They were come to Bath for a few days with Mrs. Musgrove, and were at the White Hart. (ch. 22)

The Musgrove party arrives in Bath and brings with them an immediate sense of excitement, bustle and vitality to the narration. "A large party in an hotel insured a quick-changing, unsettled scene." Can't you just picture it? People coming and going, multiple conversations going on, the friendly noise. I love the Musgroves.

And then there's Mary…

"Anne," cried Mary, still at her window, "there is Mrs. Clay, I am sure, standing under the colonnade, and a gentleman with her. I saw them turn the corner from Bath Street just now. They seem deep in talk. Who is it? Come, and tell me. Good heavens! I recollect. It is Mr. Elliot himself."

Here's a view from the White Hart, showing the colonnade where Mrs. Clay and Mr. Elliot met: