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“No, I only wanted to see — Is not it very late? I must go and dress.”
“No, and I am very much surprised. Isabella promised so faithfully to write directly.”
“No.”
“Yes, a great deal. That is — no, not much, but what she did say was very interesting. Her dying so suddenly”
“and you — none of you being at home — and your father, I thought — perhaps had not been very fond of her.”
“But your father,”
“was he afflicted?”
“I am very glad of it,”
“it would have been very shocking!”
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 forever. 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, shown something like affection for her. But now —
Charming as were all Mrs. Radcliffe’s works, and charming even as were the works of all her imitators, it was not in them perhaps that human nature, at least in the Midland counties of England, was to be looked for. Of the Alps and Pyrenees, with their pine forests and their vices, they might give a faithful delineation; and Italy, Switzerland, and the south of France might be as fruitful in horrors as they were there represented.
But in the central part of England there was surely some security for the existence even of a wife not beloved, in the laws of the land, and the manners of the age. Murder was not tolerated, servants were not slaves, and neither poison nor sleeping potions to be procured, like rhubarb, from every druggist. Among the Alps and Pyrenees, perhaps, there were no mixed characters. There, such as were not as spotless as an angel might have the dispositions of a fiend. But in England it was not so; among the English,
in their hearts and habits, there was a general though unequal mixture of good and bad.
always judging and acting in future with the greatest good sense,
Henry’s astonishing generosity and nobleness of conduct, in never alluding in the slightest way to what had passed,
“’Tis only from James, however,”
Perhaps, if particularly questioned, she might just give an idea — just distantly hint at it — but not more. To expose a friend, such a friend as Isabella had been to her — and then their own brother so closely concerned in it!
she must waive the subject altogether.
“No, I thank you”
“they are all very well. My letter was from my brother at Oxford.”
“It contained something worse than anybody could suppose! Poor James is so unhappy! You will soon know why.”
“I have one favour to beg,”
“that, if your brother should be coming here, you will give me notice of it, that I may go away.”
“Yes; I am sure I should be very sorry to leave you so soon, but something has happened that would make it very dreadful for me to be in the same house with Captain Tilney.”
“How quick you are!”
“you have guessed it, I declare! And yet, when we talked about it in Bath, you little thought of its ending so. Isabella — no wonder now I have not heard from her — Isabella has deserted my brother, and is to marry yours! Could you have believed there had been such inconstancy and fickleness, and everything that is bad in the world?”
“It is very true, however; you shall read James’s letter yourself. Stay — There is one part — “
“No, read it yourself,”
“I do not know what I was thinking of”
“James only means to give me good advice."
“Her mother is a very good sort of woman,”
“A lawyer, I believe. They live at Putney.”
“No, not very. I do not believe Isabella has any fortune at all: but that will not signify in your family. Your father is so very liberal! He told me the other day that he only valued money as it allowed him to promote the happiness of his children.”
“But perhaps,”
“though she has behaved so ill by our family, she may behave better by yours. Now she has really got the man she likes, she may be constant.”
“You think it is all for ambition, then? And, upon my word, there are some things that seem very like it. I cannot forget that, when she first knew what my father would do for them, she seemed quite disappointed that it was not more. I never was so deceived in anyone’s character in my life before.”
“My own disappointment and loss in her is very great; but, as for poor James, I suppose he will hardly ever recover it.”
“No,”
“I do not — ought I? To say the truth, though I am hurt and grieved, that I cannot still love her, that I am never to hear from her, perhaps never to see her again, I do not feel so very, very much afflicted as one would have thought.”
She was as insignificant, and perhaps as portionless, as Isabella; and if the heir of the Tilney property had not grandeur and wealth enough in himself, at what point of interest were the demands of his younger brother to rest?
the effect of that particular partiality, which, as she was given to understand by his words as well as his actions, she had from the first been so fortunate as to excite in the general;
some most generous and disinterested sentiments on the subject of money, which she had more than once heard him utter, and which tempted her to think his disposition in such matters misunderstood by his children.
But as it was not to be supposed that Captain Tilney, whenever he made his application, would give his father any just idea of Isabella’s conduct,
highly expedient that Henry should lay the whole business before him as it really was, enabling the general by that means to form a cool and impartial opinion, and prepare his objections on a fairer ground than inequality of situations.
“But he will tell only half of it.”
“Go away!”
“And why?”
“Oh! Not seriously!”