"Where are you all going to ?" "Going to?
Why, you have not forgot our engagement! Did not we agree together to take a drive this morning?
What a head you have! We are going up Claverton Down." "Something was said about it, I remember," said Catherine, looking at Mrs.Allen for her opinion; "but really I did not expect you." "Not expect me! That's a good one! And what a dust you would have made, if I had not come." Catherine's silent appeal to her friend, meanwhile, was entirely thrown away, for Mrs.Allen, not being at all in the habit of conveying any expression herself by a look, was not aware of its being ever intended by anybody else; and Catherine, whose desire of seeing Miss Tilney again could at that moment bear a short delay in favour of a drive, and who thought there could be no impropriety in her going with Mr.Thorpe, as Isabella was going at the same time with James, was therefore obliged to speak plainer.

"Well, ma'am, what do you say to it?
Can you spare me for an hour or two?
Shall I go ?" "Do just as you please, my dear," replied Mrs.Allen, with the most placid indifference.

Catherine took the advice, and ran off to get ready.

In a very few minutes she reappeared, having scarcely allowed the two others time enough to get through a few short sentences in her praise, after Thorpe had procured Mrs.Allen's admiration of his gig; and then receiving her friend's parting good wishes, they both hurried downstairs.

"My dearest creature," cried Isabella, to whom the duty of friendship immediately called her before she could get into the carriage, "you have been at least three hours getting ready.