Chapter 13 Chapter Eleven

The next morning, the sky was overcast and the sun barely showed its face a few times.Catherine concluded from this that all was to her liking.She believes that the solar terms are so early, and the clear morning usually turns to rain, while the gloomy early morning indicates that the sky will gradually turn sunny.She asked Mr. Allen to confirm her point of view, but Mr. Allen was not familiar with the weather here, and he did not have a barometer at hand, so he refused to categorically guarantee that the sun would surely rise.She appealed to Mrs. Allen again, and Mrs. Allen's opinion was more definite: If the clouds cleared and the sun came out, I promise it will be a sunny day.

At eleven o'clock Catherine's watchful eyes caught sight of a few drops of rain falling on the window, and exclaimed in a tone of deep dismay: "Oh, dear!"It's really going to rain. I knew it was going to rain, said Mrs. Allen. I won't be able to walk today, Catherine sighed, but maybe not, maybe before twelve o'clock. Maybe will.Even then, good boy, it's going to be muddy. oh!That's okay.I was never afraid of mud. Yes, her friend replied calmly, I know you are not afraid of mud. There was silence for a while.The rain is getting more and more urgent!Catherine stood at the window and said while watching.

It really got worse and worse.If it keeps going down, the streets will be watery. There are already four umbrellas up.I hate seeing umbrellas! Bringing an umbrella is a nuisance.I would rather take a sedan chair at all times. The weather was so nice just now!I thought it would never rain! Who doesn't think so.If it rains next morning, there will be no one in the spa hall.I wish Mr. Allen would put on his coat when he went out, no, I daresay he wouldn't, because he would do anything but not go out with a coat on.I don't know why he hates wearing coats so much, it must be uncomfortable to wear them.

The rain continued, hard but not very hard.Catherine went to look at the clock every five minutes, and every time she came back she threatened to give up the thought of it if it went down five more minutes.The clock struck twelve, and it was still raining.You can't go, dear. I'm not completely desperate yet.I will not rest until a quarter past twelve.It's about time for the sky to clear up, and I really think it's getting a little brighter.Come on, it's already twelve twenty, and I can only give up completely.oh!How nice it would be to have the kind of weather described in Udolph, or at least the weather of Tuscany (central Italy) and southern France!Poor St.What a beautiful day Aubin died the night he died.

At half-past twelve Catherine paid no attention to the weather, for there was nothing good to be gained from it even if it was sunny.But at this time, the sky automatically began to clear up, and a ray of sunlight suddenly shot in surprised her.She looked around, and the clouds were dissipating.She immediately went back to the window, watching and wishing the sun to come out soon.After another ten minutes, it seemed that the afternoon would definitely be sunny, which confirmed Mrs. Allen's theory that she always thought it would clear up. But whether Catherine could still look forward to her friend, and whether Miss Tilney would come out because there was not much rain on the road, was not yet certain.

It was too muddy for Mrs. Allen to accompany her husband to the spa, so Mr. Allen went by himself.As soon as Catherine watched him enter the street, she saw the same three open carriages approaching, which had so surprised her so much one morning a few days before, with the same three persons in them. It must be Isabella, my brother, and Mr Thorpe!They may have come to see me, but I'm not going.I can't really go, because you know Miss Tilney may still come.Mrs. Allen agrees.John.Thorpe came up in a second, but his voice was still faster, for he was on the stairs urging Catherine: Quick!quick!When he bursts open the door: put on your hat.Don't waste time.We're going to Bristol.Hello Mrs. Allen?

Bristol?Isn't that far?But I can't go with you today.Because I have a date.I am waiting for some friends, they will come any minute. Of course, this was strongly refuted by Thorpe, who believed that this was not a reason at all.Thorpe also asked Mrs. Allen to help him.At this time, the two people downstairs also came up to help him.My dearest Catherine, isn't this fun?We're going out for a ride and have a good time.You have to thank your brother and I for this idea.It came to us over breakfast, I'm sure at the same time.We would have walked for two hours had it not been for the dreadful rain.But it doesn't matter, there is a moon in the night, we will have a good time.oh!I was ecstatic when I was in the air and quiet of the country!This is many times better than going to the meeting hall.We drove straight to Clifton and had dinner there.After dinner, if there is time, go to Kings Weston.

