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when I had once begun it, I could not lay down again;

I remember finishing it in two days--my hair standing on end

the whole time. "

" Yes, " added Miss Tilney, " and I remember that you

undertook to read it aloud to me, and that when I was called

away for only five minutes to answer a note, instead of

waiting for me, you took the volume into the Hermitage Walk,

and I was obliged to stay till you had finished it. "

" Thank you, Eleanor--a most honourable testimony.

You see, Miss Morland, the injustice of your suspicions.

Here was I, in my eagerness to get on, refusing to wait

only five minutes for my sister, breaking the promise

I had made of reading it aloud, and keeping her in

suspense at a most interesting part, by running away

with the volume, which, you are to observe, was her own,

particularly her own. I am proud when I reflect on it,

and I think it must establish me in your good opinion. "

" I am very glad to hear it indeed, and now I shall

never be ashamed of liking Udolpho myself. But I really

thought before, young men despised novels amazingly. "

" It is amazingly; it may well suggest amazement

if they do--for they read nearly as many as women.

I myself have read hundreds and hundreds. Do not imagine

that you can cope with me in a knowledge of Julias

and Louisas. If we proceed to particulars, and engage

in the never-ceasing inquiry of `Have you read this? `

and `Have you read that? ` I shall soon leave you as far

behind me as--what shall I say? --l want an appropriate

simile. --as far as your friend Emily herself left poor

Valancourt when she went with her aunt into Italy.

Consider how many years I have had the start of you.

I had entered on my studies at Oxford, while you were a good

little girl working your sampler at home! "

" Not very good, I am afraid. But now really,

do not you think Udolpho the nicest book in the world? "

" The nicest--by which I suppose you mean the neatest.

That must depend upon the binding. "

" Henry, " said Miss Tilney, " you are very impertinent.

Miss Morland, he is treating you exactly as he does his sister.

He is forever finding fault with me, for some incorrectness

of language, and now he is taking the same liberty with you.

The word `nicest, ` as you used it, did not suit him;

and you had better change it as soon as you can, or we

shall be overpowered with Johnson and Blair all the rest

of the way. "

" I am sure, " cried Catherine, " I did not mean

to say anything wrong; but it is a nice book, and why

should not I call it so? "

" Very true, " said Henry, " and this is a very nice day,

and we are taking a very nice walk, and you are two

very nice young ladies. Oh! It is a very nice word

indeed! It does for everything. Originally perhaps it

was applied only to express neatness, propriety, delicacy,

or refinement--people were nice in their dress,

in their sentiments, or their choice. But now every

commendation on every subject is comprised in that one word. "

" While, in fact, " cried his sister, " it ought only

to be applied to you, without any commendation at all.

You are more nice than wise. Come, Miss Morland,

let us leave him to meditate over our faults in the utmost

propriety of diction, while we praise Udolpho in whatever

terms we like best. It is a most interesting work.

You are fond of that kind of reading? "

" To say the truth, I do not much like any other. "

" Indeed! "

" That is, I can read poetry and plays, and things

of that sort, and do not dislike travels. But history,

real solemn history, I cannot be interested in.

Can you? "

" Yes, I am fond of history. "

" I wish I were too. I read it a little as a duty,

but it tells me nothing that does not either vex or weary me.

The quarrels of popes and kings, with wars or pestilences,

in every page; the men all so good for nothing,

and hardly any women at all--it is very tiresome:

and yet I often think it odd that it should be so dull,

for a great deal of it must be invention. The speeches

that are put into the heroes` mouths, their thoughts

and designs--the chief of all this must be invention,

and invention is what delights me in other books. "

" Historians, you think, " said Miss Tilney, " are not

happy in their flights of fancy. They display imagination

without raising interest. I am fond of history--and am

very well contented to take the false with the true.

In the principal facts they have sources of intelligence

in former histories and records, which may be as much

depended on, I conclude, as anything that does not actually

pass under one`s own observation; and as for the little

embellishments you speak of, they are embellishments,

and I like them as such. If a speech be well drawn up,

I read it with pleasure, by whomsoever it may be made--and

probably with much greater, if the production of Mr. Hume

or Mr. Robertson, than if the genuine words of Caractacus,

Agricola, or Alfred the Great. "

" You are fond of history! And so are Mr. Allen and

my father; and I have two brothers who do not dislike it.

