Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- General Editor’s Preface
- Acknowledgements
- Chronology
- Introduction
- Note on the text
- Advertisement, by the Authoress, to Northanger Abbey
- Volume I Northanger Abbey
- Volume II Northanger Abbey
- Corrections and emendations to 1818 text
- Appendix: summaries and extracts from Ann Radcliffe’s novels
- List of abbreviations
- Explanatory notes
Chapter 14
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 18 December 2020
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- General Editor’s Preface
- Acknowledgements
- Chronology
- Introduction
- Note on the text
- Advertisement, by the Authoress, to Northanger Abbey
- Volume I Northanger Abbey
- Volume II Northanger Abbey
- Corrections and emendations to 1818 text
- Appendix: summaries and extracts from Ann Radcliffe’s novels
- List of abbreviations
- Explanatory notes
Summary
THE next morning was fair, and Catherine almost expected another attack from the assembled party. With Mr. Allen to support her, she felt no dread of the event: but she would gladly be spared a contest, where victory itself was painful; and was heartily rejoiced therefore at neither seeing nor hearing any thing of them. TheTilneys called for her at the appointed time; and no new difficulty arising, no sudden recollection, no unexpected summons, no impertinent intrusion to disconcert their measures, my heroine was most unnaturally able to fulfil her engagement, though it was made with the hero himself. They determined on walking round Beechen Cliff,1 that noble hill, whose beautiful verdure and hanging coppice render it so striking an object from almost every opening in Bath.
“I never look at it,” said Catherine, as they walked along the side of the river, “without thinking of the south of France.”
“You have been abroad then?” said Henry, a little surprized.
“Oh! no, I only mean what I have read about. It always puts me in mind of the country that Emily and her father travelled through, in the ‘Mysteries of Udolpho.’ But you never read novels, I dare say?”
“Why not?”
“Because they are not clever enough for you—gentlemen read better books.”
“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid. I have read all Mrs. Radcliffe's works, and most of them with great pleasure. The Mysteries of Udolpho, when I had once begun it, I could not lay down again;—I remember finishing it in two days— my hair standing on end the whole time.”
“Yes,” added MissTilney, “and I remember that you undertook to read it aloud to me, and that when I was called away for only five minutes to answer a note, instead of waiting for me, you took the volume into the Hermitage-walk, and I was obliged to stay till you had finished it.”
“Thank you, Eleanor;—a most honourable testimony. You see, Miss Morland, the injustice of your suspicions.
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- Northanger Abbey , pp. 107 - 117Publisher: Cambridge University PressPrint publication year: 2006