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own money. " Catherine was hurt by these insinuations.

" I am very sure, " said she, " that my father has promised

to do as much as he can afford. "

Isabella recollected herself. " As to that,

my sweet Catherine, there cannot be a doubt, and you know

me well enough to be sure that a much smaller income would

satisfy me. It is not the want of more money that makes

me just at present a little out of spirits; I hate money;

and if our union could take place now upon only fifty

pounds a year, I should not have a wish unsatisfied.

Ah! my Catherine, you have found me out. There`s the sting.

The long, long, endless two years and half that are to pass

before your brother can hold the living. "

" Yes, yes, my darling Isabella, " said Mrs. Thorpe,

" we perfectly see into your heart. You have no disguise.

We perfectly understand the present vexation; and everybody

must love you the better for such a noble honest affection. "

Catherine`s uncomfortable feelings began to lessen.

She endeavoured to believe that the delay of the marriage

was the only source of Isabella`s regret; and when she

saw her at their next interview as cheerful and amiable

as ever, endeavoured to forget that she had for a minute

thought otherwise. James soon followed his letter,

and was received with the most gratifying kindness.

CHAPTER 17

The Allens had now entered on the sixth week of their

stay in Bath; and whether it should be the last was for

some time a question, to which Catherine listened with a

beating heart. To have her acquaintance with the Tilneys

end so soon was an evil which nothing could counterbalance.

Her whole happiness seemed at stake, while the affair was

in suspense, and everything secured when it was determined

that the lodgings should be taken for another fortnight.

What this additional fortnight was to produce to her

beyond the pleasure of sometimes seeing Henry Tilney

made but a small part of Catherine`s speculation.

Once or twice indeed, since James`s engagement had taught

her what could be done, she had got so far as to indulge

in a secret " perhaps, " but in general the felicity of being

with him for the present bounded her views: the present

was now comprised in another three weeks, and her happiness

being certain for that period, the rest of her life was

at such a distance as to excite but little interest.

In the course of the morning which saw this business arranged,

she visited Miss Tilney, and poured forth her joyful feelings.

It was doomed to be a day of trial. No sooner had she

expressed her delight in Mr. Allen`s lengthened stay

than Miss Tilney told her of her father`s having just

determined upon quitting Bath by the end of another week.

Here was a blow! The past suspense of the morning had

been ease and quiet to the present disappointment.

Catherine`s countenance fell, and in a voice of most

sincere concern she echoed Miss Tilney`s concluding words,

" By the end of another week! "

" Yes, my father can seldom be prevailed on to give the

waters what I think a fair trial. He has been disappointed

of some friends` arrival whom he expected to meet here,

and as he is now pretty well, is in a hurry to get home. "

" I am very sorry for it, " said Catherine dejectedly;

" if I had known this before--"

" Perhaps, " said Miss Tilney in an embarrassed manner,

" you would be so good--it would make me very happy if--"

The entrance of her father put a stop to the civility,

which Catherine was beginning to hope might introduce

a desire of their corresponding. After addressing her

with his usual politeness, he turned to his daughter

and said, " Well, Eleanor, may I congratulate you on being

successful in your application to your fair friend? "

" I was just beginning to make the request, sir, as you

came in. "

" Well, proceed by all means. I know how much

your heart is in it. My daughter, Miss Morland, "

he continued, without leaving his daughter time to speak,

" has been forming a very bold wish. We leave Bath,

as she has perhaps told you, on Saturday se`nnight. A

letter from my steward tells me that my presence is wanted

at home; and being disappointed in my hope of seeing

the Marquis of Longtown and General Courteney here,

some of my very old friends, there is nothing to detain

me longer in Bath. And could we carry our selfish point

with you, we should leave it without a single regret.

Can you, in short, be prevailed on to quit this scene

of public triumph and oblige your friend Eleanor with your

company in Gloucestershire? I am almost ashamed to make

the request, though its presumption would certainly

appear greater to every creature in Bath than yourself.

Modesty such as yours--but not for the world would I pain

it by open praise. If you can be induced to honour us

with a visit, you will make us happy beyond expression.

