too much. Let us drop the subject."
Catherine, in some
amazement, complied, and after
remaining a few moments silent, was on the point of
reverting to what interested her at that time rather more
than anything else in the world, Laurentina's skeleton,
when her friend prevented her, by
saying, "For heaven's
sake! Let us move away from this end of the room.
Do you know, there are two
odious young men who have been
staring at me this half hour. They really put me quite
out of
countenance. Let us go and look at the arrivals.
They will hardly follow us there."
Away they walked to the book; and while Isabella
examined the names, it was Catherine's
employment to watch
the
proceedings of these alarming young men.
"They are not coming this way, are they? I hope they
are not so impertinent as to follow us. Pray let me know
if they are coming. I am determined I will not look up."
In a few moments Catherine, with unaffected pleasure,
assured her that she need not be longer
uneasy, as the
gentlemen had just left the pump-room.
"And which way are they gone?" said Isabella,
turning
hastily round. "One was a very good-looking
young man."
"They went towards the church-yard."
"Well, I am
amazingly glad I have got rid of them!
And now, what say you to going to Edgar's Buildings
with me, and looking at my new hat? You said you should
like to see it."
Catherine
readily agreed. "Only," she added,
"perhaps we may
overtake the two young men."
"Oh! Never mind that. If we make haste, we shall
pass by them
presently, and I am dying to show you my hat."
"But if we only wait a few minutes, there will be
no danger of our
seeing them at all."
"I shall not pay them any such
compliment, I assure you.
I have no notion of treating men with such respect.
That is the way to spoil them."
Catherine had nothing to oppose against such reasoning;
and
therefore, to show the
independence of Miss Thorpe,
and her
resolution of humbling the sex, they set off
immediately as fast as they could walk, in
pursuit of the
two young men.
CHAPTER 7
Half a minute conducted them through the pump-yard
to the archway, opposite Union Passage; but here they
were stopped. Everybody acquainted with Bath may remember
the difficulties of crossing Cheap Street at this point;
it is indeed a street of so impertinent a nature,
so
unfortunately connected with the great London
and Oxford roads, and the
principal inn of the city,
that a day never passes in which parties of ladies,
however important their business, whether in quest
of
pastry, millinery, or even (as in the present case)
of young men, are not detained on one side or other
by
carriages, horsemen, or carts. This evil had been felt
and
lamented, at least three times a day, by Isabella
since her
residence in Bath; and she was now fated
to feel and
lament it once more, for at the very moment
of coming opposite to Union Passage, and within view of
the two gentlemen who were
proceeding through the crowds,
and threading the gutters of that interesting alley,
they were prevented crossing by the approach of a gig,
driven along on bad
pavement by a most knowing-looking
coachman with all the
vehemence that could most fitly
endanger the lives of himself, his
companion, and his horse.
"Oh, these
odious gigs!" said Isabella, looking up.
"How I
detest them." But this
detestation, though so just,
was of short
duration, for she looked again and exclaimed,
"Delightful! Mr. Morland and my brother!"
"Good heaven! 'Tis James!" was uttered at the same
moment by Catherine; and, on catching the young men's eyes,
the horse was immediately checked with a violence
which almost threw him on his haunches, and the servant
having now scampered up, the gentlemen jumped out,
and the equipage was delivered to his care.
Catherine, by whom this meeting was
wholly unexpected,
received her brother with the liveliest pleasure; and he,
being of a very
amiabledisposition, and
sincerely attached
to her, gave every proof on his side of equal satisfaction,
which he could have
leisure to do, while the bright eyes
of Miss Thorpe were
incessantly challenging his notice;
and to her his devoirs were
speedily paid, with a mixture
of joy and
embarrassment which might have informed Catherine,
had she been more
expert in the development of other
people's feelings, and less simply engrossed by her own,
that her brother thought her friend quite as pretty as she
could do herself.
John Thorpe, who in the
meantime had been giving
orders about the horses, soon joined them, and from him she
directly received the
amends which were her due; for while
he
slightly and
carelessly touched the hand of Isabella,
on her he bestowed a whole
scrape and half a short bow.
He was a stout young man of middling
height, who, with a
plain face and ungraceful form, seemed
fearful of being
too handsome unless he wore the dress of a groom,
and too much like a gentleman unless he were easy where he
ought to be civil, and impudent where he might be allowed
to be easy. He took out his watch: "How long do you
think we have been
running it from Tetbury, Miss Morland?"
"I do not know the distance." Her brother told
her that it was twenty-three miles.
