‘Yes,to be sure,as you state it,all this sounds very well;but still they are so very different. I cannot look upon them at all in the same light,nor think the same duties belong to them.’
‘In one respect,there certainly is a difference.In marriage,the man is supposed to provide for the support of the woman;the woman to make the home agreeable to the man;he is to purvey,and she is to smile.But in dancing,their duties are exactly changed;the agreeableness,the compliance are expected from him,while she furnishes the fan and the lavender water.That,I suppose,was the difference of duties which struck you,as rendering the conditions incapable of comparison.’
‘No,indeed,I never thought of that.’
‘Then I am quite at a loss.One thing,however,I must observe.This disposition on your side is rather alarming.You totally disallow any similarity in the obligations;and may I not thence infer,that your notions of the duties of the dancing state are not so strict as your partner might wish?Have I not reason to fear,that if the gentleman who spoke to you just now were to return,or if any other gentleman were to address you,there would be nothing to restrain you from conversing with him as long as you chose?’
‘Mr Thorpe is such a very particular friend of my brother's ,that if he talks to me,I must talk to him again;but there are hardly three young men in the room besides him,that I have any acquaintance with.’
‘And is that to be my only security?alas,alas!’
‘Nay,I am sure you cannot have a better;for if I do not know anybody,it is impossible for me to talk to them;and,besides,I do not want to talk to anybody.’
‘Now you have given me a security worth having;and I shall proceed with courage.Do you find Bath as agreeable as when I had the honour of making the inquiry before?’
‘Yes,quite more so,indeed.’
‘More so! Take care,or you will forget to be tired of it at the proper time. You ought to be tired at the end of six weeks.’
‘I do not think I should be tired,if I were to stay here six months.’
‘Bath,compared with London,has little variety,and so everybody finds out every year.“For six weeks,I allow Bath is pleasant enough;but beyond that,it is the most tiresome place in the world.”You would be told so by people of all deions,who come regularly every winter,lengthen their six weeks into ten or twelve,and go away at last because they can afford to stay no longer.’
‘Well,other people must judge for themselves,and those who go to London may think nothing of Bath.But I,who live in a small retired village in the country,can never find greater sameness in such a place as this,than in my own home;for here are a variety of amusements,a variety of things to be seen and done all day long,which I can know nothing of there.’
‘You are not fond of the country.’
‘Yes,I am.I have always lived there,and always been very happy.But certainly there is much more sameness in a country life than in a Bath life.One day in the country is exactly like another.’
‘But then you spend your time so much more rationally in the country.’
‘Do I?’
‘Do you not?’
‘I do not believe there is much difference.’
‘Here you are in pursuit only of amusement all day long.’
‘And so I am at home only I do not find so much of it.I walk about here,and so I do there; but here I see a variety of people in every street,and there I can only go and call on Mrs Allen.’
Mr Tilney was very much amused.‘Only go and call on Mrs Allen!’he repeated.‘What a picture of intellectual poverty!However,when you sink into this abyss again,you will have more to say.You will be able to talk of Bath,and of all that you did here.’
‘Oh!yes.I shall never be in want of something to talk of again to Mrs Allen,or anybody else.I really believe I shall always be talking of Bath,when I am at home again I do like it so very much.If I could but have papa and mamma,and the rest of them here,I suppose I should be too happy!James's coming (my eldest brother)is quite delightful and especially as it turns out,that the very family we are just got so intimate with,are his intimate friends already.Oh!who can ever be tired of Bath?’
‘Not those who bring such fresh feelings of every sort to it,as you do.But papas and mammas,and brothers and intimate friends are a good deal gone by,to most of the frequenters of Bath and the honest relish of balls and plays,and every day sights,is past with them.’
Here their conversation closed;the demands of the dance becoming now too importunate for a divided attention.
Soon after their reaching the bottom of the set,Catherine perceived herself to be earnestly regarded by a gentleman who stood among the lookers on immediately behind her partner.He was a very handsome man,of a commanding aspect,past the bloom,but not past the vigour of life;and with his eye still directed towards her,she saw him presently address Mr Tilney in a familiar whisper.Confused by his notice,and blushing from the fear of its being excited by something wrong in her appearance,she turned away her head.But while she did so,the gentleman retreated,and her partner coming nearer,said,‘I see that you guess what I have just been asked.That gentleman knows your name,and you have a right to know his.It is General Tilney,my father.’
Catherine's answer was only ‘Oh!’ but it was an ‘Oh!’expressing everything needful;attention to his words,and perfect reliance on their truth.With real interest and strong admiration did her eye now follow the General,as he moved through the crowd,and ‘How handsome a family they are!’was her secret remark.
