Amanda Grange: Henry Tilney's Diary

‘This is very sudden, sir,’ I could not resist saying. ‘I thought you did not like Mr Morris.’

‘Nonsense, I have always thought him a very fine young man, he is just the sort of young man I would like to have in the family.’

‘But he has no fortune,’ I said.

‘What does fortune matter?’ asked my father blithely. ‘It matters not at all.’

‘I am glad to hear you say so,’ I returned. ‘Then you can have no objection to Miss Morland.’

He was momentarily disconcerted, but returned with, ‘Miss Morland is too young for marriage.’

‘A problem that time will heal,’ I said.

He waved it away.

‘There is not time to think of Miss Morland now. You would not want to spoil your sister’s happiness, nor take anything away from her, I am sure. Eleanor, go and dress, my dear, I think I hear a carriage.’

Eleanor, hearing it too, flew inside.

I, content to see Eleanor happy, and knowing I had at least reminded my father of Catherine and my determination to marry her, went out with him to the carriage: I wanted to give Thomas a welcome as genuine as my father’s would be false. My father, in his excess of good humour, forgot that he had banished me and even smiled at me as the carriage rolled to a halt.

The door opened and Thomas stepped out. My father was at his most genial, welcoming him to the abbey and asking after his journey.

Thomas – or the viscount, as I must get used to calling him – was still dressed in his old clothes, having stopped for nothing in his eagerness to see Eleanor again. He greeted me heartily and he endured all my father’s obsequiousness, although he looked momentarily put out when my father declared that no letter had arrived to prepare him for the visit. He glanced at me and, seeing my face, knew that the letter had arrived.

Disdaining to call my father a liar, he said, ‘A pity. You must think it very strange of me to call, but I have a matter of great importance I would like to discuss with you. I wonder if you would favour me with a few minutes of your time?’

‘But of course. My time is always at your disposal.’

And smiling benignly, he led Thomas into his study.

The outcome was never in doubt. In a few minutes Thomas emerged and, catching sight of Eleanor, who had just come downstairs, he ran to her and claimed her as his own.

I retreated to give them their privacy and thought, Now if only some similar miracle could happen for me.

JUNE

Monday 3 June

My father’s complaisance towards me did not last long, and as his last words to me when I left the abbey were that he had not forgiven me for my disobedience and that I was not welcome at the abbey until I had renounced Catherine, I have not been there since. Eleanor and I now rely on letters and meetings at neighbours’ houses. It was in a letter, arrived this morning, that I learnt more about the wedding plans: that our father is torn between encouraging Eleanor and Thomas to procure a special licence, so that they might marry without delay, and encouraging them to wait so that there is time for him to arrange the most splendid wedding the country has seen. He has already invited the Marquis of Longtown and General Courteney, and never tires of talking of ‘my daughter Eleanor, the future viscountess.’

To remove Eleanor from his effusions I wrote back and suggested a week in London, so that Eleanor could buy her wedding clothes. I am sure she will like the idea, and now she only needs to persuade our father to let her go.

Tuesday 4 June

Our father was so taken with the idea of Eleanor’s wedding clothes coming from London that he wrote to Mrs Hughes himself and begged her chaperonage.

‘I am indebted to you for your kindness, Henry,’ said Eleanor, as we met this afternoon at the Lady Frasers’ house, ‘especially as Thomas has to be in London to deal with the marriage settlements. I suppose your suggestion had nothing to do with the fact that Catherine is also to be in London soon?’

‘Nothing at all,’ I said airily. ‘It is a complete coincidence that she is going to London next week with the Allens. If we should happen to see her about town it will be nothing but a fortunate chance.’

‘And is our invitation to the Allens for dinner on Thursday a result of the same chance?’

‘My dear sister, do you really want to know? Because if not, I suggest you do not ask.’

‘Keep your secrets then,’ she said. ‘But you might wish to know that I have invited Catherine to ride with me in the park on Friday. Would you care to join me?’

‘I am always happy to accompany you, dear sister,’ I said.

She laughed.

‘Very well, we are meeting her at ten o’clock. I must give you warning that I mean to ask her to support me when I marry. She has been a true friend to me and I hope she will carry my bouquet.’

‘Our father will never allow it!’ I said, startled.

‘My dear Henry, he is so delighted with me that he would indulge me in any whim. Besides, I do not mean to ask him. I mean to tell him. Thomas and I are of one mind on this, that our father must be brought to sanction your marriage. I can think of no better wife for you, and no better sister for myself, than Catherine. Once Thomas and I are married you will both come and stay with us and my father will become gradually used to the idea – or, at least, he must pretend to become used to the idea if he wishes to be a guest in our house.’

‘He would not sacrifice that pleasure for anything in the world.’

‘And so I predict, dear brother, that there will be another wedding before the year is out.’

I thought of it with a great deal of satisfaction, and I believe I scarcely heard one word in ten that Eleanor said, for although I love my sister and I was happy to indulge her in a conversation about Thomas, I love Catherine more. Whilst Eleanor expounded on her betrothed’s many virtues, I thought of the many virtues, habits and endearing quirks of my own betrothed.

Tuesday 11 June

Arriving in London, I went at once to the Allens to pay my respects. Catherine was there, as I knew she would be, and after the first ten minutes or so, Mrs Allen suggested that Catherine should show me the garden.

‘It is nothing to a country garden, merely a small patch of ground, but the roses are very pretty,’ said Mrs Allen.

Catherine agreed with alacrity and we were soon out of doors, walking arm in arm. We talked of Eleanor’s good fortune and of her plan to reconcile my father to our own marriage.

‘I am looking forward to seeing her again on Friday,’ she said.

‘And she you.’

‘And will you be there?’ Catherine asked.

‘My dear Catherine, a mountain full of banditti could not keep me away. And after our walk, perhaps you will be good enough to accompany us to Grafton House. Eleanor needs to buy some fabric for her wedding clothes.’

‘Oh, yes, and I must have something for a new dress, too. I have never been an attendant before. You must help me choose my muslin!’ she said.

‘Ah, you have remembered that I am an expert. Good. I will find you such a fabric as has never been seen before; a muslin so fine that countesses will exclaim at it in astonishment and yet so sturdy that even the most heavy-handed washerwoman cannot damage it on washing day; the kind of muslin that women can usually only dream of!’

‘And do your really think your father will be reconciled to the match?’ she asked.

‘He must be, since he has no choice in the matter and can only delay and not prevent it.’

She was satisfied, and we wandered through the garden for far longer than its small size deserved, though Mrs Allen was too good to comment on the fact.