![]() “I hope you like it, Miss Moreland it is a peaceful one at any rate.” “A suitable occupation for two young ladies,” he smiled back. “I am only going to water and rearrange the plants before we go, and Catherine may like to help me.” “We will, Henry,” she reassured him with a smile. “Eleanor, I hope you and Miss Moreland can have a little quiet time. ![]() “I had better see about my horse,” said Henry, in tones that fell on Catherine’s ears gently after those of his father’s and brother’s. “I shall go back to my chamber until you are all well away,” he declared, “I have had enough of it for one morning, and am more than ever thankful not to be going with you.” His brother and sister made no answer. There was a quiet but heartfelt sigh around the table, and Captain Tilney got up hastily. See that you are,” and he departed up-stairs. “Indeed we will, Father,” Eleanor returned earnestly, “we are all packed already.” “Now all of you young people,” he ordered, fixing each in turn with an unnervingly harsh stare, “will be down stairs and in the hall on the stroke of ten. These were interrupted however for an even less pleasant cause: Henry’s brother, Captain Tilney came down late to breakfast, resulting in an especially lengthy outburst and harangue from the General, that seemed as if it would never cease.Īt last the meal and the General’s speeches were done, and he rose importantly, announcing that he had to oversee the servants who were to bring the trunks down to the carriage. So matters continued, with Catherine not daring to look at Henry nor Eleanor for embarrassment, while they seemed sadly constrained and uneasy during their father’s pronouncements. Eleanor, make sure that quince jelly is on table at Northanger every morning while Miss Moreland is with us.” Well, well, you are a young lady of refinement, and the choicest of taste. I endorse the blackcurrent ones especially.”Ĭatherine, who had taken the quince, looked abashed. Of course he has no bother about the jams and jellies, as they are brought from Northanger as well. Our very best cook always accompanies us on such journeys as these, and I hate to think at what hour he awakes, to produce such muffins, and such chops, and eggs. Do have some – more than that, surely! – upon your muffins. One taste, and I am sure that with your discernment, you will agree. “Our butter, you know, we brought from Northanger no town-bought butter for us. She would have preferred had he ignored her, but he insisted on particularly recommending every item on the lavish breakfast-table to her, and explaining their excellence. The General seemed to fill the breakfast-room with his imperious manner and incessant commands, alternating with many over-unctuous and ingratiating speeches that were, alarmingly, directed at herself. Henry Tilney and his sister Eleanor, the morning was an uncomfortable one with Catherine. This departure the General insisted would take place at ten o’clock and not a moment later.įor all her enchantment with young Mr. ![]() It had been arranged that the Allens would deliver Catherine from their Bath lodgings to General Tilney’s superior ones, in time to join the family for breakfast, and then make ready for the journey to Northanger Abbey. It was an awkward morning in Milsom-Street. Photograph attribution, the wubĪ Northanger Abbey story, and the myth of Hyacinthus
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