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Tilney
,
must
be
,
as
certainly
as
her
memory
could
guide
her
,
exactly
over
this
suspected
range
of
cells
,
and
the
staircase
by
the
side
of
those
apartments
of
which
she
had
caught
a
transient
glimpse
,
communicating
by
some
secret
means
with
those
cells
,
might
well
have
favoured
the
barbarous
proceedings
of
her
husband
.
Down
that
staircase
she
had
perhaps
been
conveyed
in
a
state
of
well
-
prepared
insensibility
!
Catherine
sometimes
started
at
the
boldness
of
her
own
surmises
,
and
sometimes
hoped
or
feared
that
she
had
gone
too
far
;
but
they
were
supported
by
such
appearances
as
made
their
dismissal
impossible
.
The
side
of
the
quadrangle
,
in
which
she
supposed
the
guilty
scene
to
be
acting
,
being
,
according
to
her
belief
,
just
opposite
her
own
,
it
struck
her
that
,
if
judiciously
watched
,
some
rays
of
light
from
the
general
’
s
lamp
might
glimmer
through
the
lower
windows
,
as
he
passed
to
the
prison
of
his
wife
;
and
,
twice
before
she
stepped
into
bed
,
she
stole
gently
from
her
room
to
the
corresponding
window
in
the
gallery
,
to
see
if
it
appeared
;
but
all
abroad
was
dark
,
and
it
must
yet
be
too
early
.
The
various
ascending
noises
convinced
her
that
the
servants
must
still
be
up
.
Till
midnight
,
she
supposed
it
would
be
in
vain
to
watch
;
but
then
,
when
the
clock
had
struck
twelve
,
and
all
was
quiet
,
she
would
,
if
not
quite
appalled
by
darkness
,
steal
out
and
look
once
more
.
The
clock
struck
twelve
—
and
Catherine
had
been
half
an
hour
asleep
.
The
next
day
afforded
no
opportunity
for
the
proposed
examination
of
the
mysterious
apartments
.
It
was
Sunday
,
and
the
whole
time
between
morning
and
afternoon
service
was
required
by
the
general
in
exercise
abroad
or
eating
cold
meat
at
home
;
and
great
as
was
Catherine
’
s
curiosity
,
her
courage
was
not
equal
to
a
wish
of
exploring
them
after
dinner
,
either
by
the
fading
light
of
the
sky
between
six
and
seven
o
’
clock
,
or
by
the
yet
more
partial
though
stronger
illumination
of
a
treacherous
lamp
.
The
day
was
unmarked
therefore
by
anything
to
interest
her
imagination
beyond
the
sight
of
a
very
elegant
monument
to
the
memory
of
Mrs
.
Tilney
,
which
immediately
fronted
the
family
pew
.
By
that
her
eye
was
instantly
caught
and
long
retained
;
and
the
perusal
of
the
highly
strained
epitaph
,
in
which
every
virtue
was
ascribed
to
her
by
the
inconsolable
husband
,
who
must
have
been
in
some
way
or
other
her
destroyer
,
affected
her
even
to
tears
.
That
the
general
,
having
erected
such
a
monument
,
should
be
able
to
face
it
,
was
not
perhaps
very
strange
,
and
yet
that
he
could
sit
so
boldly
collected
within
its
view
,
maintain
so
elevated
an
air
,
look
so
fearlessly
around
,
nay
,
that
he
should
even
enter
the
church
,
seemed
wonderful
to
Catherine
.
Not
,
however
,
that
many
instances
of
beings
equally
hardened
in
guilt
might
not
be
produced
.
She
could
remember
dozens
who
had
persevered
in
every
possible
vice
,
going
on
from
crime
to
crime
,
murdering
whomsoever
they
chose
,
without
any
feeling
of
humanity
or
remorse
;
till
a
violent
death
or
a
religious
retirement
closed
their
black
career
.
The
erection
of
the
monument
itself
could
not
in
the
smallest
degree
affect
her
doubts
of
Mrs
.
Tilney
’
s
actual
decease
.
Were
she
even
to
descend
into
the
family
vault
where
her
ashes
were
supposed
to
slumber
,
were
she
to
behold
the
coffin
in
which
they
were
said
to
be
enclosed
—
what
could
it
avail
in
such
a
case
?
Catherine
had
read
too
much
not
to
be
perfectly
aware
of
the
ease
with
which
a
waxen
figure
might
be
introduced
,
and
a
supposititious
funeral
carried
on
.
The
succeeding
morning
promised
something
better
.
The
general
’
s
early
walk
,
ill
-
timed
as
it
was
in
every
other
view
,
was
favourable
here
;
and
when
she
knew
him
to
be
out
of
the
house
,
she
directly
proposed
to
Miss
Tilney
the
accomplishment
of
her
promise
.
