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“
I
dare
say
she
was
very
glad
to
dance
.
Do
you
think
her
pretty
?
”
“
Not
very
.
”
“
He
never
comes
to
the
pump
-
room
,
I
suppose
?
”
“
Yes
,
sometimes
;
but
he
has
rid
out
this
morning
with
my
father
.
”
Mrs
.
Hughes
now
joined
them
,
and
asked
Miss
Tilney
if
she
was
ready
to
go
.
“
I
hope
I
shall
have
the
pleasure
of
seeing
you
again
soon
,
”
said
Catherine
.
“
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
.
Catherine
knew
all
this
very
well
;
her
great
aunt
had
read
her
a
lecture
on
the
subject
only
the
Christmas
before
;
and
yet
she
lay
awake
ten
minutes
on
Wednesday
night
debating
between
her
spotted
and
her
tamboured
muslin
,
and
nothing
but
the
shortness
of
the
time
prevented
her
buying
a
new
one
for
the
evening
.
This
would
have
been
an
error
in
judgment
,
great
though
not
uncommon
,
from
which
one
of
the
other
sex
rather
than
her
own
,
a
brother
rather
than
a
great
aunt
,
might
have
warned
her
,
for
man
only
can
be
aware
of
the
insensibility
of
man
towards
a
new
gown
.
It
would
be
mortifying
to
the
feelings
of
many
ladies
,
could
they
be
made
to
understand
how
little
the
heart
of
man
is
affected
by
what
is
costly
or
new
in
their
attire
;
how
little
it
is
biased
by
the
texture
of
their
muslin
,
and
how
unsusceptible
of
peculiar
tenderness
towards
the
spotted
,
the
sprigged
,
the
mull
,
or
the
jackonet
.
Woman
is
fine
for
her
own
satisfaction
alone
.
No
man
will
admire
her
the
more
,
no
woman
will
like
her
the
better
for
it
.
Neatness
and
fashion
are
enough
for
the
former
,
and
a
something
of
shabbiness
or
impropriety
will
be
most
endearing
to
the
latter
.
But
not
one
of
these
grave
reflections
troubled
the
tranquillity
of
Catherine
.
