should I see her in the Pump Room tomorrow morning. Good day Mr. Thorpe." Her voice held even a harder point than her brother's did. What this creature was suggesting was indeed disastrous if not ruinous to a girl's reputation. She will make it a point to tell Catherine so but she doubted she needed to remind the Miss Morland about manners and decorum.

"Well I would like to see you try!" John Thorpe cried out heatedly.

"And so you will Mr. Thorpe. I believe my sister dismissed you from our place." Henry stated with an amused smile on his face. The unwanted guest rushed out of the room creating more discontentment than he did entering it. Fortunately the unhappy feelings were all his. "He is insufferable. I cannot believe that the Morlands would allow such a person into their midst. I am of the opinion that Mrs. Allen should be warned of his rude behavior immediately Eleanor."

"Give me a few moments Henry and I shall dispatch a note in that vein to Mrs. Allen." Eleanor went to the writing desk and calmly wrote down a few lines.

Mrs. Allen,

I have come upon some unfortunate news regarding Miss Morland's status in Bath. Mr. Thorpe's constant companionship with my young friend especially in his open carriage is causing some consternation amongst the members of our Society. Of course we who know dear Catherine and believe it to be a youthful energy and persuasion. However I cannot think Mr. Thorpe to be innocent of schemes. Please forgive me for my impertinence if this letter causes any distress to your person but young people going to public places and inns will cause such talk! And I cannot think of any harm falling upon the dear Catherine.

With Respect,

E. Tilney

"Deliver this yourself brother, I am sure they will read it immediately if they knew you to be the messenger. And don't let anyone see you!" Henry gave a sweeping bow and took the letter from his sister. With a brief kiss placed on his cheek Eleanor saw him off to deliver her note. Her dislike of the Thorpes turned to positive distaste after witnessing such behavior from John Thorpe. He was the worst person she had the displeasure of meeting in a long time and she was more than determined to severe the Thorpe's influence over Miss Morland. She believed not a word that fell from Thorpe's lips and was horrified that such vulgar schemes were presented to her person. But what angered her most was the confidence this creature had that she would believe such poor lies! What did he believe her to be? Some simple naïve chit that would swoon at his masculine person? Her brother returned in minutes and was soon joined by their father. The group agreed to take a stroll and made some way around a nearby park.

They were just re-establishing themselves in the drawing-room when Miss Morland came in without William! Her face was bright from an obviously brisk walk and she had difficulty breathing. However she was determined to speak very quickly. "I am come in a great hurry - It was all a mistake - I never promised to go - I told them from the first I could not go. - I ran away in a great hurry to explain it. - I did not care what you thought of me. - I would not stay for the servant."

Henry had to control himself from laughing out loud. She might be silly and undignified but the girl had not one bone of dishonesty in her character. "Yes, Mr. Thorpe told us and I must say we were surprised by it all. But we are glad that it was all a great misunderstanding. Were you visiting the water gardens in the park?" Eleanor gentled her anger and felt great pity for the young woman who was in great distress because of her supposed friend's falsehood.

"No, Mr. Thorpe informed me while I was entertaining his sister at home. He told me he met you in your stroll at Brook Street. And that I would be too late in explaining this mistake before you reached home." The girl's voice shrank in shame. Henry shared a glance with Eleanor and then both looked to their father. The older gentleman kept silent in his wisdom. Both the brother and sister were shocked at the length of deception this Thorpe would use and the Tilneys did great service to the god of generosity by entertaining the young lady. Their wit and humor was such that after a quarter of an hour Catherine was her gay self again.

The next day the weather made it a good morning for all concerned in the walk. They made their path around Beechen Cliff whose vantage could be admired from almost every angle in Bath. "I never look at it without thinking of the south of France." Catherine stated dreamily.

"You have been abroad then?" Henry stared at her surprised at such a comment.