Eleanor
was
ready
to
oblige
her
;
and
Catherine
reminding
her
as
they
went
of
another
promise
,
their
first
visit
in
consequence
was
to
the
portrait
in
her
bed
-
chamber
.
It
represented
a
very
lovely
woman
,
with
a
mild
and
pensive
countenance
,
justifying
,
so
far
,
the
expectations
of
its
new
observer
;
but
they
were
not
in
every
respect
answered
,
for
Catherine
had
depended
upon
meeting
with
features
,
hair
,
complexion
,
that
should
be
the
very
counterpart
,
the
very
image
,
if
not
of
Henry
’
s
,
of
Eleanor
’
s
—
the
only
portraits
of
which
she
had
been
in
the
habit
of
thinking
,
bearing
always
an
equal
resemblance
of
mother
and
child
.
A
face
once
taken
was
taken
for
generations
.
But
here
she
was
obliged
to
look
and
consider
and
study
for
a
likeness
.
She
contemplated
it
,
however
,
in
spite
of
this
drawback
,
with
much
emotion
,
and
,
but
for
a
yet
stronger
interest
,
would
have
left
it
unwillingly
.
Her
agitation
as
they
entered
the
great
gallery
was
too
much
for
any
endeavour
at
discourse
;
she
could
only
look
at
her
companion
.
Eleanor
’
s
countenance
was
dejected
,
yet
sedate
;
and
its
composure
spoke
her
inured
to
all
the
gloomy
objects
to
which
they
were
advancing
.
Again
she
passed
through
the
folding
doors
,
again
her
hand
was
upon
the
important
lock
,
and
Catherine
,
hardly
able
to
breathe
,
was
turning
to
close
the
former
with
fearful
caution
,
when
the
figure
,
the
dreaded
figure
of
the
general
himself
at
the
further
end
of
the
gallery
,
stood
before
her
!
The
name
of
“
Eleanor
”
at
the
same
moment
,
in
his
loudest
tone
,
resounded
through
the
building
,
giving
to
his
daughter
the
first
intimation
of
his
presence
,
and
to
Catherine
terror
upon
terror
.
An
attempt
at
concealment
had
been
her
first
instinctive
movement
on
perceiving
him
,
yet
she
could
scarcely
hope
to
have
escaped
his
eye
;
and
when
her
friend
,
who
with
an
apologizing
look
darted
hastily
by
her
,
had
joined
and
disappeared
with
him
,
she
ran
for
safety
to
her
own
room
,
and
,
locking
herself
in
,
believed
that
she
should
never
have
courage
to
go
down
again
.
She
remained
there
at
least
an
hour
,
in
the
greatest
agitation
,
deeply
commiserating
the
state
of
her
poor
friend
,
and
expecting
a
summons
herself
from
the
angry
general
to
attend
him
in
his
own
apartment
.
No
summons
,
however
,
arrived
;
and
at
last
,
on
seeing
a
carriage
drive
up
to
the
abbey
,
she
was
emboldened
to
descend
and
meet
him
under
the
protection
of
visitors
.
The
breakfast
-
room
was
gay
with
company
;
and
she
was
named
to
them
by
the
general
as
the
friend
of
his
daughter
,
in
a
complimentary
style
,
which
so
well
concealed
his
resentful
ire
,
as
to
make
her
feel
secure
at
least
of
life
for
the
present
.
And
Eleanor
,
with
a
command
of
countenance
which
did
honour
to
her
concern
for
his
character
,
taking
an
early
occasion
of
saying
to
her
,
“
My
father
only
wanted
me
to
answer
a
note
,
”
she
began
to
hope
that
she
had
either
been
unseen
by
the
general
,
or
that
from
some
consideration
of
policy
she
should
be
allowed
to
suppose
herself
so
.
Upon
this
trust
she
dared
still
to
remain
in
his
presence
,
after
the
company
left
them
,
and
nothing
occurred
to
disturb
it
.
In
the
course
of
this
morning
’
s
reflections
,
she
came
to
a
resolution
of
making
her
next
attempt
on
the
forbidden
door
alone
.
It
would
be
much
better
in
every
respect
that
Eleanor
should
know
nothing
of
the
matter
.
To
involve
her
in
the
danger
of
a
second
detection
,
to
court
her
into
an
apartment
which
must
wring
her
heart
,
could
not
be
the
office
of
a
friend
.
The
general
’
s
utmost
anger
could
not
be
to
herself
what
it
might
be
to
a
daughter
;
and
,
besides
,
she
thought
the
examination
itself
would
be
more
satisfactory
if
made
without
any
companion
.
