Нортенгерское аббатство
Chapter 11
Butitdoesnotsignify,thenightsaremoonlight,andweshalldodelightfully.Oh!Iaminsuchecstasiesatthethoughtsofalittlecountryairandquiet!SomuchbetterthangoingtotheLowerRooms.WeshalldrivedirectlytoCliftonanddinethere;and,assoonasdinnerisover,ifthereistimeforit,goontoKingsweston.”
“Idoubtourbeingabletodosomuch,”saidMorland.
“Youcroakingfellow!”criedThorpe.“Weshallbeabletodotentimesmore.Kingsweston!Aye,andBlaizeCastletoo,andanythingelsewecanhearof;buthereisyoursistersaysshewillnotgo.”
“BlaizeCastle!”criedCatherine.“Whatisthat?”
“ThefinestplaceinEngland—worthgoingfiftymilesatanytimetosee.”
“What,isitreallyacastle,anoldcastle?”
“Theoldestinthekingdom.”
“Butisitlikewhatonereadsof?”
“Exactly—theverysame.”
“Butnowreally—aretheretowersandlonggalleries?”
“Bydozens.”
“ThenIshouldliketoseeit;butIcannot—Icannotgo.”
“Notgo!Mybelovedcreature,whatdoyoumean?”
“Icannotgo,because”—lookingdownasshespoke,fearfulofIsabella’ssmile—“IexpectMissTilneyandherbrothertocallonmetotakeacountrywalk.Theypromisedtocomeattwelve,onlyitrained;butnow,asitissofine,Idaresaytheywillbeheresoon.”
“Nottheyindeed,”criedThorpe;“for,asweturnedintoBroadStreet,Isawthem—doeshenotdriveaphaetonwithbrightchestnuts?”
“Idonotknowindeed.”
“Yes,Iknowhedoes;Isawhim.
