Northanger Abbey

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‘Do I?’

‘Do you not?’

‘I do not believe there is much difference.’

‘Here you are in pursuit only of amusement all day long.’

‘And so I am at home – only I do not find so much of it. I walk about here, and so I do there; but here I see a variety of people in every street, and there I can only go and call on Mrs Allen.’

Mr Tilney was very much amused.

‘Only go and call on Mrs Allen!’ he repeated. ‘What a picture of intellectual poverty! However, when you sink into this abyss again, you will have more to say. You will be able to talk of Bath, and of all that you did here.’

‘Oh! Yes. I shall never be in want of something to talk of again to Mrs Allen, or anybody else. I really believe I shall always be talking of Bath, when I am at home again – I do like it so very much. If I could but have Papa and Mamma, and the rest of them here, I suppose I should be too happy! James’s coming (my eldest brother) is quite delightful – and especially as it turns out that the very family we are just got so intimate with are his intimate friends already. Oh! Who can ever be tired of Bath?’

‘Not those who bring such fresh feelings of every sort to it as you do. But papas and mammas, and brothers, and intimate friends are a good deal gone by, to most of the frequenters of Bath – and the honest relish of balls and plays, and everyday sights, is past with them.’

Here their conversation closed, the demands of the dance becoming now too importunate for a divided attention.

Soon after their reaching the bottom of the set, Catherine perceived herself to be earnestly regarded by a gentleman who stood among the lookers-on, immediately behind her partner. He was a very handsome man, of a commanding aspect, past the bloom, but not past the vigour of life; and with his eye still directed towards her, she saw him presently address Mr Tilney in a familiar whisper. Confused by his notice, and blushing from the fear of its being excited by something wrong in her appearance, she turned away her head. But while she did so, the gentleman retreated, and her partner, coming nearer, said, ‘I see that you guess what I have just been asked. That gentleman knows your name, and you have a right to know his. It is General Tilney, my father.’

Catherine’s answer was only ‘Oh!’ – but it was an ‘Oh!’ expressing everything needful: attention to his words, and perfect reliance on their truth. With real interest and strong admiration did her eye now follow the general, as he moved through the crowd, and ‘How handsome a family they are!’ was her secret remark.

In chatting with Miss Tilney before the evening concluded, a new source of felicity arose to her. She had never taken a country walk since her arrival in Bath. Miss Tilney, to whom all the commonly frequented environs were familiar, spoke of them in terms which made her all eagerness to know them too; and on her openly fearing that she might find nobody to go with her, it was proposed by the brother and sister that they should join in a walk, some morning or other. ‘I shall like it,’ she cried, ‘beyond anything in the world; and do not let us put it off – let us go tomorrow.’ This was readily agreed to, with only a proviso of Miss Tilney’s, that it did not rain, which Catherine was sure it would not. At twelve o’clock, they were to call for her in Pulteney Street; and ‘Remember – twelve o’clock,’ was her parting speech to her new friend. Of her other, her older, her more established friend, Isabella, of whose fidelity and worth she had enjoyed a fortnight’s experience, she scarcely saw anything during the evening. Yet, though longing to make her acquainted with her happiness, she cheerfully submitted to the wish of Mr Allen, which took them rather early away, and her spirits danced within her, as she danced in her chair all the way home.

CHAPTER 11 (#ulink_fb0b7d78-3c13-543d-a35e-ebe80be1b857)

The morrow brought a very sober-looking morning, the sun making only a few efforts to appear, and Catherine augured from it everything most favourable to her wishes. A bright morning so early in the year, she allowed, would generally turn to rain, but a cloudy one foretold improvement as the day advanced. She applied to Mr Allen for confirmation of her hopes, but Mr Allen, not having his own skies and barometer about him, declined giving any absolute promise of sunshine. She applied to Mrs Allen, and Mrs Allen’s opinion was more positive. ‘She had no doubt in the world of its being a very fine day, if the clouds would only go off, and the sun keep out.’

At about eleven o’clock, however, a few specks of small rain upon the windows caught Catherine’s watchful eye, and ‘Oh dear, I do believe it will be wet,’ broke from her in a most desponding tone.

‘I thought how it would be,’ said Mrs Allen.

‘No walk for me today,’ sighed Catherine; ‘but perhaps it may come to nothing, or it may hold up before twelve.’

‘Perhaps it may, but then, my dear, it will be so dirty.’

‘Oh! That will not signify; I never mind dirt.’

‘No,’ replied her friend very placidly, ‘I know you never mind dirt.’

After a short pause, ‘It comes on faster and faster!’ said Catherine, as she stood watching at a window.

‘So it does indeed. If it keeps raining, the streets will be very wet.’

‘There are four umbrellas up already. How I hate the sight of an umbrella!’

‘They are disagreeable things to carry. I would much rather take a chair at any time.’

‘It was such a nice-looking morning! I felt so convinced it would be dry!’

‘Anybody would have thought so indeed. There will be very few people in the Pump-room, if it rains all the morning. I hope Mr Allen will put on his greatcoat when he goes, but I dare say he will not, for he had rather do anything in the world than walk out in a greatcoat; I wonder he should dislike it, it must be so comfortable.’