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An
abbey
!
Yes
,
it
was
delightful
to
be
really
in
an
abbey
!
But
she
doubted
,
as
she
looked
round
the
room
,
whether
anything
within
her
observation
would
have
given
her
the
consciousness
.
The
furniture
was
in
all
the
profusion
and
elegance
of
modern
taste
.
The
fireplace
,
where
she
had
expected
the
ample
width
and
ponderous
carving
of
former
times
,
was
contracted
to
a
Rumford
,
with
slabs
of
plain
though
handsome
marble
,
and
ornaments
over
it
of
the
prettiest
English
china
.
The
windows
,
to
which
she
looked
with
peculiar
dependence
,
from
having
heard
the
general
talk
of
his
preserving
them
in
their
Gothic
form
with
reverential
care
,
were
yet
less
what
her
fancy
had
portrayed
To
be
sure
,
the
pointed
arch
was
preserved
—
the
form
of
them
was
Gothic
—
they
might
be
even
casements
—
but
every
pane
was
so
large
,
so
clear
,
so
light
!
To
an
imagination
which
had
hoped
for
the
smallest
divisions
,
and
the
heaviest
stone
-
work
,
for
painted
glass
,
dirt
,
and
cobwebs
,
the
difference
was
very
distressing
.
The
general
,
perceiving
how
her
eye
was
employed
,
began
to
talk
of
the
smallness
of
the
room
and
simplicity
of
the
furniture
,
where
everything
,
being
for
daily
use
,
pretended
only
to
comfort
,
etc
.
;
flattering
himself
,
however
,
that
there
were
some
apartments
in
the
Abbey
not
unworthy
her
notice
—
and
was
proceeding
to
mention
the
costly
gilding
of
one
in
particular
,
when
,
taking
out
his
watch
,
he
stopped
short
to
pronounce
it
with
surprise
within
twenty
minutes
of
five
!
This
seemed
the
word
of
separation
,
and
Catherine
found
herself
hurried
away
by
Miss
Tilney
in
such
a
manner
as
convinced
her
that
the
strictest
punctuality
to
the
family
hours
would
be
expected
at
Northanger
.
Returning
through
the
large
and
lofty
hall
,
they
ascended
a
broad
staircase
of
shining
oak
,
which
,
after
many
flights
and
many
landing
-
places
,
brought
them
upon
a
long
,
wide
gallery
.
On
one
side
it
had
a
range
of
doors
,
and
it
was
lighted
on
the
other
by
windows
which
Catherine
had
only
time
to
discover
looked
into
a
quadrangle
,
before
Miss
Tilney
led
the
way
into
a
chamber
,
and
scarcely
staying
to
hope
she
would
find
it
comfortable
,
left
her
with
an
anxious
entreaty
that
she
would
make
as
little
alteration
as
possible
in
her
dress
.
A
moment
’
s
glance
was
enough
to
satisfy
Catherine
that
her
apartment
was
very
unlike
the
one
which
Henry
had
endeavoured
to
alarm
her
by
the
description
of
.
It
was
by
no
means
unreasonably
large
,
and
contained
neither
tapestry
nor
velvet
.
The
walls
were
papered
,
the
floor
was
carpeted
;
the
windows
were
neither
less
perfect
nor
more
dim
than
those
of
the
drawing
-
room
below
;
the
furniture
,
though
not
of
the
latest
fashion
,
was
handsome
and
comfortable
,
and
the
air
of
the
room
altogether
far
from
uncheerful
.
Her
heart
instantaneously
at
ease
on
this
point
,
she
resolved
to
lose
no
time
in
particular
examination
of
anything
,
as
she
greatly
dreaded
disobliging
the
general
by
any
delay
.
Her
habit
therefore
was
thrown
off
with
all
possible
haste
,
and
she
was
preparing
to
unpin
the
linen
package
,
which
the
chaise
-
seat
had
conveyed
for
her
immediate
accommodation
,
when
her
eye
suddenly
fell
on
a
large
high
chest
,
standing
back
in
a
deep
recess
on
one
side
of
the
fireplace
.
The
sight
of
it
made
her
start
;
and
,
forgetting
everything
else
,
she
stood
gazing
on
it
in
motionless
wonder
,
while
these
thoughts
crossed
her
:
“
This
is
strange
indeed
!
I
did
not
expect
such
a
sight
as
this
!
An
immense
heavy
chest
!
What
can
it
hold
?