`Tis true, we can offer you nothing like the gaieties

of this lively place; we can tempt you neither by amusement

nor splendour, for our mode of living, as you see,

is plain and unpretending; yet no endeavours shall

be wanting on our side to make Northanger Abbey not

wholly disagreeable. "

Northanger Abbey! These were thrilling words, and wound

up Catherine`s feelings to the highest point of ecstasy.

Her grateful and gratified heart could hardly restrain

its expressions within the language of tolerable calmness.

To receive so flattering an invitation! To have her company

so warmly solicited! Everything honourable and soothing,

every present enjoyment, and every future hope was contained

in it; and her acceptance, with only the saving clause

of Papa and Mamma`s approbation, was eagerly given.

" I will write home directly, " said she, and if they do

not object, as I dare say they will not--"

General Tilney was not less sanguine, having already

waited on her excellent friends in Pulteney Street,

and obtained their sanction of his wishes. " Since they

can consent to part with you, " said he, " we may expect

philosophy from all the world. "

Miss Tilney was earnest, though gentle, in her

secondary civilities, and the affair became in a few

minutes as nearly settled as this necessary reference

to Fullerton would allow.

The circumstances of the morning had led Catherine`s

feelings through the varieties of suspense, security,

and disappointment; but they were now safely lodged

in perfect bliss; and with spirits elated to rapture,

with Henry at her heart, and Northanger Abbey on her lips,

she hurried home to write her letter. Mr. and Mrs. Morland,

relying on the discretion of the friends to whom they

had already entrusted their daughter, felt no doubt

of the propriety of an acquaintance which had been formed

under their eye, and sent therefore by return of post

their ready consent to her visit in Gloucestershire.

This indulgence, though not more than Catherine had

hoped for, completed her conviction of being favoured

beyond every other human creature, in friends and fortune,

circumstance and chance. Everything seemed to cooperate

for her advantage. By the kindness of her first friends,

the Allens, she had been introduced into scenes where

pleasures of every kind had met her. Her feelings,

her preferences, had each known the happiness of a return.

Wherever she felt attachment, she had been able to

create it. The affection of Isabella was to be secured

to her in a sister. The Tilneys, they, by whom,

above all, she desired to be favourably thought of,

outstripped even her wishes in the flattering measures

by which their intimacy was to be continued. She was

to be their chosen visitor, she was to be for weeks

under the same roof with the person whose society

she mostly prized--and, in addition to all the rest,

this roof was to be the roof of an abbey! Her passion

for ancient edifices was next in degree to her passion

for Henry Tilney--and castles and abbeys made usually

the charm of those reveries which his image did not fill.

To see and explore either the ramparts and keep of the one,

or the cloisters of the other, had been for many weeks

a darling wish, though to be more than the visitor

of an hour had seemed too nearly impossible for desire.

And yet, this was to happen. With all the chances against

her of house, hall, place, park, court, and cottage,

Northanger turned up an abbey, and she was to be its inhabitant.

Its long, damp passages, its narrow cells and ruined chapel,

were to be within her daily reach, and she could not

entirely subdue the hope of some traditional legends,

some awful memorials of an injured and ill-fated nun.

It was wonderful that her friends should seem

so little elated by the possession of such a home,

that the consciousness of it should be so meekly borne.

The power of early habit only could account for it.

A distinction to which they had been born gave no pride.

Their superiority of abode was no more to them than their

superiority of person.

Many were the inquiries she was eager to make

of Miss Tilney; but so active were her thoughts,

that when these inquiries were answered, she was hardly

more assured than before, of Northanger Abbey having been

a richly endowed convent at the time of the Reformation,

of its having fallen into the hands of an ancestor of the

Tilneys on its dissolution, of a large portion of the ancient

building still making a part of the present dwelling although

the rest was decayed, or of its standing low in a valley,

sheltered from the north and east by rising woods of oak.

CHAPTER 18

With a mind thus full of happiness, Catherine was hardly

aware that two or three days had passed away, without her

seeing Isabella for more than a few minutes together.

