Chapter 5 third chapter

Now, there are some fixed things to do every morning: go to the store, visit some new places in the city, hang out in the spa hall for an hour, see this person and that person, but can't talk to anyone .Mrs Allen still fervently hoped that she would have many acquaintances in Bath, but when each morning it proved that she knew no one at all, she repeated this hope. They came to the lower meeting hall.Here, our heroine is luckier.The ceremony officer introduced her to a very gentlemanly young man as a dance partner.His name was Tilney. He seemed to be about four or five and twenty, tall, with a pleasing countenance, a pair of piercing eyes, and if not quite handsome, then he was about the same.He spoke gracefully, and Catherine considered herself very lucky.When they dance, they don't have time to talk.But sitting down to tea, Catherine found Mr. Tilney very agreeable, as she had expected.He is articulate, chatting and laughing happily.There is a bit of mischievousness and humor in the conversation. Although it is difficult for Catherine to understand, she is very interested.The things around them naturally became their topic of conversation. After talking for a while, Mr. Tierney suddenly said to her: Miss, I am really rude as a partner. I haven't asked you how long you have been in Bath.Have you been here before, have you ever been to party halls, theaters and concert halls, do you like this place very much?I was too negligent though.Wondering if you have time now to answer these questions?If you are free, I will start asking for advice right away.

You needn't trouble yourself, sir. No trouble, Miss, just don't worry.Then, with a smile on his face, he asked softly, "Have you been in Bath long, miss?" About a week, sir, replied Catherine, trying to hold back. real!Mr. Tierney feigned surprise. Why are you surprised, sir? Why surprised?Tierney said in a natural tone, your answer always seems to arouse some kind of response, and surprise is the easiest and most reasonable.Ok, let's move on.Have you come here before.Miss? Never, sir. real!Been to Party Hall? Been there, sir.Been there last Monday. Ever been to the theater?

Yes, sir.Saw a play on Tuesday. Ever been to a concert? I have, sir.on Wednesday. Do you like Bath very much? Yes, I like it very much. I'm going to have to smirk a bit at this point, and then we'll come to our senses. Catherine turned her head away, wondering if she could smile rashly. I know what you think of me, said Tilney solemnly, and I shall look pitifully in your diary tomorrow. my diary? Yes.I know exactly what you're going to say: Friday, go down to the party hall.Wearing a gauze dress with a pattern of branches and leaves, blue borders, and plain black shoes, she looked very beautiful, but it was very strange. I was stalked by a stupid guy for a long time, insisting that I dance with her and listen to him Nonsense.

I wouldn't say that. What should I say if you want me to find you first? Speaking. Mr. Jing Jin (Translator's Note: There is indeed a person in history. He served in the Americas with the British Army. He was appointed as the Ceremony Officer of the Lower Assembly Hall in 1785, and was appointed as the Ceremony Officer of the Upper Assembly Hall in 1805. Officer.) Introducing, dancing with a very sweet young man.Talked to him a lot.It seems to be an extraordinary genius, hoping to learn more about the earth.That's what I want you to say, madam. Maybe I don't keep a diary, though.

Maybe you don't sit in this room, maybe I don't sit beside you.These two points can also cause doubts.No diary!So how do your cousins ​​elsewhere know about your life in Bath?There are so many pleasantries and greetings every day, if I don’t write them down in my diary at night, how can I tell people the truth?How can you remember your various clothes, describe your every color, every curl, without constant reference to your diary?My dear lady, I am not so ignorant of the peculiarities of young ladies as you may imagine.Women are generally noted for their smooth writing, which is largely due to the good habit of keeping a diary.It is acknowledged that the ability to write pleasing letters is a peculiarly feminine talent.Nature certainly plays a role, but I dare to conclude that the main benefit is from keeping more diaries.