Why
should
it
be
placed
here
?
Pushed
back
too
,
as
if
meant
to
be
out
of
sight
!
I
will
look
into
it
—
cost
me
what
it
may
,
I
will
look
into
it
—
and
directly
too
—
by
daylight
.
If
I
stay
till
evening
my
candle
may
go
out
.
”
She
advanced
and
examined
it
closely
:
it
was
of
cedar
,
curiously
inlaid
with
some
darker
wood
,
and
raised
,
about
a
foot
from
the
ground
,
on
a
carved
stand
of
the
same
.
The
lock
was
silver
,
though
tarnished
from
age
;
at
each
end
were
the
imperfect
remains
of
handles
also
of
silver
,
broken
perhaps
prematurely
by
some
strange
violence
;
and
,
on
the
centre
of
the
lid
,
was
a
mysterious
cipher
,
in
the
same
metal
.
Catherine
bent
over
it
intently
,
but
without
being
able
to
distinguish
anything
with
certainty
.
She
could
not
,
in
whatever
direction
she
took
it
,
believe
the
last
letter
to
be
a
T
;
and
yet
that
it
should
be
anything
else
in
that
house
was
a
circumstance
to
raise
no
common
degree
of
astonishment
.
If
not
originally
theirs
,
by
what
strange
events
could
it
have
fallen
into
the
Tilney
family
?
Her
fearful
curiosity
was
every
moment
growing
greater
;
and
seizing
,
with
trembling
hands
,
the
hasp
of
the
lock
,
she
resolved
at
all
hazards
to
satisfy
herself
at
least
as
to
its
contents
.
With
difficulty
,
for
something
seemed
to
resist
her
efforts
,
she
raised
the
lid
a
few
inches
;
but
at
that
moment
a
sudden
knocking
at
the
door
of
the
room
made
her
,
starting
,
quit
her
hold
,
and
the
lid
closed
with
alarming
violence
.
This
ill
-
timed
intruder
was
Miss
Tilney
’
s
maid
,
sent
by
her
mistress
to
be
of
use
to
Miss
Morland
;
and
though
Catherine
immediately
dismissed
her
,
it
recalled
her
to
the
sense
of
what
she
ought
to
be
doing
,
and
forced
her
,
in
spite
of
her
anxious
desire
to
penetrate
this
mystery
,
to
proceed
in
her
dressing
without
further
delay
.
Her
progress
was
not
quick
,
for
her
thoughts
and
her
eyes
were
still
bent
on
the
object
so
well
calculated
to
interest
and
alarm
;
and
though
she
dared
not
waste
a
moment
upon
a
second
attempt
,
she
could
not
remain
many
paces
from
the
chest
.
At
length
,
however
,
having
slipped
one
arm
into
her
gown
,
her
toilette
seemed
so
nearly
finished
that
the
impatience
of
her
curiosity
might
safely
be
indulged
.
One
moment
surely
might
be
spared
;
and
,
so
desperate
should
be
the
exertion
of
her
strength
,
that
,
unless
secured
by
supernatural
means
,
the
lid
in
one
moment
should
be
thrown
back
.
With
this
spirit
she
sprang
forward
,
and
her
confidence
did
not
deceive
her
.
Her
resolute
effort
threw
back
the
lid
,
and
gave
to
her
astonished
eyes
the
view
of
a
white
cotton
counterpane
,
properly
folded
,
reposing
at
one
end
of
the
chest
in
undisputed
possession
!
She
was
gazing
on
it
with
the
first
blush
of
surprise
when
Miss
Tilney
,
anxious
for
her
friend
’
s
being
ready
,
entered
the
room
,
and
to
the
rising
shame
of
having
harboured
for
some
minutes
an
absurd
expectation
,
was
then
added
the
shame
of
being
caught
in
so
idle
a
search
.
“
That
is
a
curious
old
chest
,
is
not
it
?
”
said
Miss
Tilney
,
as
Catherine
hastily
closed
it
and
turned
away
to
the
glass
.
“
It
is
impossible
to
say
how
many
generations
it
has
been
here
.
How
it
came
to
be
first
put
in
this
room
I
know
not
,
but
I
have
not
had
it
moved
,
because
I
thought
it
might
sometimes
be
of
use
in
holding
hats
and
bonnets
.
The
worst
of
it
is
that
its
weight
makes
it
difficult
to
open
.
In
that
corner
,
however
,
it
is
at
least
out
of
the
way
.
”
