CHAPTER 27

The next morning brought the following very unexpected letter from Isabella: 

Bath, April

My dearest Catherine, I received your two kind letters with the greatest delight, and have a thousand apologies to make for not answering them sooner.  I really am quite ashamed of my idleness; but in this horrid place one can find time for nothing.  I have had my pen in my hand to begin a letter to you almost every day since you left Bath, but have always been prevented by some silly trifler or other.  Pray write to me soon, and direct to my own home.  Thank God, we leave this vile place tomorrow.  Since you went away, I have had no pleasure in it —­ the dust is beyond anything; and everybody one cares for is gone.  I believe if I could see you I should not mind the rest, for you are dearer to me than anybody can conceive.  I am quite uneasy about your dear brother, not having heard from him since he went to Oxford; and am fearful of some misunderstanding.  Your kind offices will set all right:  he is the only man I ever did or could love, and I trust you will convince him of it.  The spring fashions are partly down; and the hats the most frightful you can imagine.  I hope you spend your time pleasantly, but am afraid you never think of me.  I will not say all that I could of the family you are with, because I would not be ungenerous, or set you against those you esteem; but it is very difficult to know whom to trust, and young men never know their minds two days together.  I rejoice to say that the young man whom, of all others, I particularly abhor, has left Bath.  You will know, from this description, I must mean Captain Tilney, who, as you may remember, was amazingly disposed to follow and tease me, before you went away.  Afterwards he got worse, and became quite my shadow.  Many girls might have been taken in, for never were such attentions; but I knew the fickle sex too well.  He went away to his regiment two days ago, and I trust I shall never be plagued with him again.  He is the greatest coxcomb I ever saw, and amazingly disagreeable.  The last two days he was always by the side of Charlotte Davis:  I pitied his taste, but took no notice of him.  The last time we met was in Bath Street, and I turned directly into a shop that he might not speak to me; I would not even look at him.  He went into the pump-room afterwards; but I would not have followed him for all the world.  Such a contrast between him and your brother!  Pray send me some news of the latter —­ I am quite unhappy about him; he seemed so uncomfortable when he went away, with a cold, or something that affected his spirits.  I would write to him myself, but have mislaid his direction; and, as I hinted above, am afraid he took something in my conduct amiss.  Pray explain everything to his satisfaction; or, if he still harbours any doubt, a line from himself to me, or a call at Putney when next in town, might