So many instances within my small circle of friends is

remarkable! At this rate, I shall not pity the writers

of history any longer. If people like to read their books,

it is all very well, but to be at so much trouble in filling

great volumes, which, as I used to think, nobody would

willingly ever look into, to be labouring only for the torment

of little boys and girls, always struck me as a hard fate;

and though I know it is all very right and necessary,

I have often wondered at the person`s courage that could

sit down on purpose to do it. "

" That little boys and girls should be tormented, "

said Henry, " is what no one at all acquainted with human

nature in a civilized state can deny; but in behalf

of our most distinguished historians, I must observe

that they might well be offended at being supposed to

have no higher aim, and that by their method and style,

they are perfectly well qualified to torment readers

of the most advanced reason and mature time of life.

I use the verb `to torment, ` as I observed to be your

own method, instead of `to instruct, ` supposing them to be

now admitted as synonymous. "

" You think me foolish to call instruction a torment,

but if you had been as much used as myself to hear poor

little children first learning their letters and then

learning to spell, if you had ever seen how stupid they

they can be for a whole morning together, and how tired

my poor mother is at the end of it, as I am in the habit

of seeing almost every day of my life at home, you would

allow that `to torment` and `to instruct` might sometimes

be used as synonymous words. "

" Very probably. But historians are not accountable

for the difficulty of learning to read; and even you yourself,

who do not altogether seem particularly friendly to

very severe, very intense application, may perhaps be

brought to acknowledge that it is very well worth-while

to be tormented for two or three years of one`s life,

for the sake of being able to read all the rest of it.

Consider--if reading had not been taught, Mrs. Radcliffe

would have written in vain--or perhaps might not have

written at all. "

Catherine assented--and a very warm panegyric

from her on that lady`s merits closed the subject.

The Tilneys were soon engaged in another on which she

had nothing to say. They were viewing the country with

the eyes of persons accustomed to drawing, and decided on

its capability of being formed into pictures, with all the

eagerness of real taste. Here Catherine was quite lost.

She knew nothing of drawing--nothing of taste: and she

listened to them with an attention which brought her

little profit, for they talked in phrases which conveyed

scarcely any idea to her. The little which she could

understand, however, appeared to contradict the very few

notions she had entertained on the matter before.

It seemed as if a good view were no longer to be taken

from the top of an high hill, and that a clear blue

sky was no longer a proof of a fine day. She was

heartily ashamed of her ignorance. A misplaced shame.

Where people wish to attach, they should always be ignorant.

To come with a well-informed mind is to come with an

inability of administering to the vanity of others,

which a sensible person would always wish to avoid.

A woman especially, if she have the misfortune

of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can.

The advantages of natural folly in a beautiful

girl have been already set forth by the capital pen

of a sister author; and to her treatment of the subject

I will only add, in justice to men, that though to the

larger and more trifling part of the sex, imbecility in

females is a great enhancement of their personal charms,

there is a portion of them too reasonable and too well

informed themselves to desire anything more in woman

than ignorance. But Catherine did not know her own

advantages--did not know that a good-looking girl, with an

affectionate heart and a very ignorant mind, cannot fail

of attracting a clever young man, unless circumstances

are particularly untoward. In the present instance,

she confessed and lamented her want of knowledge, declared that

she would give anything in the world to be able to draw;

and a lecture on the picturesque immediately followed,

in which his instructions were so clear that she soon

began to see beauty in everything admired by him,

and her attention was so earnest that he became perfectly

satisfied of her having a great deal of natural taste.

He talked of foregrounds, distances, and second

distances--side-screens and perspectives--lights and shades;

and Catherine was so hopeful a scholar that when they gained

the top of Beechen Cliff, she voluntarily rejected the whole

city of Bath as unworthy to make part of a landscape.

