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 10
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 visions of romance were over. Catherine was completely awakened. Henry's address, short as it had been, had more thoroughly opened her eyes to the extravagance of her late fancies than all their several disappointments had done. Most grievously was she humbled. Most bitterly did she cry. It was not only with herself that she was sunk—but with Henry. Her folly, which now seemed even criminal, was all exposed to him, and he must despise her for ever. The liberty which her imagination had dared to take with the character of his father, could he ever forgive it? The absurdity of her curiosity and her fears, could they ever be forgotten? She hated herself more than she could express. He had—she thought he had, once or twice before this fatal morning, shewn something like affection for her.—But now—in short, she made herself as miserable as possible for about half an hour, went down when the clock struck five, with a broken heart, and could scarcely give an intelligible answer to Eleanor's inquiry, if she was well. The formidable Henry soon followed her into the room, and the only difference in his behaviour to her, was that he paid her rather more attention than usual. Catherine had never wanted comfort more, and he looked as if he was aware of it.
The evening wore away with no abatement of this soothing politeness; and her spirits were gradually raised to a modest tranquillity. She did not learn either to forget or defend the past; but she learned to hope that it would never transpire farther, and that it might not cost her Henry's entire regard. Her thoughts being still chiefly fixed on what she had with such causeless terror felt and done, nothing could shortly be clearer, than that it had been all a voluntary, self-created delusion, each trifling circumstance receiving importance from an imagination resolved on alarm, and every thing forced to bend to one purpose by a mind which, before she entered the Abbey, had been craving to be frightened. She remembered with what feelings she had prepared for a knowledge of Northanger.
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- Northanger Abbey , pp. 204 - 213Publisher: Cambridge University PressPrint publication year: 2006