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the next day afforded no opportunity for the proposed examination of the mysterious apartments. it was sunday, and the whole time between morning and afternoon service was required by the general in exercise abroad or eating cold meat at home; and great as was catherine's curiosity, her courage was not equal to a wish of exploring them after dinner, either by the fading light of the sky between six and seven o'clock, or by the yet more partial though stronger illumination of a ² lamp. the day was unmarked therefore by anything to interest her imagination beyond the sight of a very elegant monument to the memory of mrs. tilney, which immediately fronted the family pew. by that her eye was instantly caught and long retained; and the ³ of the highly strained epitaph, in which every ⁴ was ascribed to her by the inconsolable husband, who must have been in some way or other her destroyer, ⁵ her even to tears.

 

that the general, having ⁶ such a monument, should be able to face it, was not perhaps very strange, and yet that he could sit so boldly collected within its view, maintain so elevated an air, look so fearlessly around, ⁷, that he should even enter the church, seemed wonderful to catherine. not, however, that many instances of beings equally hardened in ⁸ might not be produced. she could remember dozens who had ⁹ in every possible ¹, going on from crime to crime, murdering whomsoever they chose, without any feeling of humanity or ¹⁰; till a violent death or a religious ¹¹ closed their black career. the erection of the monument itself could not in the smallest degree affect her doubts of mrs. tilney's actual decease. were she even to ¹² into the family ¹³ where her ashes were supposed to ¹⁴, were she to ¹⁵ the ¹⁶ in which they were said to be enclosed—what could it avail in such a case? catherine had read too much not to be ¹⁷ aware of the ease with which a waxen figure might be introduced, and a supposititious funeral carried on.

 

the succeeding morning promised something better. the general's early walk, ill-timed as it was in every other view, was ¹⁸ here; and when she knew him to be out of the house, she directly proposed to miss tilney the ¹⁹ of her promise. eleanor was ready to oblige her; and catherine reminding her as they went of another promise, their first visit in consequence was to the portrait in her bed-²⁰. it represented a very lovely woman, with a mild and ^{21 22}, ²³, so far, the expectations of its new observer; but they were not in every respect answered, for catherine had depended upon meeting with features, hair, ²⁴, that should be the very counterpart, the very image, if not of henry's, of eleanor's—the only portraits of which she had been in the habit of thinking, bearing always an equal resemblance of mother and child. a face once taken was taken for generations. but here she was obliged to look and consider and study for a ²⁵. she ²⁶ it, however, in spite of this drawback, with much emotion, and, but for a yet stronger interest, would have left it ²⁷.

 

her ²⁸ as they entered the great gallery was too much for any endeavour at ²⁹; she could only look at her companion. eleanor's countenance was dejected, yet ³⁰; and its composure ³¹ her ³² to all the gloomy objects to which they were advancing. again she passed through the folding doors, again her hand was upon the important lock, and catherine, hardly able to breathe, was turning to close the former with fearful caution, when the figure, the ³⁴ figure of the general himself at the further end of the gallery, stood before her! the name of "eleanor" at the same moment, in his loudest tone, ³⁵ through the building, giving to his daughter the first intimation of his presence, and to catherine terror upon terror. an attempt at ³⁶ had been her first ³⁷ movement on perceiving him, yet she could scarcely hope to have escaped his eye; and when her friend, who with an apologizing look ³⁸ hastily by her, had joined and disappeared with him, she ran for safety to her own room, and, locking herself in, believed that she should never have courage to go down again. she remained there at least an hour, in the greatest agitation, deeply ³⁹ the state of her poor friend, and expecting a summons herself from the angry general to attend him in his own apartment. no summons, however, arrived; and at last, on seeing a carriage drive up to the abbey, she was ⁴⁰ to descend and meet him under the protection of visitors. the breakfast-room was gay with company; and she was named to them by the general as the friend of his daughter, in a ⁴¹ style, which so well ⁴² his resentful ire, as to make her feel secure at least of life for the present. and eleanor, with a command of countenance which did honour to her concern for his character, taking an early occasion of saying to her, "my father only wanted me to answer a note," she began to hope that she had either been unseen by the general, or that from some consideration of policy she should be allowed to suppose herself so. upon this trust she dared still to remain in his presence, after the company left them, and nothing occurred to disturb it.

