I am sorry it happens so, for Mrs.Allen thought them very pretty kind of young people; and you were sadly out of luck too in your Isabella.

Ah! Poor James! Well, we must live and learn; and the next new friends you make I hope will be better worth keeping." Catherine coloured as she warmly answered, "No friend can be better worth keeping than Eleanor." "If so, my dear, I dare say you will meet again some time or other; do not be uneasy.

It is ten to one but you are thrown together again in the course of a few years; and then what a pleasure it will be!" Mrs.Morland was not happy in her attempt at consolation.

The hope of meeting again in the course of a few years could only put into Catherine's head what might happen within that time to make a meeting dreadful to her.

She could never forget Henry Tilney, or think of him with less tenderness than she did at that moment; but he might forget her; and in that case, to meet--! Her eyes filled with tears as she pictured her acquaintance so renewed; and her mother, perceiving her comfortable suggestions to have had no good effect, proposed, as another expedient for restoring her spirits, that they should call on Mrs.
Allen.
The two houses were only a quarter of a mile apart; and, as they walked, Mrs.Morland quickly dispatched all that she felt on the score of James's disappointment.