I wonder sometimes, said Catherine skeptically, whether it is true that women write letters better than men.That said, I don't think we're always better than men. As far as I've seen, women's letter-writing style is usually flawless except for three points. which three o'clock? General emptiness, complete disregard for punctuation, often poor grammar. Honestly, I didn't have to worry about rejecting your compliment just now.In that light, you don't think us very wise. I cannot generalize that women write letters better than men, any more than they can sing duets better than men, or paint landscapes better than men.Both men and women are equally outstanding in various abilities based on taste.

The two were talking and didn't want Mrs. Allen to interrupt.Dear Catherine, she said, take the pin off my sleeve.I'm afraid I tore a hole in my sleeve.It would be a pity if it really pulled a hole.Because this is my favorite dress, even though it only costs nine shillings a yard. That's what I reckon, ma'am," said Mr. Tilney, looking at the muslin. Do you know muslin too, sir? Very good.I always buy my ties myself, and everyone admits I'm a brilliant connoisseur.My sister often asks me to buy cheongsam skirts for her.I bought one for her a few days ago, and all the ladies said it was a bargain.It cost five shillings a yard, and it was genuine Indian muslin.

Mrs. Allen was in awe of his talent.Men generally pay little attention to such things, she said.I've never been able to get Mr. Allen to tell one cheongsam dress of mine from another.You must have pleased your sister, sir. I hope so, ma'am. Excuse me, sir, what do you think of Miss Moran's cheongsam dress? It is very pretty, madam, he said, examining it solemnly.However, I don't think the material has been washed.I'm afraid it's easy to break. How can you be so Catherine said with a smile, almost did not say the word grotesque "I quite agree with you, sir," replied Mrs. Allen.I told Miss Moran so when she bought it.

But you know, ma'am, muslin can always be put to another use.Miss Morland could have made a handkerchief out of it.A bonnet or a cloak.Muslin can never go to waste.Whenever my sister buys too much cloth with extravagance, or cuts the cloth carelessly, she will say that fine gauze is wasted. I have heard it dozens of times. Bath is such a charming place, sir, with so many fine shops, that we are unfortunate to live in the country.Salisbury does have a few good shops, but it's too far down the road.Eight miles is far enough.Mr. Allen said it was nine miles, the standard nine miles.But I'm sure it won't be more than eight miles.It was such a hard trip, I was exhausted when I got back.Look here again, as soon as you walk out the door, you can buy something in five minutes.

Mr. Tilney was more polite, and seemed interested in what she had to say.Mrs. Allen seized upon the muslin subject, and talked with him till the dancing resumed.Catherine listened to their conversation with some apprehension that Mr. Tilney was a little too fond of ridiculing the faults of others. What are you preoccupied with?asked Mr. Tierney as they walked back into the hall.I don't think you're thinking about your partner, because you can tell from the shaking of your head that you're brooding on things that don't quite please you. Catherine blushed and said, "I didn't think about anything."

You answered very euphemistically and profoundly.But I'd rather hear you say it straight than you would tell me. Well then, I don't want to. Thank you.We will become good friends soon, because when we meet in the future, I have the right to joke with you about this matter. Joking is the easiest way to promote friendship. They danced again.After the dance, the parties parted ways.As far as the woman is concerned, she is at least willing to continue the relationship.Whether she thought of him so much as she drank the lukewarm wine and water and got ready for bed that she dreamed of him when she fell asleep was not known.No, I hope, she just dreamed of him drowsily, or at best, during her morning naps.A well-known writer believed that a woman should not fall in love with a man until the man has expressed his love to the woman. (Translator's Note: See Mr. Richardson's letter, "Talk" Volume II No. 97.) If this is true, then of course it would be very inappropriate for a young lady to dream of a man first before she knows whether he is dreaming of her first or not.But just how decent Mr. Tierney was as a dreamer or lover, Mr. Allen may not have considered.No.He had no objection to Tierney making ordinary friends with his young protector, as he had inquired, for he had taken the trouble of inquiring about Catherine's partner that very evening, and had learned that Mr. Tierney was a clergyman, born in Gloucester. A respectable family in the county.