 

in the course of this morning's reflections, she came to a resolution of making her next attempt on the forbidden door alone. it would be much better in every respect that eleanor should know nothing of the matter. to involve her in the danger of a second detection, to court her into an apartment which must ⁴³ her heart, could not be the office of a friend. the general's utmost anger could not be to herself what it might be to a daughter; and, besides, she thought the examination itself would be more satisfactory if made without any companion. it would be impossible to explain to eleanor the suspicions, from which the other had, in all likelihood, been hitherto happily ⁴⁴; nor could she therefore, in her presence, search for those proofs of the general's cruelty, which however they might yet have escaped discovery, she felt confident of somewhere drawing ⁴⁵, in the shape of some fragmented journal, continued to the last ⁴⁶. of the way to the apartment she was now perfectly mistress; and as she wished to get it over before henry's return, who was expected on the morrow, there was no time to be lost. the day was bright, her courage high; at four o'clock, the sun was now two hours above the horizon, and it would be only her retiring to dress half an hour earlier than usual.

 

it was done; and catherine found herself alone in the gallery before the clocks had ceased to strike. it was no time for thought; she hurried on, slipped with the least possible noise through the folding doors, and without stopping to look or breathe, rushed forward to the one in question. the lock yielded to her hand, and, luckily, with no ⁴⁷ sound that could alarm a human being. on tiptoe she entered; the room was before her; but it was some minutes before she could advance another step. she ⁴⁸ what ⁴⁹ her to the spot and ⁵⁰ every feature. she saw a large, well-proportioned apartment, an handsome dimity bed, arranged as unoccupied with an housemaid's care, a bright bath stove, mahogany wardrobes, and ⁵¹ painted chairs, on which the warm beams of a western sun ⁵² poured through two sash windows! catherine had expected to have her feelings worked, and worked they were. ⁵³ and doubt first seized them; and a shortly succeeding ray of common sense added some bitter emotions of shame. she could not be mistaken as to the room; but how grossly mistaken in everything else!—in miss tilney's meaning, in her own calculation! this apartment, to which she had given a date so ancient, a position so awful, proved to be one end of what the general's father had built. there were two other doors in the chamber, leading probably into dressing-closets; but she had no ⁵⁴ to open either. would the veil in which mrs. tilney had last walked, or the volume in which she had last read, remain to tell what nothing else was allowed to whisper? no: whatever might have been the general's crimes, he had certainly too much wit to let them sue for detection. she was sick of exploring, and desired but to be safe in her own room, with her own heart only ⁵⁵ to its ⁵⁶; and she was on the point of retreating as softly as she had entered, when the sound of footsteps, she could hardly tell where, made her pause and tremble. to be found there, even by a servant, would be unpleasant; but by the general (and he seemed always at hand when least wanted), much worse! she listened—the sound had ceased; and resolving not to lose a moment, she passed through and closed the door. at that instant a door ⁵⁷ was hastily opened; someone seemed with swift steps to ⁵⁸ the stairs, by the head of which she had yet to pass before she could gain the gallery. she had no power to move. with a feeling of terror not very definable, she fixed her eyes on the staircase, and in a few moments it gave henry to her view. "mr. tilney!" she exclaimed in a voice of more than common astonishment. he looked astonished too. "good god!" she continued, not attending to his address. "how came you here? how came you up that staircase?"

 

"how came i up that staircase!" he replied, greatly surprised. "because it is my nearest way from the stable-yard to my own chamber; and why should i not come up it?"

 

catherine ⁵⁹ herself, blushed deeply, and could say no more. he seemed to be looking in her countenance for that explanation which her lips did not afford. she moved on towards the gallery. "and may i not, in my turn," said he, as he pushed back the folding doors, "ask how you came here? this passage is at least as extraordinary a road from the breakfast-parlour to your apartment, as that staircase can be from the stables to mine."

 

"i have been," said catherine, looking down, "to see your mother's room."

 

"my mother's room! is there anything extraordinary to be seen there?"

 

"no, nothing at all. i thought you did not mean to come back till tomorrow."

 

"i did not expect to be able to return sooner, when i went away; but three hours ago i had the pleasure of finding nothing to detain me. you look pale. i am afraid i alarmed you by running so fast up those stairs. perhaps you did not know—you were not aware of their leading from the offices in common use?"

 

"no, i was not. you have had a very fine day for your ride."