"Oh! No, I only mean what I have read about. It always puts me in mind of the country that Emily and her father traveled through, in The Mysteries of Udolpho. But you never read novels, I dare say?" Catherine was determined to explain away her comment and start a fresh conversation.

"Why not?" He asked in great amusement.

"Because they are not clever enough for you - gentlemen read better books."

"The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid. I have read all Mrs. Radcliffe's works, and most of them with great pleasure. The Mysteries of Udolpho, when I had once begun it, I could not lay down again; I remember finishing it in two days - my hair standing on end the whole time." He gave a knowing glance at his sister to silence her from reiterating any disfavorable comments he made earlier regarding such novels.

"Yes, and I remember that you undertook to read it aloud to me, and that when I was called away for only five minutes to answer a note, instead of waiting for me, you took the volume into the Hermitage Walk, and I was obliged to stay till you had finished it." Eleanor lied blithely.

"Thank you, Eleanor - a most honourable testimony. You see, Miss Morland, the injustice of your suspicions. Here was I, in my eagerness to get on, refusing to wait only five minutes for my sister, breaking the promise I had made of reading it aloud, and keeping her in suspense at a most interesting part, by running away with the volume, which, you are to observe, was her own, particularly her own. I am proud when I reflect on it, and I think it must establish me in your good opinion." Henry continued knowing he was standing on unstable ground. He never read Udolpho or any such novels and should Catherine question him on the plots he would have to depend on the good graces of his sister to come to his rescue! All he knew of such works were small pieces of information he gathered during conversations and discussions with the ladies.

"I am very glad to hear it indeed, and now I shall never be ashamed of liking Udolpho myself. But I really thought before, young men despised novels amazingly."

"It is amazingly; it may well suggest amazement if they do - for they read nearly as many as women. I myself have read hundreds and hundreds. Do not imagine that you can cope with me in a knowledge of Julias and Louisas. If we proceed to particulars, and engage in the never-ceasing inquiry of `Have you read this?' and `Have you read that?' I shall soon leave you as far behind me as - what shall I say? - l want an appropriate simile. - as far as your friend Emily herself left poor Valancourt when she went with her aunt into Italy. Consider how many years I have had the start of you. I had entered on my studies at Oxford, while you were a good little girl working your sampler at home!" Eleanor had to slow down her pace in order to hide her smile behind Miss Morland's back. How Henry could continue such lies…

"Not very good, I am afraid. But now really, do not you think Udolpho the nicest book in the world?" Catherine asked in all her innocence.

"The nicest - by which I suppose you mean the neatest. That must depend upon the binding." He quipped.

"Henry, you are very impertinent. Miss Morland, he is treating you exactly as he does his sister. He is forever finding fault with me, for some incorrectness of language, and now he is taking the same liberty with you. The word `nicest,' as you used it, did not suit him; and you had better change it as soon as you can, or we shall be overpowered with Johnson and Blair all the rest of the way." Eleanor interfered lest her brother loses himself in the conversation!

"I am sure, I did not mean to say anything wrong; but it is a nice book, and why should not I call it so?" She asked confused.

"Very true, and this is a very nice day, and we are taking a very nice walk, and you are two very nice young ladies. Oh! It is a very nice word indeed! It does for everything. Originally perhaps it was applied only to express neatness, propriety, delicacy, or refinement - people were nice in their dress, in their sentiments, or their choice. But now every commendation on every subject is comprised in that one word." He needled a little and was rewarded with a humorous but sharp retort from Eleanor.

"While, in fact, it ought only to be applied to you, without any commendation at all. You are more nice than wise. Come, Miss Morland, let us leave him to meditate over our faults in the utmost propriety of diction, while we praise Udolpho in whatever terms we like best. It is a most interesting work. You are fond of that kind of reading?"

"To say the truth, I do not much like any other." Catherine confessed realizing the genuine humor and teasing being exchanged between brother and sister.

"Indeed!" Eleanor cried out playfully.

"That is, I can read poetry and plays, and things of that sort, and do not dislike travels. But history, real solemn history, I cannot be interested in. Can you?"

