Нортенгерское аббатство
Chapter 11
Thorpe,”sheimpatientlycried;“itisMissTilney;itisindeed.Howcouldyoutellmetheyweregone?Stop,stop,Iwillgetoutthismomentandgotothem.”Buttowhatpurposedidshespeak?Thorpeonlylashedhishorseintoabriskertrot;theTilneys,whohadsoonceasedtolookafterher,wereinamomentoutofsightroundthecornerofLauraPlace,andinanothermomentshewasherselfwhiskedintothemarketplace.Still,however,andduringthelengthofanotherstreet,sheentreatedhimtostop.“Pray,praystop,Mr.Thorpe.Icannotgoon.Iwillnotgoon.ImustgobacktoMissTilney.”ButMr.Thorpeonlylaughed,smackedhiswhip,encouragedhishorse,madeoddnoises,anddroveon;andCatherine,angryandvexedasshewas,havingnopowerofgettingaway,wasobligedtogiveupthepointandsubmit.Herreproaches,however,werenotspared.“Howcouldyoudeceivemeso,Mr.Thorpe?HowcouldyousaythatyousawthemdrivinguptheLansdownRoad?Iwouldnothavehadithappensofortheworld.Theymustthinkitsostrange,sorudeofme!Togobythem,too,withoutsayingaword!YoudonotknowhowvexedIam;IshallhavenopleasureatClifton,norinanythingelse.Ihadrather,tenthousandtimesrather,getoutnow,andwalkbacktothem.Howcouldyousayyousawthemdrivingoutinaphaeton?”Thorpedefendedhimselfverystoutly,declaredhehadneverseentwomensomuchalikeinhislife,andwouldhardlygiveupthepointofitshavingbeenTilneyhimself.
Theirdrive,evenwhenthissubjectwasover,wasnotlikelytobeveryagreeable.