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It
would
be
impossible
to
explain
to
Eleanor
the
suspicions
,
from
which
the
other
had
,
in
all
likelihood
,
been
hitherto
happily
exempt
;
nor
could
she
therefore
,
in
her
presence
,
search
for
those
proofs
of
the
general
’
s
cruelty
,
which
however
they
might
yet
have
escaped
discovery
,
she
felt
confident
of
somewhere
drawing
forth
,
in
the
shape
of
some
fragmented
journal
,
continued
to
the
last
gasp
.
Of
the
way
to
the
apartment
she
was
now
perfectly
mistress
;
and
as
she
wished
to
get
it
over
before
Henry
’
s
return
,
who
was
expected
on
the
morrow
,
there
was
no
time
to
be
lost
.
The
day
was
bright
,
her
courage
high
;
at
four
o
’
clock
,
the
sun
was
now
two
hours
above
the
horizon
,
and
it
would
be
only
her
retiring
to
dress
half
an
hour
earlier
than
usual
.
It
was
done
;
and
Catherine
found
herself
alone
in
the
gallery
before
the
clocks
had
ceased
to
strike
.
It
was
no
time
for
thought
;
she
hurried
on
,
slipped
with
the
least
possible
noise
through
the
folding
doors
,
and
without
stopping
to
look
or
breathe
,
rushed
forward
to
the
one
in
question
.
The
lock
yielded
to
her
hand
,
and
,
luckily
,
with
no
sullen
sound
that
could
alarm
a
human
being
.
On
tiptoe
she
entered
;
the
room
was
before
her
;
but
it
was
some
minutes
before
she
could
advance
another
step
.
She
beheld
what
fixed
her
to
the
spot
and
agitated
every
feature
.
She
saw
a
large
,
well
-
proportioned
apartment
,
an
handsome
dimity
bed
,
arranged
as
unoccupied
with
an
housemaid
’
s
care
,
a
bright
Bath
stove
,
mahogany
wardrobes
,
and
neatly
painted
chairs
,
on
which
the
warm
beams
of
a
western
sun
gaily
poured
through
two
sash
windows
!
Catherine
had
expected
to
have
her
feelings
worked
,
and
worked
they
were
.
Astonishment
and
doubt
first
seized
them
;
and
a
shortly
succeeding
ray
of
common
sense
added
some
bitter
emotions
of
shame
.
She
could
not
be
mistaken
as
to
the
room
;
but
how
grossly
mistaken
in
everything
else
!
—
in
Miss
Tilney
’
s
meaning
,
in
her
own
calculation
!
This
apartment
,
to
which
she
had
given
a
date
so
ancient
,
a
position
so
awful
,
proved
to
be
one
end
of
what
the
general
’
s
father
had
built
.
There
were
two
other
doors
in
the
chamber
,
leading
probably
into
dressing
-
closets
;
but
she
had
no
inclination
to
open
either
.
Would
the
veil
in
which
Mrs
.
Tilney
had
last
walked
,
or
the
volume
in
which
she
had
last
read
,
remain
to
tell
what
nothing
else
was
allowed
to
whisper
?
No
:
whatever
might
have
been
the
general
’
s
crimes
,
he
had
certainly
too
much
wit
to
let
them
sue
for
detection
.
She
was
sick
of
exploring
,
and
desired
but
to
be
safe
in
her
own
room
,
with
her
own
heart
only
privy
to
its
folly
;
and
she
was
on
the
point
of
retreating
as
softly
as
she
had
entered
,
when
the
sound
of
footsteps
,
she
could
hardly
tell
where
,
made
her
pause
and
tremble
.
To
be
found
there
,
even
by
a
servant
,
would
be
unpleasant
;
but
by
the
general
(
and
he
seemed
always
at
hand
when
least
wanted
)
,
much
worse
!
She
listened
—
the
sound
had
ceased
;
and
resolving
not
to
lose
a
moment
,
she
passed
through
and
closed
the
door
.
At
that
instant
a
door
underneath
was
hastily
opened
;
someone
seemed
with
swift
steps
to
ascend
the
stairs
,
by
the
head
of
which
she
had
yet
to
pass
before
she
could
gain
the
gallery
.
She
had
no
power
to
move
.
With
a
feeling
of
terror
not
very
definable
,
she
fixed
her
eyes
on
the
staircase
,
and
in
a
few
moments
it
gave
Henry
to
her
view
.
“
Mr
.
Tilney
!
”
she
exclaimed
in
a
voice
of
more
than
common
astonishment
.
He
looked
astonished
too
.
“
Good
God
!
”
she
continued
,
not
attending
to
his
address
.
“
How
came
you
here
?
How
came
you
up
that
staircase
?
”
“
How
came
I
up
that
staircase
!
”
he
replied
,
greatly
surprised
.
“
Because
it
is
my
nearest
way
from
the
stable
-
yard
to
my
own
chamber
;
and
why
should
I
not
come
up
it
?
”
Catherine
recollected
herself
,
blushed
deeply
,
and
could
say
no
more
.
He
seemed
to
be
looking
in
her
countenance
for
that
explanation
which
her
lips
did
not
afford
.
She
moved
on
towards
the
gallery
.
“
And
may
I
not
,
in
my
turn
,
”
said
he
,
as
he
pushed
back
the
folding
doors
,
“
ask
how
you
came
here
?
This
passage
is
at
least
as
extraordinary
a
road
from
the
breakfast
-
parlour
to
your
apartment
,
as
that
staircase
can
be
from
the
stables
to
mine
.
”
“
I
have
been
,
”
said
Catherine
,
looking
down
,
“
to
see
your
mother
’
s
room
.
”
“
My
mother
’
s
room
!
Is
there
anything
extraordinary
to
be
seen
there
?
”
“
No
,
nothing
at
all
.
I
thought
you
did
not
mean
to
come
back
till
tomorrow
.
”
