readily agreed to, with only a proviso of Miss Tilney's, that it did not rain, which Catherine was sure it would not.

At twelve o'clock, they were to call for her in Pulteney Street; and “Remember — twelve o'clock,” was her parting speech to her new friend. Of her other, her older, her more established friend, Isabella, of whose fidelity and worth she had enjoyed a fortnight's experience, she scarcely saw anything during the evening. Yet, though longing to make her acquainted with her happiness, she cheerfully submitted to the wish of Mr. Allen, which took them rather early away, and her spirits danced within her, as she danced in her chair all the way home.