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insensible gradations in the course of another day。
Henry's astonishing generosity and nobleness of conduct；
in never alluding in the slightest way to what had passed；
was of the greatest assistance to her； and sooner than
she could have supposed it possible in the beginning of
her distress； her spirits became absolutely comfortable；
and capable； as heretofore； of continual improvement by
anything he said。 There were still some subjects； indeed；
under which she believed they must always tremblethe
mention of a chest or a cabinet； for instanceand she did
not love the sight of japan in any shape： but even she
could allow that an occasional memento of past folly；
however painful； might not be without use。
The anxieties of common life began soon to succeed to
the alarms of romance。 Her desire of hearing from Isabella
grew every day greater。 She was quite impatient to know
how the Bath world went on； and how the rooms were attended；
and especially was she anxious to be assured of Isabella's
having matched some fine netting…cotton； on which she
had left her intent； and of her continuing on the best
terms with James。 Her only dependence for information
of any kind was on Isabella。 James had protested against
writing to her till his return to Oxford； and Mrs。 Allen
had given her no hopes of a letter till she had got back
to Fullerton。 But Isabella had promised and promised again；
and when she promised a thing； she was so scrupulous
in performing it！ This made it so particularly strange！
For nine successive mornings； Catherine wondered
over the repetition of a disappointment； which each
morning became more severe： but； on the tenth； when she
entered the breakfast…room； her first object was a letter；
held out by Henry's willing hand。 She thanked him
as heartily as if he had written it himself。 〃'Tis only
from James； however；〃 as she looked at the direction。
She opened it； it was from Oxford； and to this purpose：
〃Dear Catherine；
〃Though； God knows； with little inclination
for writing； I think it my duty to tell you that
everything is at an end between Miss Thorpe and me。
I left her and Bath yesterday； never to see either
again。 I shall not enter into particularsthey
would only pain you more。 You will soon hear enough
from another quarter to know where lies the blame；
and I hope will acquit your brother of everything
but the folly of too easily thinking his affection
returned。 Thank God！ I am undeceived in time！ But
it is a heavy blow！ After my father's consent had
been so kindly givenbut no more of this。 She has
made me miserable forever！ Let me soon hear from
you； dear Catherine； you are my only friend； your
love I do build upon。 I wish your visit at Northanger
may be over before Captain Tilney makes his engagement
known； or you will be uncomfortably circumstanced。
Poor Thorpe is in town： I dread the sight of him；
his honest heart would feel so much。 I have written
to him and my father。 Her duplicity hurts me more
than all； till the very last； if I reasoned with
her； she declared herself as much attached to me as
ever； and laughed at my fears。 I am ashamed to
think how long I bore with it； but if ever man had
reason to believe himself loved； I was that man。
I cannot understand even now what she would be at；
for there could be no need of my being played off
to make her secure of Tilney。 We parted at last by
mutual consenthappy for me had we never met！ I
can never expect to know such another woman！ Dearest
Catherine； beware how you give your heart。
〃Believe me；〃 &c。
Catherine had not read three lines before her sudden
change of countenance； and short exclamations of sorrowing
wonder； declared her to be receiving unpleasant news；
and Henry； earnestly watching her through the whole letter；
saw plainly that it ended no better than it began。
He was prevented； however； from even looking his surprise
by his father's entrance。 They went to breakfast directly；
but Catherine could hardly eat anything。 Tears filled
her eyes； and even ran down her cheeks as she sat。
The letter was one moment in her hand； then in her lap；
and then in her pocket； and she looked as if she knew
not what she did。 The general； between his cocoa and
his newspaper； had luckily no leisure for noticing her；
but to the other two her distress was equally visible。
As soon as she dared leave the table she hurried away
to her own room； but the housemaids were busy in it；
and she was obliged to come down again。 She turned
into the drawing…room for privacy； but Henry and Eleanor
had likewise retreated thither； and were at that moment
deep in consultation about her。 She drew back；
trying to beg their pardon； but was； with gentle violence；
forced to return； and the others withdrew； after Eleanor had
affectionately expressed a wish of being of use or comfort
to her。
After half an hour's free indulgence of grief and
reflection； Catherine felt equal to encountering her friends；
but whether she should make her distress known to them was
another consideration。 Perhaps； if particularly questioned；
she might just give an ideajust distantly hint at
itbut not more。 To expose a friend； such a friend
as Isabella had been to herand then their own brother
so closely concerned in it！ She believed she must waive
the subject altogether。 Henry and Eleanor were by themselves
in the breakfast…room； and each； as she entered it；
looked at her anxiously。 Catherine took her place at
the table； and； after a short silence； Eleanor said； 〃No bad
news from Fullerton； I hope？ Mr。 and Mrs。 Morlandyour
brothers and sistersI hope they are none of them ill？〃
〃No； I thank you〃 （sighing as she spoke）； 〃they are
all very well。 My letter was from my brother at Oxford。〃
Nothing further was said for a few minutes； and then
speaking through her tears； she added； 〃I do not think
I shall ever wish for a letter again！〃
〃I am sorry；〃 said Henry； closing the book he had
just opened； 〃if I had suspected the letter of containing
anything unwelcome； I should have given it with very different feelings。〃
〃It contained something worse than anybody could
suppose！ Poor James is so unhappy