Delighted with her progress, and fearful of wearying her with

too much wisdom at once, Henry suffered the subject to decline,

and by an easy transition from a piece of rocky fragment

and the withered oak which he had placed near its summit,

to oaks in general, to forests, the enclosure of them,

waste lands, crown lands and government, he shortly

found himself arrived at politics; and from politics,

it was an easy step to silence. The general pause

which succeeded his short disquisition on the state of

the nation was put an end to by Catherine, who, in rather

a solemn tone of voice, uttered these words, " I have

heard that something very shocking indeed will soon

come out in London. "

Miss Tilney, to whom this was chiefly addressed,

was startled, and hastily replied, " Indeed! And of

what nature? " " That I do not know, nor who is the author.

I have only heard that it is to be more horrible than

anything we have met with yet. "

" Good heaven! Where could you hear of such a thing? "

" A particular friend of mine had an account of it in a

letter from London yesterday. It is to be uncommonly dreadful.

I shall expect murder and everything of the kind. "

" You speak with astonishing composure! But I hope

your friend`s accounts have been exaggerated; and if such a

design is known beforehand, proper measures will undoubtedly

be taken by government to prevent its coming to effect. "

" Government, " said Henry, endeavouring not to smile,

" neither desires nor dares to interfere in such matters.

There must be murder; and government cares not how much. "

The ladies stared. He laughed, and added,

" Come, shall I make you understand each other, or leave

you to puzzle out an explanation as you can? No--I will

be noble. I will prove myself a man, no less by the

generosity of my soul than the clearness of my head.

I have no patience with such of my sex as disdain to let

themselves sometimes down to the comprehension of yours.

Perhaps the abilities of women are neither sound nor

acute--neither vigorous nor keen. Perhaps they may

want observation, discernment, judgment, fire, genius, and wit. "

" Miss Morland, do not mind what he says; but have

the goodness to satisfy me as to this dreadful riot. "

" Riot! What riot? "

" My dear Eleanor, the riot is only in your own brain.

The confusion there is scandalous. Miss Morland has been

talking of nothing more dreadful than a new publication

which is shortly to come out, in three duodecimo volumes,

two hundred and seventy-six pages in each, with a frontispiece

to the first, of two tombstones and a lantern--do you

understand? And you, Miss Morland--my stupid sister has

mistaken all your clearest expressions. You talked

of expected horrors in London--and instead of instantly

conceiving, as any rational creature would have done,

that such words could relate only to a circulating library,

she immediately pictured to herself a mob of three thousand

men assembling in St. George`s Fields, the Bank attacked,

the Tower threatened, the streets of London flowing

with blood, a detachment of the Twelfth Light Dragoons (the

hopes of the nation) called up from Northampton to quell

the insurgents, and the gallant Captain Frederick Tilney,

in the moment of charging at the head of his troop,

knocked off his horse by a brickbat from an upper window.

Forgive her stupidity. The fears of the sister have added

to the weakness of the woman; but she is by no means

a simpleton in general. "

Catherine looked grave. " And now, Henry, " said Miss Tilney,

" that you have made us understand each other, you may

as well make Miss Morland understand yourself--unless you

mean to have her think you intolerably rude to your sister,

and a great brute in your opinion of women in general.

Miss Morland is not used to your odd ways. "

" I shall be most happy to make her better acquainted

with them. "

" No doubt; but that is no explanation of the present. "

" What am I to do? "

" You know what you ought to do. Clear your character handsomely

before her. Tell her that you think very highly of the understanding of women. "

" Miss Morland, I think very highly of the understanding

of all the women in the world--especially of those--whoever

they may be--with whom I happen to be in company. "

" That is not enough. Be more serious. "

" Miss Morland, no one can think more highly of

the understanding of women than I do. In my opinion,

nature has given them so much that they never find it

necessary to use more than half. "

" We shall get nothing more serious from him now,

Miss Morland. He is not in a sober mood. But I do assure

you that he must be entirely misunderstood, if he can

ever appear to say an unjust thing of any woman at all,

or an unkind one of me. "

It was no effort to Catherine to believe that Henry Tilney

could never be wrong. His manner might sometimes surprise,

but his meaning must always be just: and what she did

not understand, she was almost as ready to admire,

as what she did. The whole walk was delightful, and though

it ended too soon, its conclusion was delightful too;

her friends attended her into the house, and Miss Tilney,

before they parted, addressing herself with respectful form,

as much to Mrs. Allen as to Catherine, petitioned for

the pleasure of her company to dinner on the day after

the next. No difficulty was made on Mrs. Allen`s side,

and the only difficulty on Catherine`s was in concealing

the excess of her pleasure.

