Нортенгерське абатство
Chapter 11
Catherine’scomplaisancewasnolongerwhatithadbeenintheirformerairing.Shelistenedreluctantly,andherreplieswereshort.BlaizeCastleremainedheronlycomfort;towardsthat,shestilllookedatintervalswithpleasure;thoughratherthanbedisappointedofthepromisedwalk,andespeciallyratherthanbethoughtillofbytheTilneys,shewouldwillinglyhavegivenupallthehappinesswhichitswallscouldsupply—thehappinessofaprogressthroughalongsuiteofloftyrooms,exhibitingtheremainsofmagnificentfurniture,thoughnowformanyyearsdeserted—thehappinessofbeingstoppedintheirwayalongnarrow,windingvaults,byalow,grateddoor;orevenofhavingtheirlamp,theironlylamp,extinguishedbyasuddengustofwind,andofbeingleftintotaldarkness.Inthemeanwhile,theyproceededontheirjourneywithoutanymischance,andwerewithinviewofthetownofKeynsham,whenahalloofromMorland,whowasbehindthem,madehisfriendpullup,toknowwhatwasthematter.Theothersthencamecloseenoughforconversation,andMorlandsaid,“Wehadbettergoback,Thorpe;itistoolatetogoontoday;yoursisterthinkssoaswellasI.WehavebeenexactlyanhourcomingfromPulteneyStreet,verylittlemorethansevenmiles;and,Isuppose,wehaveatleasteightmoretogo.Itwillneverdo.Wesetoutagreatdealtoolate.Wehadmuchbetterputitofftillanotherday,andturnround.”
“Itisallonetome,”repliedThorperatherangrily;andinstantlyturninghishorse,theywereontheirwaybacktoBath.
