Chapter 11 Chapter nine

The Events of the Evening Catherine's unhappiness developed in this way: while she was still in the assembly hall, she began with a general dissatisfaction with everyone around her, which soon gave rise to extreme weariness and an eagerness to go home.One back on Pulteney Street.It became hungry again, and after a full meal, I wanted to sleep all the time.This was the culmination of her troubles, for as soon as she was in bed she fell into a deep sleep.This sleep lasted nine hours, and I awoke completely refreshed, refreshed, and filled with new hopes and new plans.The first desire of her heart was to make further acquaintance with Miss Tilney, and going to see her in the spa hall at noon for this purpose was almost the first thing she resolved to do.Newcomers to Bath will always meet in the spa hall, and she has found that this place is very conducive to discovering the advantages of women, very helpful to promoting women's intimacy, and it is also a good place for secret conversations and confessions. There is reason to expect to make another friend there.

That was her plan for the morning. After breakfast, she sat down quietly to read a book, determined to read a little without moving.From habit Mrs. Allen's talking and shouting disturbed her little.This lady is empty-hearted and not good at using her brain. She has never been eloquent, and she will never be able to keep her mouth shut.Therefore, while she was sitting at her work, if she lost her needle or broke her thread, if she heard a carriage in the street, or saw a stain on her dress, she would cry out aloud, no matter whether anyone was nearby or not. Take care of her. At about twelve o'clock, she heard a loud knock on the door, and hurried to the window.She told Catherine that two open carriages had come to the door, the first of which had only one servant in it, and that her brother was driving the second with Miss Thorpe.Before the voice fell, I listened to John.Thorpe ran up the stairs, calling out, "Miss Morland, here I come."Did I keep you waiting?We couldn't make it earlier, the old bastard who built the car had to search for a car to get in. Nine times out of ten, the car would fall apart before we got out of the street.How are you, Mrs. Allen?Last night's dance was satisfactory, right?Come, Miss Moran, come, the others are anxious to go.They want to somersault.

what do you mean?Catherine said.Where are you going? where to go!What, you forgot our date?Didn't we agree to travel by car this morning?What is your memory?We're going to Claverton Heights. I remember, it happened, said Catherine, looking at Mrs Allen for her decision.But I really didn't expect you to come. Didn't expect me to come!That's easy to say!If I don't come, you don't know what will happen! Meanwhile, Catherine's glances at her friend were in vain, for Mrs. Allen herself had never been in the habit of expressing her eyes, nor knew of others.Even though Catherine was eager to see Miss Hilley again, she felt that this matter could be postponed for a while, and it was better to go out for fun by car for the time being.She felt that, since Isabella could go out with James, it would be all right for her to accompany Mr. Thorpe.So she had to put it plainly:

Ma'am, what do you think?Can you let me go for an hour or two?Can I go? You can go if you like, my dear, replied Mrs. Allen calmly, without seeming to mind.Catherine understood, and immediately ran to prepare.Thorpe led Mrs. Allen to praise his carriage, and then the two began to praise Catherine again. Before they could say a few words, Catherine came out.After accepting Mrs. Allen's blessing, the two young men hurried downstairs.Before Catherine got into the car, she went to see her friend.My dear darling, Isabella exclaimed that you have been preening for at least three hours.I'm also worried that you're falling ill.What a fun dance we had last night!I have a lot to tell you.Get in the car, I'm in a hurry to leave.

Catherine obeyed her order, and had just turned away when her friend exclaimed to James: What a lovely girl!I like her so much. "Miss Morland," said Thorpe, as he helped her into the carriage, "don't be afraid if my horse jumps a little at first.It is likely to make a dash forward or two, and perhaps hesitate for a while before it is willing to go.However, it will recognize its owner in no time.This guy has a bad temper. Although he is mischievous, he has no vices. Catherine felt that something was wrong when she heard him describe such a moment, but it was too late to retreat, not to mention that she was young and aggressive, and refused to admit her fear.Therefore, I had to leave it to fate, and see if the animal seemed to recognize its owner as well as it did.Catherine sat down quietly, watching Thorpe sit down beside her.After everything was arranged properly, the master ordered the servant standing on the horse's head to set off in a solemn tone.So, everyone set off, the horse didn't rush or jump, nothing happened, the smooth and steady energy was unimaginable.

Thankfully, Catherine was spared a shock, and she spoke aloud of her joy in a tone of surprise.Her companion put the matter very simply at once, telling her that it was all due to his exceptionally good handling of the rein and his exceptionally precise and tactful swing of the whip.Catherine could not but wonder that Thorpe, who handled his horse so skillfully, should frighten her with his vices.Nevertheless, she was sincerely grateful that she was under the care of such a good driver.It seemed to her that the horse was still going steadily, with no hint of mischief, and, in view of the ten miles an hour it must have been going, it was by no means terribly fast.So she let go of her heart, and in this warm February weather, she breathed the fresh air to her heart's content and enjoyed the most refreshing drive.After their first brief conversation, there was a few minutes of silence.

