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.