The morning had passed away so charmingly as to banish

all her friendship and natural affection, for no thought

of Isabella or James had crossed her during their walk.

When the Tilneys were gone, she became amiable again,

but she was amiable for some time to little effect;

Mrs. Allen had no intelligence to give that could relieve

her anxiety; she had heard nothing of any of them.

Towards the end of the morning, however, Catherine,

having occasion for some indispensable yard of ribbon

which must be bought without a moment`s delay, walked out

into the town, and in Bond Street overtook the second

Miss Thorpe as she was loitering towards Edgar`s

Buildings between two of the sweetest girls in the world,

who had been her dear friends all the morning. From her,

she soon learned that the party to Clifton had taken place.

" They set off at eight this morning, " said Miss Anne,

" and I am sure I do not envy them their drive. I think

you and I are very well off to be out of the scrape.

it must be the dullest thing in the world, for there is not

a soul at Clifton at this time of year. Belle went with

your brother, and John drove Maria. "

Catherine spoke the pleasure she really felt

on hearing this part of the arrangement.

" Oh! yes, " rejoined the other, " Maria is gone.

She was quite wild to go. She thought it would be

something very fine. I cannot say I admire her taste;

and for my part, I was determined from the first not to go,

if they pressed me ever so much. "

Catherine, a little doubtful of this, could not

help answering, " I wish you could have gone too.

It is a pity you could not all go. "

" Thank you; but it is quite a matter of indifference

to me. Indeed, I would not have gone on any account.

I was saying so to Emily and Sophia when you overtook us.

Catherine was still unconvinced; but glad that Anne

should have the friendship of an Emily and a Sophia to

console her, she bade her adieu without much uneasiness,

and returned home, pleased that the party had not been

prevented by her refusing to join it, and very heartily

wishing that it might be too pleasant to allow either

James or Isabella to resent her resistance any longer.

CHAPTER 15

Early the next day, a note from Isabella,

speaking peace and tenderness in every line, and entreating

the immediate presence of her friend on a matter of the

utmost importance, hastened Catherine, in the happiest

state of confidence and curiosity, to Edgar`s Buildings.

The two youngest Miss Thorpes were by themselves in

the parlour; and, on Anne`s quitting it to call her sister,

Catherine took the opportunity of asking the other

for some particulars of their yesterday`s party.

Maria desired no greater pleasure than to speak of it;

and Catherine immediately learnt that it had been altogether

the most delightful scheme in the world, that nobody

could imagine how charming it had been, and that it

had been more delightful than anybody could conceive.

Such was the information of the first five minutes;

the second unfolded thus much in detail--that they had driven

directly to the York Hotel, ate some soup, and bespoke

an early dinner, walked down to the pump-room, tasted

the water, and laid out some shillings in purses and spars;

thence adjoined to eat ice at a pastry-cook`s, and hurrying

back to the hotel, swallowed their dinner in haste,

to prevent being in the dark; and then had a delightful

drive back, only the moon was not up, and it rained a little,

and Mr. Morland`s horse was so tired he could hardly get it along.

Catherine listened with heartfelt satisfaction.

It appeared that Blaize Castle had never been thought of;

and, as for all the rest, there was nothing to regret

for half an instant. Maria`s intelligence concluded

with a tender effusion of pity for her sister Anne,

whom she represented as insupportably cross, from being

excluded the party.

" She will never forgive me, I am sure; but, you know,

how could I help it? John would have me go, for he vowed he

would not drive her, because she had such thick ankles.

I dare say she will not be in good humour again this month;

but I am determined I will not be cross; it is not a little

matter that puts me out of temper. "

Isabella now entered the room with so eager a step,

and a look of such happy importance, as engaged all her

friend`s notice. Maria was without ceremony sent away,

and Isabella, embracing Catherine, thus began: " Yes,

my dear Catherine, it is so indeed; your penetration has

not deceived you. Oh! That arch eye of yours! It sees

through everything. "

Catherine replied only by a look of wondering ignorance.

