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"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."
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