Chapter 4
With more than usual eagerness did Catherine hasten to the Pump room the next day,secure within herself of seeing Mr Tilney there before the morning were over,and ready to meet him with a smile: but no smile was demanded Mr Tilney did not appear.Every creature in Bath,except himself,was to be seen in the room at different periods of the fashionable hours;crowds of people were every moment passing in and out,up the steps and down;people whom nobody cared about,and nobody wanted to see;and he only was absent.‘What a delightful place Bath is,’said Mrs Allen,as they sat down near the great clock,after parading the room till they were tired;‘and how pleasant it would be if we had any acquaintance here.’
This sentiment had been uttered so often in vain，that Mrs Allen had no particular reason to hope it would be followed with more advantage now;but we are told to ‘despair of nothing we would attain,’as ‘unwearied diligence our point would gain’;and the unwearied diligence with which she had every day wished for the same thing was at length to have its just reward,for hardly had she been seated ten minutes before a lady of about her own age,who was sitting by her,and had been looking at her attentively for several minutes,addressed her with great complaisance in these words: ‘I think,madam,I cannot be mistaken;it is a long time since I had the pleasure of seeing you,but is not your name Allen?’This question answered,as it readily was,the stranger pronounced hers to be Thorpe;and Mrs Allen immediately recognised the features of a former schoolfellow and intimate,whom she had seen only once since their respective marriages,and that many years ago.Their joy on this meeting was very great,as well it might,since they had been contented to know nothing of each other for the last fifteen years.Compliments on good looks now passed;and,after observing how time had slipped away since they were last together,how little they had thought of meeting in Bath,and what a pleasure it was to see an old friend,they proceeded to make inquiries and give intelligence as to their families,sisters,and cousins,talking both together,far more ready to give than to receive information,and each hearing very little of what the other said.Mrs Thorpe,however,had one great advantage as a talker,over Mrs Allen,in a family of children;and when she expatiated on the talents of her sons,and the beauty of her daughters, when she related their different situations and views, that John was at Oxford,Edward at Merchant Taylors',and William at sea, and all of them more beloved and respected in their different station than any other three beings ever were,Mrs Allen had no similar information to give,no similar triumphs to press on the unwilling and unbelieving ear of her friend,and was forced to sit and appear to listen to all these maternal effusions,consoling herself,however,with the discovery,which her keen eye soon made,that the lace on Mrs Thorpe's pelisse was not half so handsome as that on her own.
‘Here come my dear girls,’cried Mrs Thorpe,pointing at three smart looking females，who,arm in arm,were then moving towards her.‘My dear Mrs Allen,I long to introduce them;they will be so delighted to see you:the tallest is Isabella,my eldest;is not she a fine young woman?The others are very much admired too,but I believe Isabella is the handsomest.’
The Miss Thorpes were introduced;and Miss Morland,who had been for a short time forgotten,was introduced likewise.The name seemed to strike them all;and,after speaking to her with great civility,the eldest young lady observed aloud to the rest,‘How excessively like her brother Miss Morland is!’
‘The very picture of him indeed!’cried the mother and ‘I should have known her anywhere for his sister!’was repeated by them all,two or three times over.For a moment Catherine was surprised;but Mrs Thorpe and her daughters had scarcely begun the history of their acquaintance with Mr James Morland,before she remembered that her eldest brother had lately formed an intimacy with a young man of his own college,of the name of Thorpe;and that he had spent the last week of the Christmas vacation with his family,near London.
The whole being explained,many obliging things were said by the Miss Thorpes of their wish of being better acquainted with her;of being considered as already friends,through the friendship of their brothers,&c.which Catherine heard with pleasure,and answered with all the pretty expressions she could command;and,as the first proof of amity,she was soon invited to accept an arm of the eldest Miss Thorpe,and take a turn with her about the room.Catherine was delighted with this extension of her Bath acquaintance,and almost forgot Mr Tilney while she talked to Miss Thorpe.Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.