With such encouragement, Catherine hoped at least to pass uncensured through the crowd.

As for admiration, it was always very welcome when it came, but she did not depend on it.
Mrs.Allen was so long in dressing that they did not enter the ballroom till late.

The season was full, the room crowded, and the two ladies squeezed in as well as they could.

As for Mr.Allen, he repaired directly to the card-room, and left them to enjoy a mob by themselves.
With more care for the safety of her new gown than for the comfort of her protegee, Mrs.Allen made her way through the throng of men by the door, as swiftly as the necessary caution would allow; Catherine, however, kept close at her side, and linked her arm too firmly within her friend's to be torn asunder by any common effort of a struggling assembly.

But to her utter amazement she found that to proceed along the room was by no means the way to disengage themselves from the crowd; it seemed rather to increase as they went on, whereas she had imagined that when once fairly within the door, they should easily find seats and be able to watch the dances with perfect convenience.