The following day, Catherine felt rather tired. She did not feel like having a long walk through the grounds, so Henry suggested that they simply sit on a stone bench under a tree in order to benefit from the sunlight and the warm breeze. Catherine was very happy and touched by this sweet attention. But her strange experience from the preceeding night, as well as her dreams, or rather nightmares, kept haunting her. In broad daylight and educated company, she felt a little silly about her terror from the previous night, without yet managing to make herself completely at ease. She finally decided to try to know more about the supposed ghost she thought she had heard. As she knew that talking about the old wing was never done in the Abbey, because of Henry's mother accident, and anyway, mentioning it would be admitting to having done something forbidden, she finally asked:
"When we were coming to Northanger Abbey, you said that the house held secrets."
"Did I? And have you discovered any dreadful revelation yet?"
Catherine shuddered, but her answer was calm. "No. But I'd like to know what you meant."
"I think that shall have to remain a secret, miss Morland. A secret, once explained, loses all of its charms and all of its danger to him. Why don't you imagine the worst thing you can, and write your own gothic romance about it?"
Catherine thought to herself: "Well, I'm already imagining far worst than you could imagine... But I shall not tell you about it. Let it be my secret."
Henry continued: "Northanger Abbey would make a very good title, do not you think?"
"Now you are mocking me." Catherine complained. After a pause, she added: "But I cannot help feeling that this house is not a happy one. You once said that you envy me my happy childhood. That there is no envy or jealousy between my siblings and I. I feel no such thing between you and Eleanor either. And yet, you seemed very genuine when you talked about it."
"Indeed, this has never really been a happy house, ever since my mother died." He paused for a few moments, and added nostalgically: "And even before then."
Henry did not develop further and Catherine felt that he would not, should she even urge him to. She decided to drop the matter, but Henry spoke again: "My sister is not happy. I trust you remember Mr Charles Collins. He is a rich neighbour of the Abbey and a good friend of mine, and he is a lot more than that to my sister. But our father has refused to sanction the match. He has a very strong dislike about his father, even tho' neither Eleanor nor I could ever understand why. And yet, Eleanor must marry the heir to a rich estate."
"And you?" Catherine felt compelled to ask.
"Well, if I am to retain my father's favour, I must marry a fortune too."
"And shall you?" She uttered faintly.
He smiled: "I always hoped I would be lucky, and the girl I would fall in love with would come with a fortune attached."
"And... if she should not?"
Henry looked perplexed for a second. Then, he replied with his usual enigmatic smile: "Then, that would be a very stern test of my character."
Eleanor then came with a bunch of letters, and said that she was willing to take advantage of the weather to walk to the village in order to post them. Catherine still felt too tired for such a long walk, but she also felt guilty that Henry should miss it for her sake. She insisted so much upon his accompanying his sister that he finally surrendered and went away.
Catherine thus found herself alone and decided to explore the Abbey on her own, or at least, the authorized part of it. After all, she had entered the old wing, hoping to find the key matching the old chest, but perhaps this key was to be found in some other room. After half an hour of wandering from parlours to chambers, she arrived in the servants corridor. She knew that she should not be here and was turning away when some kind of brief shimmer caught her attention. At the other end of the corridor stood a maid. She was putting an item in her pocket. Catherine did not have much time to observe it, but it seemed to be a golden ring decorated with a huge emerald. Catherine was shocked for a moment. How could a servant possess such an item? Was it stolen? Then, she realised that only Eleanor might wear such expensive jewels in the Abbey, and she possessed nothing of the sort. At such a distance, perhaps she had been mistaken. Perhaps it was just a normal-sized ring the maid had inherited from her grand-mother or a remote uncle. Anyway, Catherine hurried away in order to make sure not to bother the servants.
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The Mystery of Northanger Abbey
Ficção HistóricaWhat if Catherine Morland was actually onto something? What if her Gothic novels had actually prepared her to encounter the atrocities of the real world? What if General Tilney's crimes were much worse than just being a snob and a heartless social c...