Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday have now passed in review before the reader; the events of each day, its hopes and fears, mortifications and pleasures, have been separately stated, and the pangs of Sunday only now remain to be described, and close the week.  The Clifton scheme had been deferred, not relinquished, and on the afternoon’s crescent of this day, it was brought forward again.  In a private consultation between Isabella and James, the former of whom had particularly set her heart upon going, and the latter no less anxiously placed his upon pleasing her, it was agreed that, provided the weather were fair, the party should take place on the following morning; and they were to set off very early, in order to be at home in good time.  The affair thus determined, and Thorpe’s approbation secured, Catherine only remained to be apprised of it.  She had left them for a few minutes to speak to Miss Tilney.  In that interval the plan was completed, and as soon as she came again, her agreement was demanded; but instead of the gay acquiescence expected by Isabella, Catherine looked grave, was very sorry, but could not go.  The engagement which ought to have kept her from joining in the former attempt would make it impossible for her to accompany them now.  She had that moment settled with Miss Tilney to take their proposed walk tomorrow; it was quite determined, and she would not, upon any account, retract.  But that she must and should retract was instantly the eager cry of both the Thorpes; they must go to Clifton tomorrow, they would not go without her, it would be nothing to put off a mere walk for one day longer, and they would not hear of a refusal.  Catherine was distressed, but not subdued.  “Do not urge me, Isabella.  I am engaged to Miss Tilney.  I cannot go.”  This availed nothing.  The same arguments assailed her again; she must go, she should go, and they would not hear of a refusal.  “It would be so easy to tell Miss Tilney that you had just been reminded of a prior engagement, and must only beg to put off the walk till Tuesday.”

“No, it would not be easy.  I could not do it.  There has been no prior engagement.”  But Isabella became only more and more urgent, calling on her in the most affectionate manner, addressing her by the most endearing names.  She was sure her dearest, sweetest Catherine would not seriously refuse such a trifling request to a friend who loved her so dearly.  She knew her beloved Catherine to have so feeling a heart, so sweet a temper, to be so easily persuaded by those she loved.  But all in vain; Catherine felt herself to be in the right, and though pained by such tender, such flattering supplication, could not allow it to influence her.  Isabella then tried another method.  She reproached her with having more affection for Miss Tilney, though she had known her so little a while, than for her best and oldest friends, with being grown cold and indifferent, in short, towards herself.  “I