And that a young woman in love always looks —­
   “like Patience on a monument
   “Smiling at Grief.”

So far her improvement was sufficient —­ and in many other points she came on exceedingly well; for though she could not write sonnets, she brought herself to read them; and though there seemed no chance of her throwing a whole party into raptures by a prelude on the pianoforte, of her own composition, she could listen to other people’s performance with very little fatigue.  Her greatest deficiency was in the pencil —­ she had no notion of drawing —­ not enough even to attempt a sketch of her lover’s profile, that she might be detected in the design.  There she fell miserably short of the true heroic height.  At present she did not know her own poverty, for she had no lover to portray.  She had reached the age of seventeen, without having seen one amiable youth who could call forth her sensibility, without having inspired one real passion, and without having excited even any admiration but what was very moderate and very transient.  This was strange indeed!  But strange things may be generally accounted for if their cause be fairly searched out.  There was not one lord in the neighbourhood; no —­ not even a baronet.  There was not one family among their acquaintance who had reared and supported a boy accidentally found at their door —­ not one young man whose origin was unknown.  Her father had no ward, and the squire of the parish no children.

But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her.  Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.

Mr. Allen, who owned the chief of the property about Fullerton, the village in Wiltshire where the Morlands lived, was ordered to Bath for the benefit of a gouty constitution —­ and his lady, a good-humoured woman, fond of Miss Morland, and probably aware that if adventures will not befall a young lady in her own village, she must seek them abroad, invited her to go with them.  Mr. and Mrs. Morland were all compliance, and Catherine all happiness.

CHAPTER 2

In addition to what has been already said of Catherine Morland’s personal and mental endowments, when about to be launched into all the difficulties and dangers of a six weeks’ residence in Bath, it may be stated, for the reader’s more certain information, lest the following pages should otherwise fail of giving any idea of what her character is meant to be, that her heart was affectionate; her disposition cheerful and open, without conceit or affectation of any kind —­ her manners just removed from the awkwardness and shyness of a girl; her person pleasing, and, when in good looks, pretty —­ and her mind about as ignorant and uninformed as the female mind at seventeen usually is.