" Nay, my beloved, sweetest friend, " continued the other,

" compose yourself. I am amazingly agitated, as you perceive.

Let us sit down and talk in comfort. Well, and so you

guessed it the moment you had my note? Sly creature!

Oh! My dear Catherine, you alone, who know my heart,

can judge of my present happiness. Your brother is the most

charming of men. I only wish I were more worthy of him.

But what will your excellent father and mother say? Oh!

Heavens! When I think of them I am so agitated! "

Catherine`s understanding began to awake: an idea

of the truth suddenly darted into her mind; and, with the

natural blush of so new an emotion, she cried out,

" Good heaven! My dear Isabella, what do you mean? Can

you--can you really be in love with James? "

This bold surmise, however, she soon learnt

comprehended but half the fact. The anxious affection,

which she was accused of having continually watched

in Isabella`s every look and action, had, in the course

of their yesterday`s party, received the delightful

confession of an equal love. Her heart and faith were

alike engaged to James. Never had Catherine listened

to anything so full of interest, wonder, and joy.

Her brother and her friend engaged! New to such circumstances,

the importance of it appeared unspeakably great, and she

contemplated it as one of those grand events, of which

the ordinary course of life can hardly afford a return.

The strength of her feelings she could not express;

the nature of them, however, contented her friend.

The happiness of having such a sister was their first effusion,

and the fair ladies mingled in embraces and tears of joy.

Delighting, however, as Catherine sincerely did

in the prospect of the connection, it must be acknowledged

that Isabella far surpassed her in tender anticipations.

" You will be so infinitely dearer to me, my Catherine,

than either Anne or Maria: I feel that I shall be so much

more attached to my dear Morland`s family than to my own. "

This was a pitch of friendship beyond Catherine.

" You are so like your dear brother, " continued Isabella,

" that I quite doted on you the first moment I saw you.

But so it always is with me; the first moment

settles everything. The very first day that Morland came

to us last Christmas--the very first moment I beheld

him--my heart was irrecoverably gone. I remember I wore

my yellow gown, with my hair done up in braids; and when I

came into the drawing-room, and John introduced him,

I thought I never saw anybody so handsome before. "

Here Catherine secretly acknowledged the power

of love; for, though exceedingly fond of her brother,

and partial to all his endowments, she had never in her

life thought him handsome.

" I remember too, Miss Andrews drank tea with us

that evening, and wore her puce-coloured sarsenet;

and she looked so heavenly that I thought your brother

must certainly fall in love with her; I could not sleep

a wink all right for thinking of it. Oh! Catherine,

the many sleepless nights I have had on your brother`s

account! I would not have you suffer half what I have done!

I am grown wretchedly thin, I know; but I will not pain

you by describing my anxiety; you have seen enough of it.

I feel that I have betrayed myself perpetually--so unguarded

in speaking of my partiality for the church! But my secret

I was always sure would be safe with you. "

Catherine felt that nothing could have been safer;

but ashamed of an ignorance little expected, she dared

no longer contest the point, nor refuse to have been

as full of arch penetration and affectionate sympathy

as Isabella chose to consider her. Her brother, she found,

was preparing to set off with all speed to Fullerton,

to make known his situation and ask consent; and here was

a source of some real agitation to the mind of Isabella.

Catherine endeavoured to persuade her, as she was

herself persuaded, that her father and mother would

never oppose their son`s wishes. " It is impossible, "

said she, " for parents to be more kind, or more desirous

of their children`s happiness; I have no doubt of their

consenting immediately. "

" Morland says exactly the same, " replied Isabella;

" and yet I dare not expect it; my fortune will be so small;

they never can consent to it. Your brother, who might

marry anybody! "

Here Catherine again discerned the force of love.

" Indeed, Isabella, you are too humble. The difference

of fortune can be nothing to signify. "

" Oh! My sweet Catherine, in your generous heart I

know it would signify nothing; but we must not expect

such disinterestedness in many. As for myself, I am sure

I only wish our situations were reversed. Had I the

command of millions, were I mistress of the whole world,

your brother would be my only choice. "

This charming sentiment, recommended as much by sense

as novelty, gave Catherine a most pleasing remembrance of all

the heroines of her acquaintance; and she thought her friend

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