uneasiness on Captain Tilney's account, could only express her concern by silent attention, obliged her to be seated, rubbed her temples with lavender-water, and hung over her with affectionate solicitude. “My dear Catherine, you must not — you must not indeed — ” were Eleanor's first connected words. “I am quite well. This kindness distracts me — I cannot bear it — I come to you on such an errand!”

“Errand! To me!”

“How shall I tell you!

Oh! How shall I tell you!”

A new idea now darted into Catherine's mind, and turning as pale as her friend, she exclaimed, “'Tis a messenger from Woodston!”

“You are mistaken, indeed,”