near Fullerton. You must be near us."
"I am sure I shall be
miserable if we do not.
If I can but be near you, I shall be satisfied.
But this is idle talking! I will not allow myself to think
of such things, till we have your father's answer.
Morland says that by sending it tonight to Salisbury,
we may have it tomorrow. Tomorrow? I know I shall never have
courage to open the letter. I know it will be the death
of me."
A reverie succeeded this conviction--and when
Isabella spoke again, it was to
resolve on the quality
of her wedding-gown.
Their
conference was put an end to by the
anxiousyoung lover himself, who came to breathe his
parting sigh
before he set off for Wiltshire. Catherine wished to
congratulate him, but knew not what to say, and her eloquence
was only in her eyes. From them, however, the eight parts
of speech shone out most expressively, and James could
combine them with ease. Impatient for the realization
of all that he hoped at home, his adieus were not long;
and they would have been yet shorter, had he not been
frequently detained by the
urgent entreaties of his fair
one that he would go. Twice was he called almost from the
door by her
eagerness to have him gone. "Indeed, Morland,
I must drive you away. Consider how far you have to ride.
I cannot bear to see you
linger so. For heaven's sake,
waste no more time. There, go, go--I insist on it."
The two friends, with hearts now more united than ever,
were
inseparable for the day; and in schemes of sisterly
happiness the hours flew along. Mrs. Thorpe and her son,
who were acquainted with everything, and who seemed only
to want Mr. Morland's consent, to consider Isabella's
engagement as the most
fortunate circumstance imaginable
for their family, were allowed to join their counsels,
and add their quota of
significant looks and mysterious
expressions to fill up the
measure of curiosity
to be raised in the unprivileged younger sisters.
To Catherine's simple feelings, this odd sort of reserve
seemed neither kindly meant, nor
consistently supported;
and its unkindness she would hardly have forborne
pointing out, had its inconsistency been less their friend;
but Anne and Maria soon set her heart at ease by the
sagacity of their "I know what"; and the evening was spent
in a sort of war of wit, a display of family ingenuity,
on one side in the
mystery of an
affected secret,
on the other of undefined discovery, all
equally acute.
Catherine was with her friend again the next day,
endeavouring to support her spirits and while away the
many
tedious hours before the
delivery of the letters;
a needful
exertion, for as the time of
reasonable expectation
drew near, Isabella became more and more desponding,
and before the letter arrived, had worked herself
into a state of real
distress. But when it did come,
where could
distress be found? "I have had no difficulty
in gaining the consent of my kind parents, and am
promised that everything in their power shall be done
to forward my happiness," were the first three lines,
and in one moment all was
joyfulsecurity. The brightest
glow was
instantly spread over Isabella's features,
all care and
anxiety seemed removed, her spirits became
almost too high for control, and she called herself without
scruple the happiest of mortals.
Mrs. Thorpe, with tears of joy, embraced her daughter,
her son, her
visitor, and could have embraced half
the inhabitants of Bath with
satisfaction. Her heart
was overflowing with
tenderness. It was "dear John"
and "dear Catherine" at every word; "dear Anne and dear Maria"
must immediately be made sharers in their felicity;
and two "dears" at once before the name of Isabella were
not more than that
beloved child had now well earned.
John himself was no skulker in joy. He not only bestowed
on Mr. Morland the high
commendation of being one of the
finest fellows in the world, but swore off many sentences
in his praise.