Нортенгерське абатство

Chapter 11

           

           “Ifyourbrotherhadnotgotsuchad—beasttodrive,”saidhesoonafterwards,“wemighthavedoneitverywell.MyhorsewouldhavetrottedtoCliftonwithinthehour,iflefttohimself,andIhavealmostbrokemyarmwithpullinghimintothatcursedbroken-windedjade’space.Morlandisafoolfornotkeepingahorseandgigofhisown.”

           “No,heisnot,”saidCatherinewarmly,“forIamsurehecouldnotaffordit.”

           “Andwhycannotheaffordit?”

           “Becausehehasnotmoneyenough.”

           “Andwhosefaultisthat?”

           “Nobody’s,thatIknowof.”Thorpethensaidsomethingintheloud,incoherentwaytowhichhehadoftenrecourse,aboutitsbeingad—thingtobemiserly;andthatifpeoplewhorolledinmoneycouldnotaffordthings,hedidnotknowwhocould,whichCatherinedidnotevenendeavourtounderstand.Disappointedofwhatwastohavebeentheconsolationforherfirstdisappointment,shewaslessandlessdisposedeithertobeagreeableherselfortofindhercompanionso;andtheyreturnedtoPulteneyStreetwithoutherspeakingtwentywords.

           Assheenteredthehouse,thefootmantoldherthatagentlemanandladyhadcalledandinquiredforherafewminutesafterhersettingoff;that,whenhetoldthemshewasgoneoutwithMr.Thorpe,theladyhadaskedwhetheranymessagehadbeenleftforher;andonhissayingno,hadfeltforacard,butsaidshehadnoneabouther,andwentaway.Ponderingovertheseheart-rendingtidings,Catherinewalkedslowlyupstairs.AttheheadofthemshewasmetbyMr.

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