The Allens, Thorpes, and Morlands all met in the evening at the theatre; and, as Catherine and Isabella sat together, there was then an opportunity for the latter to utter some few of the many thousand things which had been collecting within her for communication in the immeasurable length of time which had divided them.  “Oh, heavens!  My beloved Catherine, have I got you at last?” was her address on Catherine’s entering the box and sitting by her.  “Now, Mr. Morland,” for he was close to her on the other side, “I shall not speak another word to you all the rest of the evening; so I charge you not to expect it.  My sweetest Catherine, how have you been this long age?  But I need not ask you, for you look delightfully.  You really have done your hair in a more heavenly style than ever; you mischievous creature, do you want to attract everybody?  I assure you, my brother is quite in love with you already; and as for Mr. Tilney —­ but that is a settled thing —­ even your modesty cannot doubt his attachment now; his coming back to Bath makes it too plain.  Oh!  What would not I give to see him!  I really am quite wild with impatience.  My mother says he is the most delightful young man in the world; she saw him this morning, you know; you must introduce him to me.  Is he in the house now?  Look about, for heaven’s sake!  I assure you, I can hardly exist till I see him.”

“No,” said Catherine, “he is not here; I cannot see him anywhere.”

“Oh, horrid!  Am I never to be acquainted with him?  How do you like my gown?  I think it does not look amiss; the sleeves were entirely my own thought.  Do you know, I get so immoderately sick of Bath; your brother and I were agreeing this morning that, though it is vastly well to be here for a few weeks, we would not live here for millions.  We soon found out that our tastes were exactly alike in preferring the country to every other place; really, our opinions were so exactly the same, it was quite ridiculous!  There was not a single point in which we differed; I would not have had you by for the world; you are such a sly thing, I am sure you would have made some droll remark or other about it.”

“No, indeed I should not.”

“Oh, yes you would indeed; I know you better than you know yourself.  You would have told us that we seemed born for each other, or some nonsense of that kind, which would have distressed me beyond conception; my cheeks would have been as red as your roses; I would not have had you by for the world.”

“Indeed you do me injustice; I would not have made so improper a remark upon any account; and besides, I am sure it would never have entered my head.”

Isabella smiled incredulously and talked the rest of the evening to James.