Нортенгерское аббатство
Chapter 11
Catherine’sfeelings,asshegotintothecarriage,wereinaveryunsettledstate;dividedbetweenregretforthelossofonegreatpleasure,andthehopeofsoonenjoyinganother,almostitsequalindegree,howeverunlikeinkind.ShecouldnotthinktheTilneyshadactedquitewellbyher,insoreadilygivinguptheirengagement,withoutsendingheranymessageofexcuse.Itwasnowbutanhourlaterthanthetimefixedonforthebeginningoftheirwalk;and,inspiteofwhatshehadheardoftheprodigiousaccumulationofdirtinthecourseofthathour,shecouldnotfromherownobservationhelpthinkingthattheymighthavegonewithverylittleinconvenience.Tofeelherselfslightedbythemwasverypainful.Ontheotherhand,thedelightofexploringanedificelikeUdolpho,asherfancyrepresentedBlaizeCastletobe,wassuchacounterpoiseofgoodasmightconsoleherforalmostanything.
TheypassedbrisklydownPulteneyStreet,andthroughLauraPlace,withouttheexchangeofmanywords.Thorpetalkedtohishorse,andshemeditated,byturns,onbrokenpromisesandbrokenarches,phaetonsandfalsehangings,Tilneysandtrap-doors.AstheyenteredArgyleBuildings,however,shewasrousedbythisaddressfromhercompanion,“Whoisthatgirlwholookedatyousohardasshewentby?”
“Who?Where?”
“Ontheright-handpavement—shemustbealmostoutofsightnow.”CatherinelookedroundandsawMissTilneyleaningonherbrother’sarm,walkingslowlydownthestreet.Shesawthembothlookingbackather.“Stop,stop,Mr.
