“With me, dear Isabella!”

“Nay, my sweetest Catherine, this is being quite absurd!  Modesty, and all that, is very well in its way, but really a little common honesty is sometimes quite as becoming.  I have no idea of being so overstrained!  It is fishing for compliments.  His attentions were such as a child must have noticed.  And it was but half an hour before he left Bath that you gave him the most positive encouragement.  He says so in this letter, says that he as good as made you an offer, and that you received his advances in the kindest way; and now he wants me to urge his suit, and say all manner of pretty things to you.  So it is in vain to affect ignorance.”

Catherine, with all the earnestness of truth, expressed her astonishment at such a charge, protesting her innocence of every thought of Mr. Thorpe’s being in love with her, and the consequent impossibility of her having ever intended to encourage him.  “As to any attentions on his side, I do declare, upon my honour, I never was sensible of them for a moment —­ except just his asking me to dance the first day of his coming.  And as to making me an offer, or anything like it, there must be some unaccountable mistake.  I could not have misunderstood a thing of that kind, you know!  And, as I ever wish to be believed, I solemnly protest that no syllable of such a nature ever passed between us.  The last half hour before he went away!  It must be all and completely a mistake —­ for I did not see him once that whole morning.”

“But that you certainly did, for you spent the whole morning in Edgar’s Buildings —­ it was the day your father’s consent came —­ and I am pretty sure that you and John were alone in the parlour some time before you left the house.”

“Are you?  Well, if you say it, it was so, I dare say —­ but for the life of me, I cannot recollect it.  I do remember now being with you, and seeing him as well as the rest —­ but that we were ever alone for five minutes —­ However, it is not worth arguing about, for whatever might pass on his side, you must be convinced, by my having no recollection of it, that I never thought, nor expected, nor wished for anything of the kind from him.  I am excessively concerned that he should have any regard for me —­ but indeed it has been quite unintentional on my side; I never had the smallest idea of it.  Pray undeceive him as soon as you can, and tell him I beg his pardon —­ that is —­ I do not know what I ought to say —­ but make him understand what I mean, in the properest way.  I would not speak disrespectfully of a brother of yours, Isabella, I am sure; but you know very well that if I could think of one man more than another —­ he is not the person.”  Isabella was silent.  “My dear friend, you must not be angry with me.  I cannot suppose your brother cares so very much about me.  And, you know, we shall still be sisters.”

“Yes, yes” (with a blush), “there are more ways than one of our being sisters.  But where am I wandering to?  Well, my dear Catherine, the case seems to be that you are determined against poor John —­ is not it so?”