"Yes, I am fond of history." It was Henry's turn to laugh behind her back.

"I wish I were too. I read it a little as a duty, but it tells me nothing that does not either vex or weary me. The quarrels of popes and kings, with wars or pestilences, in every page; the men all so good for nothing, and hardly any women at all - it is very tiresome: and yet I often think it odd that it should be so dull, for a great deal of it must be invention. The speeches that are put into the heroes' mouths, their thoughts and designs - the chief of all this must be invention, and invention is what delights me in other books." Catherine stated solemnly and Henry became thoughtful regarding her observation.

"Historians, you think, are not happy in their flights of fancy. They display imagination without raising interest. I am fond of history - and am very well contented to take the false with the true. In the principal facts they have sources of intelligence in former histories and records, which may be as much depended on, I conclude, as anything that does not actually pass under one's own observation; and as for the little embellishments you speak of, they are embellishments, and I like them as such. If a speech be well drawn up, I read it with pleasure, by whomsoever it may be made - and probably with much greater, if the production of Mr. Hume or Mr. Robertson, than if the genuine words of Caractacus, Agricola, or Alfred the Great." Eleanor stated also with some seriousness and Henry was surprised to hear this from his carefree sister.

"You are fond of history! And so are Mr. Allen and my father; and I have two brothers who do not dislike it. So many instances within my small circle of friends is remarkable! At this rate, I shall not pity the writers of history any longer. If people like to read their books, it is all very well, but to be at so much trouble in filling great volumes, which, as I used to think, nobody would willingly ever look into, to be labouring only for the torment of little boys and girls, always struck me as a hard fate; and though I know it is all very right and necessary, I have often wondered at the person's courage that could sit down on purpose to do it." Catherine remarked remembering some cruel tutors that were inflicted upon the Morland children.

"That little boys and girls should be tormented, is what no one at all acquainted with human nature in a civilized state can deny; but in behalf of our most distinguished historians, I must observe that they might well be offended at being supposed to have no higher aim, and that by their method and style, they are perfectly well qualified to torment readers of the most advanced reason and mature time of life. I use the verb to torment, as I observed to be your own method, instead of to instruct supposing them to be now admitted as synonymous." Henry voiced his observation puzzled at her choice of words.

"You think me foolish to call instruction a torment, but if you had been as much used as myself to hear poor little children first learning their letters and then learning to spell, if you had ever seen how stupid they can be for a whole morning together, and how tired my poor mother is at the end of it, as I am in the habit of seeing almost every day of my life at home, you would allow that `to torment' and `to instruct' might sometimes be used as synonymous words." She replied calmly.

"Very probably. But historians are not accountable for the difficulty of learning to read; and even you yourself, who do not altogether seem particularly friendly to very severe, very intense application, may perhaps be brought to acknowledge that it is very well worth-while to be tormented for two or three years of one's life, for the sake of being able to read all the rest of it. Consider - if reading had not been taught, Mrs. Radcliffe would have written in vain - or perhaps might not have written at all." Henry defended for he did like History and reading in general.

The conversation drifted into shallower channels then to drawing in which Miss Morland had almost no talent or knowledge. Both brother and sister took pity in her and did much to lecture her on the principles of art. The girl was quick to learn and was soon able to understand and enjoy the conversation.

"I have heard that something very shocking indeed will soon come out in London." Confessed Miss Morland.

"Indeed! And of what nature?" Asked Eleanor quickly for the conversation was becoming desultory again.

"That I do not know, nor who is the author. I have only heard that it is to be more horrible than anything we have met with yet." Replied Catherine wishing she had more information to impart.

"Good heaven! Where could you hear of such a thing?" Eleanor asked already knowing who did.

"A particular friend of mine had an account of it in a letter from London yesterday. It is to be uncommonly dreadful. I shall expect murder and everything of the kind."