 

"very; and does eleanor leave you to find your way into all the rooms in the house by yourself?"

 

"oh! no; she showed me over the greatest part on saturday—and we were coming here to these rooms—but only"—dropping her voice—"your father was with us."

 

"and that prevented you," said henry, earnestly regarding her. "have you looked into all the rooms in that passage?"

 

"no, i only wanted to see—is not it very late? i must go and dress."

 

"it is only a quarter past four" showing his watch—"and you are not now in bath. no theatre, no rooms to prepare for. half an hour at northanger must be enough."

 

she could not contradict it, and therefore suffered herself to be detained, though her ³³ of further questions made her, for the first time in their acquaintance, wish to leave him. they walked slowly up the gallery. "have you had any letter from bath since i saw you?"

 

"no, and i am very much surprised. isabella promised so faithfully to write directly."

 

"promised so faithfully! a faithful promise! that puzzles me. i have heard of a faithful performance. but a faithful promise—the ⁶¹ of ⁶²! it is a power little worth knowing, however, since it can deceive and pain you. my mother's room is very ⁶³, is it not? large and cheerful-looking, and the dressing-closets so well disposed! it always strikes me as the most comfortable apartment in the house, and i rather wonder that eleanor should not take it for her own. she sent you to look at it, i suppose?"

 

"no."

 

"it has been your own doing ⁶⁴?" catherine said nothing. after a short silence, during which he had closely observed her, he added, "as there is nothing in the room in itself to raise curiosity, this must have proceeded from a sentiment of respect for my mother's character, as described by eleanor, which does honour to her memory. the world, i believe, never saw a better woman. but it is not often that virtue can boast an interest such as this. the domestic, unpretending merits of a person never known do not often create that kind of ⁶⁵, ⁶⁶ tenderness which would prompt a visit like yours. eleanor, i suppose, has talked of her a great deal?"

 

"yes, a great deal. that is—no, not much, but what she did say was very interesting. her dying so suddenly" (slowly, and with ⁶⁷ it was spoken), "and you—none of you being at home—and your father, i thought—perhaps had not been very fond of her."

 

"and from these circumstances," he replied (his quick eye fixed on hers), "you infer perhaps the probability of some negligence—some"—(involuntarily she shook her head)—"or it may be—of something still less pardonable." she raised her eyes towards him more ⁶⁰ than she had ever done before. "my mother's illness," he continued, "the ⁶⁸ which ended in her death, was sudden. the ⁶⁹ itself, one from which she had often suffered, a ⁷⁰ fever—its cause therefore constitutional. on the third day, in short, as soon as she could be prevailed on, a physician attended her, a very respectable man, and one in whom she had always placed great confidence. upon his opinion of her danger, two others were called in the next day, and remained in almost constant attendance for four and twenty hours. on the fifth day she died. during the progress of her ⁷¹, frederick and i (we were both at home) saw her repeatedly; and from our own observation can bear witness to her having received every possible attention which could spring from the affection of those about her, or which her situation in life could command. poor eleanor was absent, and at such a distance as to return only to see her mother in her coffin."

 

"but your father," said catherine, "was he ⁷²?"

 

"for a time, greatly so. you have ⁷³ in supposing him not attached to her. he loved her, i am persuaded, as well as it was possible for him to—we have not all, you know, the same tenderness of disposition—and i will not pretend to say that while she lived, she might not often have had much to bear, but though his temper injured her, his ⁷⁴ never did. his value of her was sincere; and, if not ⁷⁵, he was truly afflicted by her death."

 

"i am very glad of it," said catherine; "it would have been very shocking!"

 

"if i understand you rightly, you had formed a ⁷⁶ of such horror as i have hardly words to—dear miss morland, consider the dreadful nature of the suspicions you have entertained. what have you been judging from? remember the country and the age in which we live. remember that we are english, that we are ⁷⁷. consult your own understanding, your own sense of the probable, your own observation of what is passing around you. does our education prepare us for such ⁷⁸? do our laws ⁷⁹ at them? could they be perpetrated without being known, in a country like this, where social and literary ⁸⁰ is on such a footing, where every man is surrounded by a neighbourhood of voluntary spies, and where roads and newspapers lay everything open? dearest miss morland, what ideas have you been admitting?"

 

they had reached the end of the gallery, and with tears of shame she ran off to her own room.

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