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“
I
am
sure
it
is
quite
unnecessary
upon
your
sister
’
s
account
and
mine
.
You
must
know
it
to
be
so
;
and
the
general
made
such
a
point
of
your
providing
nothing
extraordinary
:
besides
,
if
he
had
not
said
half
so
much
as
he
did
,
he
has
always
such
an
excellent
dinner
at
home
,
that
sitting
down
to
a
middling
one
for
one
day
could
not
signify
.
”
“
I
wish
I
could
reason
like
you
,
for
his
sake
and
my
own
.
Good
-
bye
.
As
tomorrow
is
Sunday
,
Eleanor
,
I
shall
not
return
.
”
He
went
;
and
,
it
being
at
any
time
a
much
simpler
operation
to
Catherine
to
doubt
her
own
judgment
than
Henry
’
s
,
she
was
very
soon
obliged
to
give
him
credit
for
being
right
,
however
disagreeable
to
her
his
going
.
But
the
inexplicability
of
the
general
’
s
conduct
dwelt
much
on
her
thoughts
.
That
he
was
very
particular
in
his
eating
,
she
had
,
by
her
own
unassisted
observation
,
already
discovered
;
but
why
he
should
say
one
thing
so
positively
,
and
mean
another
all
the
while
,
was
most
unaccountable
!
How
were
people
,
at
that
rate
,
to
be
understood
?
Who
but
Henry
could
have
been
aware
of
what
his
father
was
at
?
From
Saturday
to
Wednesday
,
however
,
they
were
now
to
be
without
Henry
.
This
was
the
sad
finale
of
every
reflection
:
and
Captain
Tilney
’
s
letter
would
certainly
come
in
his
absence
;
and
Wednesday
she
was
very
sure
would
be
wet
.
The
past
,
present
,
and
future
were
all
equally
in
gloom
.
Her
brother
so
unhappy
,
and
her
loss
in
Isabella
so
great
;
and
Eleanor
’
s
spirits
always
affected
by
Henry
’
s
absence
!
What
was
there
to
interest
or
amuse
her
?
She
was
tired
of
the
woods
and
the
shrubberies
—
always
so
smooth
and
so
dry
;
and
the
abbey
in
itself
was
no
more
to
her
now
than
any
other
house
.
The
painful
remembrance
of
the
folly
it
had
helped
to
nourish
and
perfect
was
the
only
emotion
which
could
spring
from
a
consideration
of
the
building
.
What
a
revolution
in
her
ideas
!
She
,
who
had
so
longed
to
be
in
an
abbey
!
Now
,
there
was
nothing
so
charming
to
her
imagination
as
the
unpretending
comfort
of
a
well
-
connected
parsonage
,
something
like
Fullerton
,
but
better
:
Fullerton
had
its
faults
,
but
Woodston
probably
had
none
.
If
Wednesday
should
ever
come
!
It
did
come
,
and
exactly
when
it
might
be
reasonably
looked
for
.
It
came
—
it
was
fine
—
and
Catherine
trod
on
air
.
By
ten
o
’
clock
,
the
chaise
and
four
conveyed
the
trio
from
the
abbey
;
and
,
after
an
agreeable
drive
of
almost
twenty
miles
,
they
entered
Woodston
,
a
large
and
populous
village
,
in
a
situation
not
unpleasant
.
Catherine
was
ashamed
to
say
how
pretty
she
thought
it
,
as
the
general
seemed
to
think
an
apology
necessary
for
the
flatness
of
the
country
,
and
the
size
of
the
village
;
but
in
her
heart
she
preferred
it
to
any
place
she
had
ever
been
at
,
and
looked
with
great
admiration
at
every
neat
house
above
the
rank
of
a
cottage
,
and
at
all
the
little
chandler
’
s
shops
which
they
passed
.
At
the
further
end
of
the
village
,
and
tolerably
disengaged
from
the
rest
of
it
,
stood
the
parsonage
,
a
new
-
built
substantial
stone
house
,
with
its
semicircular
sweep
and
green
gates
;
and
,
as
they
drove
up
to
the
door
,
Henry
,
with
the
friends
of
his
solitude
,
a
large
Newfoundland
puppy
and
two
or
three
terriers
,
was
ready
to
receive
and
make
much
of
them
.
Catherine
’
s
mind
was
too
full
,
as
she
entered
the
house
,
for
her
either
to
observe
or
to
say
a
great
deal
;
and
,
till
called
on
by
the
general
for
her
opinion
of
it
,
she
had
very
little
idea
of
the
room
in
which
she
was
sitting
.
Upon
looking
round
it
then
,
she
perceived
in
a
moment
that
it
was
the
most
comfortable
room
in
the
world
;
but
she
was
too
guarded
to
say
so
,
and
the
coldness
of
her
praise
disappointed
him
.
“
We
are
not
calling
it
a
good
house
,
”
said
he
.
“
We
are
not
comparing
it
with
Fullerton
and
Northanger
—
we
are
considering
it
as
a
mere
parsonage
,
small
and
confined
,
we
allow
,
but
decent
,
perhaps
,
and
habitable
;
and
altogether
not
inferior
to
the
generality
;
or
,
in
other
words
,
I
believe
there
are
few
country
parsonages
in
England
half
so
good
.
It
may
admit
of
improvement
,
however
.
Far
be
it
from
me
to
say
otherwise
;
and
anything
in
reason
—
a
bow
thrown
out
,
perhaps
—
though
,
between
ourselves
,
if
there
is
one
thing
more
than
another
my
aversion
,
it
is
a
patched
-
on
bow
.
”