I can't believe I can walk so many places.Moran said. You bastard!I love to say unlucky things!cried Thorpe, we can go ten times as far.Kings Weston!Of course, there is Blaize Castle. Anyone who has heard of it must go.But it's all right now, your sister says she doesn't want to go. Blaze Castle!cried Catherine, what is that place? The best places to visit in England.It's worth running fifty miles to see it anytime. What!Really a castle?Really a castle? The oldest castle in the country. Is it the same as in the book? Exactly the same. However, are there really towers and promenades?

There are dozens of them. Then I'd like to see it.But no, I can't go. can not go!My darling, what do you mean? I could not go, because (speaking with eyes downcast lest Isabella would laugh at her) I was expecting Miss Tilney and her brother to come and fetch me for a field walk.They promised to come at twelve o'clock.But it's raining.But now that the weather is clear, they may come soon. They ain't coming, cried Thorpe, we saw them just now when we came into Broad Street.Was he driving a hansom and harnessed sorrel horses? I really do not know. Yes, I know yes.I saw it.You mean the guy you danced with last night?

Yes. I saw him turn into Lansdowne Road, driving a chariot, with a fashionable girl. Really? Really, I swear to God.I recognized him immediately.He also seems to have two very nice horses. That's weird!I think they must have thought the road was too muddy for a walk. That's quite possible, I've never seen roads so muddy in my life.walk!That is more difficult than ascending to the sky!It's been so muddy all winter, it's ankle high everywhere. Isabella also came to testify: Dear Catherine, you can't imagine how muddy it is.Come on, you must go, you can't refuse.

