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close to her door made her start; it seemed as if someone

was touching the very doorway--and in another moment



a slight motion of the lock proved that some hand must

be on it. She trembled a little at the idea of anyone's



approaching so cautiously; but resolving not to be again

overcome by trivial appearances of alarm, or misled



by a raised imagination, she stepped quietly forward,

and opened the door. Eleanor, and only Eleanor, stood there.



Catherine's spirits, however, were tranquillized but for

an instant, for Eleanor's cheeks were pale, and her manner



greatly agitated. Though evidently intending to come in,

it seemed an effort to enter the room, and a still



greater to speak when there. Catherine, supposing some

uneasiness on Captain Tilney's account, could only



express her concern by silent attention, obliged her

to be seated, rubbed her temples with lavender-water,



and hung over her with affectionate solicitude.

"My dear Catherine, you must not--you must not indeed--"



were Eleanor's first connected words. "I am quite well.

This kindness distracts me--I cannot bear it--I come



to you on such an errand!"

"Errand! To me!"



"How shall I tell you! Oh! How shall I tell you!"

A new idea now darted into Catherine's mind,



and turning as pale as her friend, she exclaimed,

"'Tis a messenger from Woodston!"



"You are mistaken, indeed," returned Eleanor, looking at

her most compassionately; "it is no one from Woodston.



It is my father himself." Her voice faltered, and her eyes

were turned to the ground as she mentioned his name.



His unlooked-for return was enough in itself to make

Catherine's heart sink, and for a few moments she



hardly supposed there were anything worse to be told.

She said nothing; and Eleanor, endeavouring to collect



herself and speak with firmness, but with eyes still

cast down, soon went on. "You are too good, I am sure,



to think the worse of me for the part I am obliged

to perform. I am indeed a most unwillingmessenger.



After what has so lately passed, so lately been

settled between us--how joyfully, how thankfully on my



side!--as to your continuing here as I hoped for many,

many weeks longer, how can I tell you that your kindness



is not to be accepted--and that the happiness your

company has hitherto given us is to be repaid by-- But



I must not trust myself with words. My dear Catherine,

we are to part. My father has recollected an engagement



that takes our whole family away on Monday. We are going

to Lord Longtown's, near Hereford, for a fortnight.



Explanation and apology are equally impossible. I cannot

attempt either."



"My dear Eleanor," cried Catherine, suppressing her

feelings as well as she could, "do not be so distressed.



A second engagement must give way to a first. I am very,

very sorry we are to part--so soon, and so suddenly too;



but I am not offended, indeed I am not. I can finish my

visit here, you know, at any time; or I hope you will come



to me. Can you, when you return from this lord's, come

to Fullerton?"



"It will not be in my power, Catherine."

"Come when you can, then."



Eleanor made no answer; and Catherine's thoughts

recurring to something more directly interesting,



she added, thinkng aloud, "Monday--so soon as Monday;

and you all go. Well, I am certain of-- I shall be able



to take leave, however. I need not go till just before

you do, you know. Do not be distressed, Eleanor, I can



go on Monday very well. My father and mother's having

no notice of it is of very little consequence.



The general will send a servant with me, I dare say,

half the way--and then I shall soon be at Salisbury,



and then I am only nine miles from home."

"Ah, Catherine! Were it settled so, it would be



somewhat less intolerable, though in such common attentions

you would have received but half what you ought.



But--how can I tell you?--tomorrow morning is fixed for your




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