She began first to be sensible of this, and to sigh

for her conversation, as she walked along the pump-room

one morning, by Mrs. Allen`s side, without anything to say

or to hear; and scarcely had she felt a five minutes`

longing of friendship, before the object of it appeared,

and inviting her to a secret conference, led the way

to a seat. " This is my favourite place, " said she as they

sat down on a bench between the doors, which commanded

a tolerable view of everybody entering at either;

" it is so out of the way. "

Catherine, observing that Isabella`s eyes were

continually bent towards one door or the other, as in

eager expectation, and remembering how often she had been

falsely accused of being arch, thought the present a fine

opportunity for being really so; and therefore gaily said,

" Do not be uneasy, Isabella, James will soon be here. "

" Psha! My dear creature, " she replied, " do not think

me such a simpleton as to be always wanting to confine him

to my elbow. It would be hideous to be always together;

we should be the jest of the place. And so you are

going to Northanger! I am amazingly glad of it. It is

one of the finest old places in England, I understand.

I shall depend upon a most particular description of it. "

" You shall certainly have the best in my power to give.

But who are you looking for? Are your sisters coming? "

" I am not looking for anybody. One`s eyes must

be somewhere, and you know what a foolish trick I have of

fixing mine, when my thoughts are an hundred miles off.

I am amazingly absent; I believe I am the most absent

creature in the world. Tilney says it is always the case

with minds of a certain stamp. "

" But I thought, Isabella, you had something

in particular to tell me? "

" Oh! Yes, and so I have. But here is a proof of

what I was saying. My poor head, I had quite forgot it.

Well, the thing is this: I have just had a letter from John;

you can guess the contents. "

" No, indeed, I cannot. "

" My sweet love, do not be so abominably affected.

What can he write about, but yourself? You know he is over

head and ears in love with you. "

" With me, dear Isabella! "

" Nay, my sweetest Catherine, this is being quite

absurd! Modesty, and all that, is very well in its way,

but really a little common honesty is sometimes quite

as becoming. I have no idea of being so overstrained!

It is fishing for compliments. His attentions were

such as a child must have noticed. And it was but half

an hour before he left Bath that you gave him the most

positive encouragement. He says so in this letter,

says that he as good as made you an offer, and that you

received his advances in the kindest way; and now he

wants me to urge his suit, and say all manner of pretty

things to you. So it is in vain to affect ignorance. "

Catherine, with all the earnestness of truth,

expressed her astonishment at such a charge, protesting

her innocence of every thought of Mr. Thorpe`s being

in love with her, and the consequent impossibility of

her having ever intended to encourage him. " As to any

attentions on his side, I do declare, upon my honour,

I never was sensible of them for a moment--except just

his asking me to dance the first day of his coming.

And as to making me an offer, or anything like it,

there must be some unaccountable, mistake. I could not

have misunderstood a thing of that kind, you know! And,

as I ever wish to be believed, I solemnly protest that

no syllable of such a nature ever passed between us.

The last half hour before he went away! It must be all

and completely a mistake--for I did not see him once

that whole morning. "

" But that you certainly did, for you spent the whole

morning in Edgar`s Buildings--it was the day your father`s

consent came--and I am pretty sure that you and John were

alone in the parlour some time before you left the house. "

" Are you? Well, if you say it, it was so, I dare

say--but for the life of me, I cannot recollect it.

I do remember now being with you, and seeing him as

well as the rest--but that we were ever alone for five

minutes-- However, it is not worth arguing about,

for whatever might pass on his side, you must be convinced,

by my having no recollection of it, that I never thought,

nor expected, nor wished for anything of the kind from him.

I am excessively concerned that he should have any regard

for me--but indeed it has been quite unintentional

on my side; I never had the smallest idea of it.

Pray undeceive him as soon as you can, and tell him I beg

his pardon--that is--I do not know what I ought to say--but

make him understand what I mean, in the properest way.