"You speak with astonishing composure! But I hope your friend's accounts have been exaggerated; and if such a design is known beforehand, proper measures will undoubtedly be taken by government to prevent its coming to effect." Was Eleanor's reply hoping to dismiss the topic thus banishing the spectres of the Thorpes from their exercise.

"Government, neither desires nor dares to interfere in such matters. There must be murder; and government cares not how much." Teased Henry with an amused smile at his sister and Miss Morland. "Come, shall I make you understand each other, or leave you to puzzle out an explanation as you can? No - I will be noble. I will prove myself a man, no less by the generosity of my soul than the clearness of my head. I have no patience with such of my sex as disdain to let themselves sometimes down to the comprehension of yours. Perhaps the abilities of women are neither sound nor acute - neither vigorous nor keen. Perhaps they may want observation, discernment, judgment, fire, genius, and wit."

"Miss Morland, do not mind what he says; but have the goodness to satisfy me as to this dreadful riot."

"Riot! What riot?" Asked Catherine in genuine confusion. To an outsider the interaction between this brother and sister was so swift that a guest might quickly become lost in their duel of wits and words.

"My dear Eleanor, the riot is only in your own brain. The confusion there is scandalous. Miss Morland has been talking of nothing more dreadful than a new publication which is shortly to come out, in three duodecimo volumes, two hundred and seventy-six pages in each, with a frontispiece to the first, of two tombstones and a lantern - do you understand? And you, Miss Morland - my stupid sister has mistaken all your clearest expressions. You talked of expected horrors in London - and instead of instantly conceiving, as any rational creature would have done, that such words could relate only to a circulating library, she immediately pictured to herself a mob of three thousand men assembling in St. George's Fields, the Bank attacked, the Tower threatened, the streets of London flowing with blood, a detachment of the Twelfth Light Dragoons (the hopes of the nation) called up from Northampton to quell the insurgents, and the gallant Captain Frederick Tilney, in the moment of charging at the head of his troop, knocked off his horse by a brickbat from an upper window. Forgive her stupidity. The fears of the sister have added to the weakness of the woman; but she is by no means a simpleton in general." He was rewarded with only grave looks from both ladies for this thick comment.

"And now, Henry that you have made us understand each other, you may as well make Miss Morland understand yourself - unless you mean to have her think you intolerably rude to your sister, and a great brute in your opinion of women in general. Miss Morland is not used to your odd ways." Eleanor warned expecting a proper apology.

"I shall be most happy to make her better acquainted with them." Was his form of reply.

"No doubt; but that is no explanation of the present." She continued determined to extract an apology for that improper and rather pedantic show of wit. Sometimes Henry can lose himself in his own pride!

"What am I to do?"

"You know what you ought to do. Clear your character handsomely before her. Tell her that you think very highly of the understanding of women." Eleanor offered in all seriousness.

"Miss Morland, I think very highly of the understanding of all the women in the world - especially of those - whoever they may be - with whom I happen to be in company." Henry was determined to not lose this battle of wills.

"That is not enough. Be more serious."

"Miss Morland, no one can think more highly of the understanding of women than I do. In my opinion, nature has given them so much that they never find it necessary to use more than half." Catherine smiled unwillingly at such a brazen comment and Eleanor threw an exasperated look at her direction.

"We shall get nothing more serious from him now, Miss Morland. He is not in a sober mood. But I do assure you that he must be entirely misunderstood, if he can ever appear to say an unjust thing of any woman at all, or an unkind one of me." She apologized for her brother's behalf. And her brother to her great relief did behave with great diplomacy for the rest of the walk.

