Chapter 87The Allens, Dorfmans, and Fenmores all met in the theater in the evenings; and when Catherine and Bella sat together, for the latter there was an opportunity to say a few of the many thousands of things that had accumulated in her for communication in the immeasurable period of time she had separated. "Oh, heaven! My beloved Catherine, did I finally catch you?" was her address when Catherine entered the lodge and sat next to her. "Well, Mr. Fenmore," for he was close to her on the other side, "I will not speak a word to you all evening; so I urge you not to expect it. My sweetest Catherine, how did you grow old for so long? But I don't need to ask you, because you look delightful. You have truly made your hair more heavenly than ever; you mischievous creature, do you want to attr