I would not speak disrespectfully of a brother of yours,

Isabella, I am sure; but you know very well that if I could

think of one man more than another--he is not the person. "

Isabella was silent. " My dear friend, you must not be

angry with me. I cannot suppose your brother cares

so very much about me. And, you know, we shall still

be sisters. "

" Yes, yes" (with a blush), " there are more ways

than one of our being sisters. But where am I wandering

to? Well, my dear Catherine, the case seems to be

that you are determined against poor John--is not it so? "

" I certainly cannot return his affection, and as

certainly never meant to encourage it. "

" Since that is the case, I am sure I shall not

tease you any further. John desired me to speak to you

on the subject, and therefore I have. But I confess,

as soon as I read his letter, I thought it a very foolish,

imprudent business, and not likely to promote the good

of either; for what were you to live upon, supposing you

came together? You have both of you something, to be sure,

but it is not a trifle that will support a family nowadays;

and after all that romancers may say, there is no doing

without money. I only wonder John could think of it;

he could not have received my last. "

" You do acquit me, then, of anything wrong? --You

are convinced that I never meant to deceive your brother,

never suspected him of liking me till this moment? "

" Oh! As to that, " answered Isabella laughingly,

" I do not pretend to determine what your thoughts and

designs in time past may have been. All that is best known

to yourself. A little harmless flirtation or so will occur,

and one is often drawn on to give more encouragement than

one wishes to stand by. But you may be assured that I

am the last person in the world to judge you severely.

All those things should be allowed for in youth and

high spirits. What one means one day, you know, one may

not mean the next. Circumstances change, opinions alter. "

" But my opinion of your brother never did alter;

it was always the same. You are describing what never happened. "

" My dearest Catherine, " continued the other without

at all listening to her, " I would not for all the world

be the means of hurrying you into an engagement before you

knew what you were about. I do not think anything would

justify me in wishing you to sacrifice all your happiness

merely to oblige my brother, because he is my brother,

and who perhaps after all, you know, might be just as happy

without you, for people seldom know what they would be at,

young men especially, they are so amazingly changeable

and inconstant. What I say is, why should a brother`s

happiness be dearer to me than a friend`s? You know I

carry my notions of friendship pretty high. But, above

all things, my dear Catherine, do not be in a hurry.

Take my word for it, that if you are in too great a hurry,

you will certainly live to repent it. Tilney says there

is nothing people are so often deceived in as the state

of their own affections, and I believe he is very right.

Ah! Here he comes; never mind, he will not see us,

I am sure. "

Catherine, looking up, perceived Captain Tilney;

and Isabella, earnestly fixing her eye on him as she spoke,

soon caught his notice. He approached immediately,

and took the seat to which her movements invited him.

His first address made Catherine start. Though spoken low,

she could distinguish, " What! Always to be watched, in person

or by proxy! "

" Psha, nonsense! " was Isabella`s answer in the

same half whisper. " Why do you put such things into

my head? If I could believe it--my spirit, you know,

is pretty independent. "

" I wish your heart were independent. That would

be enough for me. "

" My heart, indeed! What can you have to do with

hearts? You men have none of you any hearts. "

" If we have not hearts, we have eyes; and they give

us torment enough. "

" Do they? I am sorry for it; I am sorry they find

anything so disagreeable in me. I will look another way.

I hope this pleases you" (turning her back on him);

" I hope your eyes are not tormented now. "

" Never more so; for the edge of a blooming cheek

is still in view--at once too much and too little. "

Catherine heard all this, and quite out of countenance,

could listen no longer. Amazed that Isabella could endure it,

and jealous for her brother, she rose up, and saying she

should join Mrs. Allen, proposed their walking. But for this

Isabella showed no inclination. She was so amazingly tired,

and it was so odious to parade about the pump-room;

and if she moved from her seat she should miss her sisters;

she was expecting her sisters every moment; so that her dearest

Catherine must excuse her, and must sit quietly down again.

But Catherine could be stubborn too; and Mrs. Allen just

then coming up to propose their returning home, she joined

her and walked out of the pump-room, leaving Isabella

still sitting with Captain Tilney. With much uneasiness

did she thus leave them. It seemed to her that Captain

Tilney was falling in love with Isabella, and Isabella

unconsciously encouraging him; unconsciously it must be,

for Isabella`s attachment to James was as certain and

well acknowledged as her engagement. To doubt her truth

or good intentions was impossible; and yet, during the

whole of their conversation her manner had been odd.

She wished Isabella had talked more like her usual self,

and not so much about money, and had not looked so well

pleased at the sight of Captain Tilney. How strange

that she should not perceive his admiration! Catherine

longed to give her a hint of it, to put her on her guard,

and prevent all the pain which her too lively behaviour

might otherwise create both for him and her brother.