Chapter 6: Captain Frederick Tilney

Posted on Friday, 11-Sep-98

The affair was a disaster from the beginning though Eleanor did much to cover the animosity between the son and the father. General Tilney was absolutely delighted with Catherine Morland being Eleanor's guest. This roused great suspicions within Henry who remained suspicious and sullen throughout the meal. Poor Catherine, the girl had enough sense to realize something was amiss but knowing the girl she would blame herself for the silent discord ruling her visit. Eleanor strained herself so badly trying to keep the peace that the most pleasant person in the whole room ended up being General Tilney. Both siblings wondered why the father was keen on the young Miss Morland. They knew him too well to believe that he appreciated the girl's generous and innocent character. Fortune and fame ruled his heart and though neither knew how Miss Morland could offer either they knew General Tilney believed Catherine could. And then to add some more strain upon the meal Frederick's presence was looming upon the horizon as they expected a visit from him.

Captain Frederick Tilney was his father's son in every way possible. A capable officer like General Tilney the man also inherited his father's fickleness and pride. Thinking himself cleverer than the rest of his siblings Captain Tilney consistently proved otherwise. Eleanor loved him as much as her kindness and patience allowed. However her intelligence curtailed any great show of affection for this brother was mean and careless with his treatment of others. She had long ago surrendered any hope that Frederick would improve with age as Henry has done.

The next morning saw Henry's humor returning along with his memory of his behavior the evening before. "I swear Eleanor why did you not tell me to excuse myself from the table? I cannot believe you let me treat Miss Morland in such poor fashion!" The brother cried out with great exasperation.

"Oh and what am I suppose to say Henry? Excuse my brother he has a headache? Or vapors perhaps? If you are going to behave like a boor it's only right for Catherine to see you in such foul temper. That her Galahad is not so gallant after all but only a man, and rather a spoiled one at that!" Eleanor replied rather heatedly for it was unjust for Henry to put the blame of his misbehavior on her person!

"But you're Eleanor! And I am only poor Henry. We all know you're the peacemaker, the Saint of Tilney Clan dear sister while I'm just…sarcastic. Do not contradict me. I can hear as well as you and I know the opinions of the servants and neighbors better than you think." Henry replied trying to soothe the wound that he unwittingly caused.

"Well, that's a definite sign of humility that I did not know you had dear brother. Congratulations Eleanor, you've achieved something that even our dear father could not possibly succeed in doing." Both turned to the doorway where a gentleman in a redcoat stood with an amused look on his face.

"Frederick we were expecting you yesterday. Come in!" Eleanor greeted warmly while throwing a warning glance towards her other brother. Henry stared with practiced nonchalance at the uniformed figure then sat down to finish his letters.

The evening was to be spent in the Rooms and would have been the usual dull fare until Miss Morland joined the party. Henry's moods improved a great deal upon her presence and the party was soon very gay. The two made themselves scarce from their groups and was noted by everyone to be a charming couple on the dance floor. So obvious was Henry's preference towards Miss Morland that Frederick cornered Eleanor and began asking.

"Who is that young lady that our brother prefers with such open regard? I must say Henry is making himself look a fool for it."

"Her name is Catherine Morland and I would be careful of what you say for our father approves of the match dear Frederick." Eleanor whispered back quickly in order to silence the officer.

"Really? I must say I am surprised that those two could agree on anything. If one said that the constellation is Orion the other would claim it to be Ursa Major. And both would duel to the death in order to prove themselves correct. Are you teasing me Eleanor?" He asked with raised eyebrows.

"No dear Frederick I am not leading you astray. So step lightly with your wit Frederick lest you want to cut both Henry and father." Her voice was solemn enough to convince the Captain to heed her advice.

"Well I detest dancing in such company as this but I must say that young friend of Miss Morland's a beauty. Excuse me while I ask for her hand." The brother made a swift attachment to Henry and pulled him aside for an introduction to Miss Thorpe. However Captain Tilney's plans were thwarted when Miss Morland told Henry that her friend would not dance at all tonight. Henry rather gleefully told Frederick who gave a curt bow and turned away to find another partner.

"Your brother will not mind it, I know, because I heard him say before that he hated dancing; but it was very good-natured in him to think of it. I suppose he saw Isabella sitting down, and fancied she might wish for a partner; but he is quite mistaken, for she would not dance upon any account in the world." Catherine explained trying to explain her friend's wishes.