Suddenly the silence was broken by Thorpe: Old Allen was as rich as a Jew, wasn't he?Catherine didn't understand what he meant, so he asked again and added an explanation: Old Allen, that's the one you were with. oh!You mean Mr. Allen.Yes, I think he is rich. Don't have kids yet? Yes, not one. So beautiful his collateral kin.Isn't he your godfather? my godfather?No. But you are always with him, right? Yes, often together. Ah, that's what I mean.He seemed to be a nice old man, and he must have had a pretty good life.He doesn't get gout for nothing.Does he drink a bottle every day?

Drink a bottle every day!No.How did you come up with this?He is a very temperate man, you don't think he was drunk last night, did you? Oh my god!You women always look at men as drunk.What, don't you think a bottle of wine can turn a man upside down?I dare say this: if everyone drank a bottle of wine a day, the world would not have so much trouble today.That's a great thing for all of us. I can't believe it. oh my god!That would save thousands of people.The alcohol consumption in the whole country is less than one percent of what should be consumed.In our foggy weather, wine is needed to help.

However, I have heard people say that Oxford has to drink a lot of wine. Oxford!Don't worry, there's no drinking in Oxford now.Nobody was drinking there.You'd be hard-pressed to meet a man who drank more than four pints.For example, at the last banquet in my dormitory we were billed an average of five pints each, which was considered a great deal.Everyone thought it was extraordinary.Of course, mine was fine wine.You rarely find such a good wine in Oxford, which may be the reason why everyone drinks so much.But that's just to give you an idea of ​​the average drinker in Oxford.

Yes, there is a concept, Catherine said excitedly.That said, you guys drank a lot more than I originally thought.However, I'm sure James doesn't drink that much. This sentence caused Thorpe to answer in a loud voice, and he couldn't explain what he said. He couldn't make out a word of what he said, but there were many shouts and swearing in it.After Thorpe had finished, Catherine was more convinced of the flourishing wine at Oxford, and pleased at her brother's greater restraint. Thorpe's mind then returned to the virtues of his horse and carriage, and he made Catherine admire how powerfully and gracefully his horse walked.The horse's gait, and the well-crafted springs, make the movement of the carriage seem so leisurely and comfortable.Catherine tried to emulate him in admiration.It is impossible to speak ahead of him, or to speak better than him.in this regard.He knows everything and she knows nothing, he talks endlessly and she lacks self-confidence, which prevents her from being ahead of him, from being better than him.She couldn't think of any new words of praise, so she hurriedly echoed what he said.At length it was agreed without difficulty that Thorpe had the best carriages and horses in England, his carriages the lightest, his horses the fastest, and himself the best driver.