The compliment of John Thorpe`s affection did not make

amends for this thoughtlessness in his sister. She was almost

as far from believing as from wishing it to be sincere;

for she had not forgotten that he could mistake, and his

assertion of the offer and of her encouragement convinced

her that his mistakes could sometimes be very egregious.

In vanity, therefore, she gained but little; her chief

profit was in wonder. That he should think it worth

his while to fancy himself in love with her was a matter

of lively astonishment. Isabella talked of his attentions;

she had never been sensible of any; but Isabella had said

many things which she hoped had been spoken in haste,

and would never be said again; and upon this she was glad

to rest altogether for present ease and comfort.

CHAPTER 19

A few days passed away, and Catherine, though not

allowing herself to suspect her friend, could not help

watching her closely. The result of her observations

was not agreeable. Isabella seemed an altered creature.

When she saw her, indeed, surrounded only by their

immediate friends in Edgar`s Buildings or Pulteney Street,

her change of manners was so trifling that, had it

gone no farther, it might have passed unnoticed.

A something of languid indifference, or of that boasted

absence of mind which Catherine had never heard of before,

would occasionally come across her; but had nothing

worse appeared, that might only have spread a new grace

and inspired a warmer interest. But when Catherine saw

her in public, admitting Captain Tilney`s attentions

as readily as they were offered, and allowing him almost

an equal share with James in her notice and smiles,

the alteration became too positive to be passed over.

What could be meant by such unsteady conduct, what her

friend could be at, was beyond her comprehension.

Isabella could not be aware of the pain she was inflicting;

but it was a degree of wilful thoughtlessness which

Catherine could not but resent. James was the sufferer.

She saw him grave and uneasy; and however careless

of his present comfort the woman might be who had

given him her heart, to her it was always an object.

For poor Captain Tilney too she was greatly concerned.

Though his looks did not please her, his name was a passport

to her goodwill, and she thought with sincere compassion

of his approaching disappointment; for, in spite of what

she had believed herself to overbear in the pump-room,

his behaviour was so incompatible with a knowledge of

Isabella`s engagement that she could not, upon reflection,

imagine him aware of it. He might be jealous of her

brother as a rival, but if more bad seemed implied,

the fault must have been in her misapprehension.

She wished, by a gentle remonstrance, to remind Isabella of

her situation, and make her aware of this double unkindness;

but for remonstrance, either opportunity or comprehension

was always against her. If able to suggest a hint,

Isabella could never understand it. In this distress,

the intended departure of the Tilney family became her

chief consolation; their journey into Gloucestershire

was to take place within a few days, and Captain Tilney`s

removal would at least restore peace to every heart but

his own. But Captain Tilney had at present no intention

of removing; he was not to be of the party to Northanger;

he was to continue at Bath. When Catherine knew this,

her resolution was directly made. She spoke to Henry Tilney

on the subject, regretting his brother`s evident partiality

for Miss Thorpe, and entreating him to make known her

prior engagement.

" My brother does know it, " was Henry`s answer.

" Does he? Then why does he stay here? "

He made no reply, and was beginning to talk

of something else; but she eagerly continued, " Why do

not you persuade him to go away? The longer he stays,

the worse it will be for him at last. Pray advise

him for his own sake, and for everybody`s sake,

to leave Bath directly. Absence will in time make

him comfortable again; but he can have no hope here,

and it is only staying to be miserable. " Henry smiled

and said, " I am sure my brother would not wish to do that. "

" Then you will persuade him to go away? "

" Persuasion is not at command; but pardon me, if I

cannot even endeavour to persuade him. I have myself

told him that Miss Thorpe is engaged. He knows what he

is about, and must be his own master. "

" No, he does not know what he is about, " cried Catherine;

" he does not know the pain he is giving my brother.

Not that James has ever told me so, but I am sure he is

very uncomfortable. "

" And are you sure it is my brother`s doing? "

" Yes, very sure. "

" Is it my brother`s attentions to Miss Thorpe,

or Miss Thorpe`s admission of them, that gives the pain? "

" Is not it the same thing? "

" I think Mr. Morland would acknowledge a difference.

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