“My dear Miss Morland,” said Henry, “in this amiable solicitude for your brother’s comfort, may you not be a little mistaken?  Are you not carried a little too far?  Would he thank you, either on his own account or Miss Thorpe’s, for supposing that her affection, or at least her good behaviour, is only to be secured by her seeing nothing of Captain Tilney?  Is he safe only in solitude?  Or is her heart constant to him only when unsolicited by anyone else?  He cannot think this —­ and you may be sure that he would not have you think it.  I will not say, ‘Do not be uneasy,’ because I know that you are so, at this moment; but be as little uneasy as you can.  You have no doubt of the mutual attachment of your brother and your friend; depend upon it, therefore, that real jealousy never can exist between them; depend upon it that no disagreement between them can be of any duration.  Their hearts are open to each other, as neither heart can be to you; they know exactly what is required and what can be borne; and you may be certain that one will never tease the other beyond what is known to be pleasant.”

Perceiving her still to look doubtful and grave, he added, “Though Frederick does not leave Bath with us, he will probably remain but a very short time, perhaps only a few days behind us.  His leave of absence will soon expire, and he must return to his regiment.  And what will then be their acquaintance?  The mess-room will drink Isabella Thorpe for a fortnight, and she will laugh with your brother over poor Tilney’s passion for a month.”

Catherine would contend no longer against comfort.  She had resisted its approaches during the whole length of a speech, but it now carried her captive.  Henry Tilney must know best.  She blamed herself for the extent of her fears, and resolved never to think so seriously on the subject again.

Her resolution was supported by Isabella’s behaviour in their parting interview.  The Thorpes spent the last evening of Catherine’s stay in Pulteney Street, and nothing passed between the lovers to excite her uneasiness, or make her quit them in apprehension.  James was in excellent spirits, and Isabella most engagingly placid.  Her tenderness for her friend seemed rather the first feeling of her heart; but that at such a moment was allowable; and once she gave her lover a flat contradiction, and once she drew back her hand; but Catherine remembered Henry’s instructions, and placed it all to judicious affection.  The embraces, tears, and promises of the parting fair ones may be fancied.

CHAPTER 20