After a while, Catherine rashly thought that the matter had been settled, so she wanted to change things a little bit, so she said, "Mr. Thorpe, do you really think that James' carriage will fall apart?" It will fall apart!Oh my God!When in your life have you seen such a lively thing!There is not a single intact iron piece on the entire car.The wheels have been worn out for at least ten years.As for the bodywork, I daresay you could shake it to pieces if you touched it with your hand.I've never seen such a rickety wreck!Thank goodness!Ours is better than that.I wouldn't do it if I was offered fifty thousand pounds to go two miles in it. God!Catherine was terrified and cried out, so let's turn back.If we go any further, something will happen to them.Come back, Mr. Thorpe.Stop and talk to my brother, tell him it's too dangerous. Danger!Oh my God!What's the matter!The car broke down, and at worst it fell into a somersault.There is a lot of dirt on the ground, and it is fun to fall down.Oh damn!As long as you can drive, the carriage is very safe.If this kind of thing falls into the hands of capable people, even if it is dilapidated, it can be used for more than 20 years.God bless you!If anyone gives me five pounds, I'll drive it all over York and back, and never lose a nail. Catherine listened in amazement.There are two completely different versions of the same thing, and she doesn't know how to coordinate them.She had no special education, did not know the temper of a snarky man, and how many baseless fallacies and outrageous lies that excessive vanity can lead to.Her own family were down-to-earth ordinary people who seldom played tricks.Her father was content with a pun at most, and her mother a proverb at most, and they had no habit of lying or inconsistency for the sake of self-worth.Catherine pondered the matter for some time in bewilderment, and begged Mr. Thorpe more than once to express her real opinion on the matter more clearly, but she refrained from it, because she felt that Mr. Thorpe would say no. I understand, it is impossible for him to explain clearly what he said earlier that was ambiguous. She considered, besides this, that Mr. Thorpe, who could have so easily rescued his sister and her friend, would not seriously put them in danger.Catherine concluded at last that Mr. Thorpe must have known that the car was in fact perfectly safe, and that her alarm was no longer thereupon.Thorp seemed to have completely forgotten about it.The rest of his conversation (or speech) revolves around himself and his own affairs from beginning to end.He spoke of horses, which he said he bought for a penny and sold them for astonishing sums; Although he did not take a good aim, he killed more birds than all his companions combined.He also described to Catherine the splendid performance of some days when he went hunting with the fox on his back, correcting many of the most seasoned hunters by his foresight and command of the hounds. and, at the same time, the valor with which he rode did not for a moment endanger his own life, but frequently got others into trouble, and he calmly judged that quite a few had broken their necks. Though Catherine was not in the habit of independent judgment, and though her whole opinion of men was vacillating, she could not doubt whether the man was really likable, when she listened to Thorpe's torrent of self-praise.This was a bold suspicion, for Thorpe was Isabella's brother, and she had heard James say that his manner would endear him to all women.Nevertheless, the two traveled for less than an hour.Catherine became utterly weary of Thorpe's company, which continued to grow till the car returned to Pulteney Street.So she was more or less resistant to that supreme authority, and did not believe that Thorpe was capable of being popular everywhere. When I came to Mrs. Allen's door, Isabella was so surprised that it was too late to accompany her friend into the house.It's past three o'clock!It's unbelievable, unbelievable, and impossible!She trusted neither her own watch, nor her brother's, nor the servant's.She refused to believe the guarantees made by others based on reason and facts, until Moran took out his watch and verified the facts. At this time, a moment of doubt would be equally unbelievable, unbelievable, and impossible.She could only argue that two and a half hours had never passed so quickly before, and drag Catherine to prove that she was telling the truth.However, even if Catherine wanted to please Isa, she couldn't lie.Fortunately Isabella did not wait for her answer, and thus spared her the painful hearing of her friend's dissenting voice.She is completely immersed in her feelings.When she found that she had to go home at once, she was very sad.It had been a long time since they had spoken a word or two to her dearest Catherine.Although she has a lot to say to her, it seems that they will never be together again.So she said good-bye to her friend, and walked on, with a smile so poignant and so sad. Mrs. Allen just came back after a busy morning with nothing to do. As soon as she saw Catherine, she greeted Catherine immediately: Oh, good boy, you are back!Catherine had neither the ability nor the will to deny this fact.It was a fun ride, wasn't it? Yes.Ma'am, thank you.The weather couldn't be better today. Mrs. Thorpe said the same thing.She's so glad you all went. So you've seen Mrs. Thorpe? Yes.As soon as you left, I went to the spa, met her there, and had a lot of conversation with her.She said that there was almost no veal in the market this morning, it was very scarce. Did you see any other acquaintances? Saw.We decided to take a walk in the Crescent, where we met Mrs. Hughes and the Tierneys who were walking with her. Did you really see them?Did they talk to you? said.We walked along Crescent Street together for half an hour.They seemed to be very pleasant people.Miss Tilney was in a very pretty spotted muslin dress.As far as I can see, she always dresses nicely.Mrs. Hughes told me a lot about her family. What did she say? oh!Indeed said a lot.She hardly talks about anything else. Did she tell you where in Gloucestershire they were from? Told, but I can't remember now.They are a nice family and rich.Mrs. Tilney had been a Drummond lady, and had gone to school with Mrs. Hughes.Miss Drummond had a large fortune, and her father gave her twenty thousand pounds, and five hundred pounds for her wedding dress.Mrs. Hughes saw all the clothes when they came back from the dresser. Are the Tierneys both in Bath? I think so, but I'm not sure.But when I think about it again, they seem to be dead, at least the wife is gone.Yes, Mrs. Tierney is definitely gone, because Mrs. Hughes told me that Mr. Drummond gave her daughter a beautiful string of pearls on her wedding day, which now belongs to Miss Tierney because her mother died. Finally, the string of beads was left to her. Is my partner, Mr. Tierney, an only son? I'm not sure about that, kid.I vaguely remember him as an only child.But Mrs. Hughes said he was a very fine young man, and might do well. Catherine didn't ask any more questions.She had heard enough to make her feel that Mrs. Allen had no reliable information, and, most of all, that she had missed an opportunity to see the siblings.If she could have foreseen this situation, she would never travel with others.In fact, all she could do was complain about how unlucky she was, and think about how much she had lost, until it became clear that this ride was not going to be fun at all, John.Thorpe himself was a nuisance.