"Shall you be at the cotillion ball tomorrow ?" "Perhaps we--Yes, I think we certainly shall." "I am glad of it, for we shall all be there." This civility was duly returned; and they parted--on Miss Tilney's side with some knowledge of her new acquaintance's feelings, and on Catherine's, without the smallest consciousness of having explained them.
She went home very happy.

The morning had answered all her hopes, and the evening of the following day was now the object of expectation, the future good.

What gown and what head-dress she should wear on the occasion became her chief concern.

She cannot be justified in it.

Dress is at all times a frivolous distinction, and excessive solicitude about it often destroys its own aim.