I'd like to see that castle.Can we take a look at it all?Can you go up every flight of stairs and into every room? Yes, yes, every corner. But what if they're only out for an hour and come back to me when the road is dry? Don't worry, it can't be, for I heard Tilney yelling to a man riding by that they're going to Wick Rock. I'll go then.May I go, Mrs. Allen? Do as you please, child. Mrs. Allen, you must persuade her to go, several people shouted in unison.Mrs. Allen did not ignore this.Well, child, she said, you go. In less than two minutes, they were off. As Catherine stepped into the carriage, she knew not what it was like to be sorry for the loss of one pleasure, and to hope for another, different in nature, but almost equally happy.She thought it wrong for the Tilneys to treat her like this, and to break appointments without sending a letter explaining why.Now, only an hour had passed since the agreed time for their walk. Although she heard that the road was covered with mud during this hour, based on her own observations, she thought it was possible to go for a walk without causing any inconvenience.She felt that she was being slighted by others, and she couldn't help being very sad.But, in her imagination, Blaize Castle was like Udolph Castle, and it was a joy to explore it, and comfort any trouble in her heart. The carriage drove briskly down Pulteney Street and across Laura Lane.Everyone seldom spoke along the way.Thorpe talks to the horses, Catherine muses, now of lost appointments and disrepaired arcades, now of carriages and false draperies, now of the Tierneys and trapdoors.As they entered the Argyll Buildings she was awakened by the voice of her companion: A girl passed by just now and stared at you hard, who is she? who?Where? On the sidewalk on the right, it's almost gone now. Catherine looked back.Miss Tilney was seen walking slowly down the street, holding her brother's arm.She saw them both looking back at her.Stop, stop, Mr. Thorpe, she cried hastily.That was Miss Tilney, that was her.Why did you tell me they went out?Stop, stop, I'll get off right away, I'm going to find them.But what's the use of her saying it?Thorpe just pumped the horse and made it go faster.The Tilneys soon stopped looking at her, and turned into Laura Lane in an instant, out of sight.Another blink.Catherine herself was drawn into Market Lane.But she was still begging Thorpe to stop until she had walked down another street.I beg you, please stop, Mr. Thorpe.I can't go anymore, I don't want to go anymore.I have to go back to Miss Tilney. Mr. Thorpe just laughed, cracked his whip, and urged the horse to a gallop, making a strange noise, and the cart galloped on and on. Although Catherine was very annoyed, she couldn't get out of the car, so she had no choice but to bear it.She didn't blame Thorp less, though.How could you lie to me like this, Mr. Thorpe?How can you say you saw their car turn into Lansdowne Road?I never want this to happen!When they saw me walking past them without even saying hello, they would think I was weird and rude!You have no idea how annoyed I am.I shall not be happy in Clifton, nor in anything else.I really want, ten thousand times, to get out of the car now and walk back to them.What makes you say you saw them go out in an open carriage?Thorpe justified himself, declaring that he had never seen two persons so alike in his life, and insisted that it was Mr. Tierney. Even after this matter is over, the journey will not be very pleasant.Catherine was less polite than she had been on the previous ride.She listened reluctantly to him, and gave short answers.Blaze Castle remained her only consolation.She still had a pleasant sense of anticipation about it from time to time.In the old castle, she could walk through a long row of towering rooms, furnished with remnants of luxurious furniture that had been unoccupied for many years.Walking along the narrow and winding cellar, they were suddenly blocked by a low fence, and even their oil lamp, their only oil lamp, was blown out by a sudden gust of wind, and they were plunged into total darkness.These are the pleasures that can be obtained when visiting the castle.But Catherine would rather give up all these pleasures than miss the promised walk, and especially would not give a bad impression to the Tilneys. Meanwhile, they were on their way safely. As Kiensham looked on, Moran behind him gave a cry, and his friend had to rein in his horse to see what was the matter.At this time the two men stepped forward, only to hear Moran say: We'd better go back, Thorpe.Today is too late to go any further.Your sister and I both think so.We had been out of Pulteney for a full hour, and we had only covered seven miles.I think we have at least eight miles to go.This is absolutely impossible.We came out too late.Better to go another day and turn back now. It's all the same to me, Thorpe replied bitterly.Immediately turned the horse's head and set off back to Bath. If your brother hadn't been driving such a goddamn horse, he said after a short break, we might have been there early.My horse could be at Clifton in an hour if I let him run.I nearly broke my arm by reining in my horse so I wouldn't leave the goddam panting nag.Moran would be a fool not to keep a horse and buy a buggy himself. No, he's not a fool, said Catherine passionately, and I know he can't afford it. Why can't he afford it? Because he doesn't have that much money. Who is to blame? I blame no one. Then Thorpe began, as usual, to babble incoherently about what a sad thing it is to be stingy, and that if the people who are rolling in the money can't afford things, he doesn't know who can.Catherine didn't even want to understand what he said.This excursion, which was supposed to be a consolation to her first disappointment, now disappointed her again, and she felt less and less in the mood to deal with her companion, and at the same time found him more and more annoying. .She uttered no more than twenty sentences on the way back to Pulteney Street. On entering the house the valet told her that within a few minutes of her departure she had been approached by a gentleman and a lady, and when he told them she had gone out with Mr Thorpe, the lady asked if she had I left a message, and as soon as I heard that she didn't have it, I touched the business card on my body, and then said that she didn't bring it, so I left.Catherine walked slowly up the stairs as she pondered the heartrending news.At the top of the stairs, meet Mr. Allen.As soon as he heard why they came back so soon, he said: I am glad your brother is so sensible.You are well back.This was a very frivolous and strange idea. We spent that evening at Mrs. Thorpe's.Catherine was distraught and morose.But Isabella seemed to think that a game of Commons with Moran was a perfect match for the quiet country atmosphere of Clifton's Inn. .She has said more than once that she's glad she didn't go down to the party hall.How I pity those poor wretches running there!I'm so glad I wasn't caught among them!I doubt how many people will be at the dance!They haven't started dancing yet.I will never go.How pleasant it is to spend a leisurely evening by yourself from time to time.I bet it wouldn't be much fun at that dance.I know the Mitchells won't be going.I feel so sorry for those who go.But I daresay, Mr. Moran, you'd love to go dancing, wouldn't you?You definitely want to go.So please, there's no one in this room to stop you.I dare say we can still have a good time without you.You men feel great about yourself. Catherine simply reproached Isabella for being inconsiderate of her and her troubles.She didn't seem to take her and her troubles to heart at all, and her comforting words really missed the point.Don't be so downcast, my darling, she whispered.You are literally tearing my heart out.This incident is outrageous.But it was all the Tierney brothers' fault.Why aren't they a little on time?Yes, the road is muddy, but what is that?John and I sure don't care.For my friends, I will go through all kinds of fire and water.That's my character, and it's the same with John, he's a very emotional person.God!You have a great hand!They were all old K!I have never been so happy!I wish you a hundred times this hand, it makes me happier than if I did it myself. Now.I should have sent my heroine to bed tossing and crying, because that's what most real heroines deserve.If she could get a good night's sleep within three months, she would consider herself very lucky.