"Three and twenty!" cried Thorpe. "Five and twenty if it
is an inch." Morland remonstrated, pleaded the authority
of road-books, innkeepers, and milestones; but his friend
disregarded them all; he had a surer test of distance.
"I know it must be five and twenty," said he, "by the
time we have been doing it. It is now half after one;
we drove out of the inn-yard at Tetbury as the town clock
struck eleven; and I defy any man in England to make
my horse go less than ten miles an hour in harness;
that makes it exactly twenty-five."
"You have lost an hour," said Morland; "it was only
ten o'clock when we came from Tetbury."
"Ten o'clock! It was eleven, upon my soul! I counted
every stroke. This brother of yours would
persuade me
out of my senses, Miss Morland; do but look at my horse;
did you ever see an animal so made for speed in your life?"
(The servant had just mounted the
carriage and was driving off.)
"Such true blood! Three hours and and a half indeed coming
only three and twenty miles! Look at that creature,
and suppose it possible if you can."
"He does look very hot, to be sure."
"Hot! He had not turned a hair till we came to
Walcot Church; but look at his forehand; look at his loins;
only see how he moves; that horse cannot go less than
ten miles an hour: tie his legs and he will get on.
What do you think of my gig, Miss Morland? A neat one,
is not it? Well hung; town-built; I have not had it a month.
It was built for a Christchurch man, a friend of mine,
a very good sort of fellow; he ran it a few weeks, till,
I believe, it was
convenient to have done with it.
I happened just then to be looking out for some light
thing of the kind, though I had pretty well determined on
a curricle too; but I chanced to meet him on Magdalen Bridge,
as he was driving into Oxford, last term: 'Ah! Thorpe,'
said he, 'do you happen to want such a little thing
as this? It is a capital one of the kind, but I am
cursed tired of it.' 'Oh! D--,' said I; 'I am your man;
what do you ask?' And how much do you think he did,
Miss Morland?"
"I am sure I cannot guess at all."
"Curricle-hung, you see; seat, trunk, sword-case,
splashing-board, lamps, silver
moulding, all you
see complete; the iron-work as good as new, or better.
He asked fifty guineas; I closed with him directly,
threw down the money, and the
carriage was mine."
"And I am sure," said Catherine, "I know so little
of such things that I cannot judge whether it was cheap
or dear."
"Neither one nor t'other; I might have got it for less,
I dare say; but I hate haggling, and poor Freeman wanted cash."
"That was very
good-natured of you," said Catherine,
quite pleased.
"Oh! D-- it, when one has the means of doing a kind
thing by a friend, I hate to be pitiful."
An
inquiry now took place into the intended movements
of the young ladies; and, on
finding whither they were going,
it was
decided that the gentlemen should accompany them
to Edgar's Buildings, and pay their respects to Mrs. Thorpe.
James and Isabella led the way; and so well satisfied
was the latter with her lot, so contentedly was she
endeavouring to ensure a pleasant walk to him who brought
the double
recommendation of being her brother's friend,
and her friend's brother, so pure and uncoquettish
were her feelings, that, though they
overtook and
passed the two offending young men in Milsom Street,
she was so far from seeking to attract their notice,
that she looked back at them only three times.
John Thorpe kept of course with Catherine, and, after a
few minutes' silence, renewed the conversation about his gig.
"You will find, however, Miss Morland, it would be reckoned
a cheap thing by some people, for I might have sold it
for ten guineas more the next day; Jackson, of Oriel,
bid me sixty at once; Morland was with me at the time."
"Yes," said Morland, who overheard this; "but you
forget that your horse was included."
"My horse! Oh, d-- it! I would not sell my horse
for a hundred. Are you fond of an open
carriage,
Miss Morland?"
"Yes, very; I have hardly ever an opportunity
of being in one; but I am particularly fond of it."
"I am glad of it; I will drive you out in mine
every day."
"Thank you," said Catherine, in some distress,
from a doubt of the
propriety of accepting such an offer.
"I will drive you up Lansdown Hill tomorrow."
"Thank you; but will not your horse want rest?"
"Rest! He has only come three and twenty miles today;
all
nonsense; nothing ruins horses so much as rest;
nothing knocks them up so soon. No, no; I shall exercise
mine at the average of four hours every day while I
am here."
"Shall you indeed!" said Catherine very seriously.
"That will be forty miles a day."
"Forty! Aye, fifty, for what I care. Well, I will
drive you up Lansdown tomorrow; mind, I am engaged."
"How
delightful that will be!" cried Isabella,
turning round. "My dearest Catherine, I quite envy you;
but I am afraid, brother, you will not have room for
a third."
"A third indeed! No, no; I did not come to Bath