it is nothing unusual."
"So much the worse!" thought Catherine; such ill-timed
exercise was of a piece with the strange unseasonableness
of his morning walks, and boded nothing good.
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importance among them, she was
heartily glad to be dismissed;
though it was a look from the general not designed for
her
observation which sent his daughter to the bell.
When the
butler would have lit his master's candle, however,
he was
forbidden. The latter was not going to retire.
"I have many pamphlets to finish," said he to Catherine,
"before I can close my eyes, and perhaps may be poring over
the affairs of the nation for hours after you are asleep.
Can either of us be more meetly employed? My eyes will
be blinding for the good of others, and yours preparing
by rest for future mischief."
But neither the business alleged, nor the magnificent
compliment, could win Catherine from thinking that some
very different object must occasion so serious a delay
of proper
repose. To be kept up for hours, after the family
were in bed, by
stupid pamphlets was not very likely.
There must be some deeper cause: something was to be done
which could be done only while the household slept;
and the
probability that Mrs. Tilney yet lived, shut up
for causes unknown, and receiving from the pitiless
hands of her husband a
nightly supply of
coarse food,
was the
conclusion which
necessarily followed.
Shocking as was the idea, it was at least better than
a death unfairly hastened, as, in the natural course
of things, she must ere long be released. The suddenness
of her reputed
illness, the
absence of her daughter,
and probably of her other children, at the time--all
favouredthe supposition of her
imprisonment. Its origin--jealousy
perhaps, or
wanton cruelty--was yet to be unravelled.
In revolving these matters, while she undressed,
it suddenly struck her as not
unlikely that she might
that morning have passed near the very spot of this
unfortunate woman's confinement--might have been within a few
paces of the cell in which she languished out her days;
for what part of the abbey could be more fitted for the
purpose than that which yet bore the traces of monastic
division? In the high-arched passage, paved with stone,
which already she had trodden with
peculiar awe,
she well remembered the doors of which the general
had given no
account. To what might not those doors
lead? In support of the plausibility of this conjecture,
it further occurred to her that the
forbiddengallery,
in which lay the apartments of the
unfortunate Mrs. Tilney,
must be, as certainly as her memory could guide her,
exactly over this suspected range of cells, and the
staircaseby the side of those apartments of which she had caught
a
transientglimpse, communicating by some secret means
with those cells, might well have
favoured the barbarous
proceedings of her husband. Down that
staircase she
had perhaps been conveyed in a state of well-prepared
insensibility!
Catherine sometimes started at the
boldness of her
own surmises, and sometimes hoped or feared that she had
gone too far; but they were supported by such appearances
as made their dismissal impossible.
The side of the quadrangle, in which she supposed
the
guilty scene to be
acting, being, according to
her
belief, just opposite her own, it struck her that,
if judiciously watched, some rays of light from the
general's lamp might
glimmer through the lower windows,
as he passed to the prison of his wife; and, twice before
she stepped into bed, she stole
gently from her room to the
corresponding window in the
gallery, to see if it appeared;