It was doomed to be a day of trial.

No sooner had she expressed her delight in Mr.Allen's lengthened stay than Miss Tilney told her of her father's having just determined upon quitting Bath by the end of another week.

Here was a blow! The past suspense of the morning had been ease and quiet to the present disappointment.
Catherine's countenance fell, and in a voice of most sincere concern she echoed Miss Tilney's concluding words, "By the end of another week!" "Yes, my father can seldom be prevailed on to give the waters what I think a fair trial.

He has been disappointed of some friends' arrival whom he expected to meet here, and as he is now pretty well, is in a hurry to get home." "I am very sorry for it," said Catherine dejectedly; "if I had known this before--" "Perhaps," said Miss Tilney in an embarrassed manner, "you would be so good--it would make me very happy if--" The entrance of her father put a stop to the civility, which Catherine was beginning to hope might introduce a desire of their corresponding.
After addressing her with his usual politeness, he turned to his daughter and said, "Well, Eleanor, may I congratulate you on being successful in your application to your fair friend ?" "I was just beginning to make the request, sir, as you came in." "Well, proceed by all means.

I know how much your heart is in it.