Sir Philip stepped close to her, his voice a murmur for her ear only. “As my aunt has left you bereft of your partner,” he said, “perhaps you will accept me as a substitute, however inferior.”

Catherine accepted, all gratitude for such kindness. She hoped to follow her brother-in-law’s example and join the other set, but as they passed behind Miss Beauclerk, she reached out to touch Catherine’s arm. “Mrs. Tilney, will you stand next to me? Pray pay no attention to my mother’s rattle. Henry — Mr. Tilney and I have been friends for a long time, and I am very happy for you both.”

Catherine looked at Henry, who nodded and smiled; thus assured, she took the place to which she had been invited.

Sir Philip turned out to be the sort of partner in whom Catherine normally delighted: a graceful dancer who did nothing to draw undue attention to himself, scrupulously polite, certainly handsome; but instead of giving her attention to her partner, she found herself watching Henry dance with Miss Beauclerk, watching him lean close to say something that made her laugh. Common sense told her that in such a crowded room, Henry had to lean close to be heard, but she could not be comfortable.

Sir Philip did not seek to engage her in conversation beyond the commonplace civilities of a ballroom, for which Catherine was grateful, though she felt she should be making more of an effort. She felt it even more acutely after their two dances were over, and Mr. King presented gentleman after gentleman who wished introductions to the pretty young bride who had been singled out by a man of fashion such as Beauclerk. Catherine danced with them all, and conversed politely with them all, and was obliged to speak very severely to one of them, who appeared to be in liquor and seized her waist with more familiarity than allowed by a country-dance. Mr. King hustled the offender away directly with profuse apologies; Catherine heard the man say to the master of the ceremonies, “But she was dancin’ with Beauclerk!” She could not begin to understand him.

She had made up her mind to not dance any more that evening, when Henry appeared before her like a miracle. “I hope you saved two dances for me,” he said.

“Any two you wish.”

“The next two, then.”

Her flagging spirits revived, they had their two dances, and then everyone was going in to tea. Though the room was crowded, Henry managed to find a table, and sent a waiter to fetch their tea.

“How delightful that we were dancing together just now,” said Catherine. “I would not have liked to be obliged to drink tea with someone else just because he happened to be my partner for the last dance.”

“Nor I, my sweet; and that is why I gave Mr. King a half-crown to tell me which would be the last dance before tea.”

Catherine gasped, and then laughed, and poured her beloved a cup of tea as they were joined by Lord and Lady Whiting.

“Oh, how very comfortable,” said Eleanor. “Here we all are together, when we despaired of finding a place!”

“The General will not join us?” asked Henry.

“The General,” said Whiting, “waits upon Lady Beauclerk’s party, of course.”

Catherine let out a sigh of relief and smiled at Henry.

“Now that we can speak more freely, I may ask: what brings you all to Bath?” Henry asked, passing a cup of tea to his sister.

“I wrote to you that we were visiting at the Abbey over Christmas,” said Eleanor. “My father pressed me to stay on after the holiday to act as his hostess.”

“What my lovely wife has left out of the story,” said his lordship, “is that General Tilney needed a hostess at the Abbey so that he could continue to receive Lady Beauclerk and her daughter, who have been frequent callers at the Abbey, at least on the days that the general was not haunting Beaumont.”

“Indeed?” asked Henry, exchanging a speaking glance with his sister, who bowed her head and sipped her tea. “But you have not yet answered my question: what brings you all to Bath?”

His lordship smirked. “Her ladyship thought the waters might do her good, and the general decided soon after that the waters would do him good.”

“John,” said Eleanor in a warning tone.

“Do not look so despondent, my love,” said his lordship. “If the general marries Lady Beauclerk, he will no longer be able to exploit your very proper daughterly scruples to keep you at the Abbey for months on end. He will have a hostess permanently installed.”

Eleanor shook her head. “I cannot like it. It is not seemly, so soon after Sir Arthur’s death.”

“You refine too much upon trifles, my love. You may be sure that the neighborhood had them married off before Sir Arthur was cold in his grave. ‘So suitable!’ the old biddies cry. ‘Such old friends! Such fine fortunes!’”

“I know you cannot like it, Henry,” said Eleanor.

“It is none of my affair, I am sure,” said Henry. “My mother has been dead these ten years. It is not wonderful that the general should seek a wife.”

“I would have had him look elsewhere.”

“Do we have the right to dictate to him, Eleanor, when we did not allow him to dictate to us?” said Henry, with a smile at Catherine.

“But John and Catherine are not — ” Eleanor bit off the words.

“Hateful shrews?” supplied her husband.

Even Eleanor laughed at his sally.

“I would not worry overmuch,” said his lordship, finishing his tea. “I am not so sure that her ladyship will accept an offer from General Tilney. She is enjoying single blessedness too much to give it up very soon. Do you know what they call her? The Merry Widow.”

“Do they indeed?” murmured Henry.

Catherine did not expect much enjoyment from the remainder of the evening, but more dances with the viscount, and Sir Philip, and especially with Henry, brought back all the happiness with which she had anticipated this visit to Bath, alloyed only by Miss Beauclerk taking Catherine’s hand at the close of the ball and begging her to call at their house in Laura-place on the morrow. Her manner was so perfectly frank and friendly that Catherine could not refuse, though she shrank from a more intimate acquaintance.


Matthew and MacGuffin waited for them outside the rooms; Matthew had already procured a chair for Catherine, but Henry walked ahead of the chair, deep in conversation with Matthew, who held a lantern to light the way. The chair-men kept a careful distance, unsure what to make of the very large Newfoundland dog, so their progress was slower than usual.