Chapter 19

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌⁠A letter, edged with black, announced the day of my master’s return. Isabella was dead; and he wrote to bid me get mourning for his daughter, and arrange a room, and other accommodations, for his youthful nephew. Catherine ran wild with joy at the idea of welcoming her father back; and indulged most sanguine anticipations of the innumerable excellencies of her “real” cousin. The evening of their e