"How very little trouble it can give you to understand the motive of other people's actions." Henry replied wondering at her innocence.

"Why? What do you mean?" She asked her dark eyes in utter puzzlement over his answer.

"With you, it is not, How is such a one likely to be influenced, What is the inducement most likely to act upon such a person's feelings, age, situation, and probable habits of life considered - but, How should I be influenced, What would be my inducement in acting so and so?" Henry spoke trying to explain knowing Miss Morland would be incapable of understanding.

"I do not understand you." She replied feeling quite stupid and uncomfortable because of it.

"Then we are on very unequal terms, for I understand you perfectly well." He teased silently wondering if he did actually understand the likes of Miss Morland.

"Me? Yes; I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible." She answered in honesty only to receive a laughing reply from her partner. "Bravo! An excellent satire on modern language."

"But pray tell me what you mean."

"Shall I indeed? Do you really desire it? But you are not aware of the consequences; it will involve you in a very cruel embarrassment, and certainly bring on a disagreement between us. " He warned realizing that it certainly would bring discord into their midst.

"No, no; it shall not do either; I am not afraid."

"Well, then, I only meant that your attributing my brother's wish of dancing with Miss Thorpe to good nature alone convinced me of your being superior in good nature yourself to all the rest of the world." He explained and as he suspected Catherine became embarrassed then silent. Her happy demeanor disappeared under such cruel observation. And Henry did regret voicing this mean idea to her for she would never act in such calculated manner. Silence descended upon the couple until Isabella's voice roused Catherine to see her friend with Captain Tilney on the floor!

"I cannot think how it could happen! Isabella was so determined not to dance." Catherine cried out in surprise to Henry who was not surprised at all.

"And did Isabella never change her mind before?" He asked Catherine glad to hear her voice again.

"Oh! But, because - And your brother! After what you told him from me, how could he think of going to ask her?" She unknowingly berated Frederick whose behavior did indeed mark him low in her eyes. Henry was not surprised to see him behave in such a manner so his reply was somewhat jaded.

"I cannot take surprise to myself on that head. You bid me be surprisedon your friend's account, and therefore I am; but as for my brother, his conduct in the business, I must own, hasbeen no more than I believed him perfectly equal to. The fairness of your friend was an open attraction; her firmness, you know, could only be understood by yourself."

"You are laughing; but, I assure you, Isabella is very firm in general." Catherine defended her friend with great spirit.

"It is as much as should be said of anyone. To be always firm must be to be often obstinate. When properly to relax is the trial of judgment; and, without reference to my brother, I really think Miss Thorpe has by no means chosen ill in fixing on the present hour." His remark was cryptic enough to hide his real opinion of the couple. With Eleanor by his side Henry did much to amuse Miss Morland that at the end of the ball both he and his sister were quite sure Miss Morland thought the evening to be a great success.

The three returned to Milsom street where Captain Tilney informed them with a surprising bit of news.

"The pretty thing I was dancing with, Miss Thorpe? She's engaged to James Morland, brother to Catherine Morland. Though the engagement is to be kept private the girl would talk of nothing else. And here is something else and this involves you dear brother. John Thorpe, Isabella's brother is in love with Miss Morland. And from what I gathered he is going to Fullerton somewhere in the near future to make his feelings known. That is as soon as Miss Morland accepts his love-suit" If Frederick wanted to wound Henry with this bit of news he was sorely disappointed.

Henry started laughing quite loudly and even Eleanor had to smile. "I sincerely doubt Mr. Thorpe's proposal will be accepted with any great preference Captain. I have it on good authority that she thinks rather poorly of Mr. Thorpe and would certainly refuse any such advances from the brute. Good night Frederick." Henry dismissed his puzzled brother with a wave and the captain obliged nicely. As Frederick exited from the drawing room he was greeted with the sight of General Tilney standing outside the doorway with a thoughtful look upon his face.

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