Her fearful curiosity was every moment growing greater;and seizing,with trembling hands,the hasp of the lock,she resolved at all hazards to satisfy herself at least as to its contents.With difficulty,for something seemed to resist her efforts,she raised the lid a few inches;but at that moment a sudden knocking at the door of the room made her,starting,quit her hold,and the lid closed with alarming violence.This ill timed intruder was Miss Tilney's maid,sent by her mistress to be of use to Miss Morland;and though Catherine immediately dismissed her,it recalled her to the sense of what she ought to be doing,and forced her,in spite of her anxious desire to penetrate this mystery,to proceed in her dressing without further delay.Her progress was not quick,for her thoughts and her eyes were still bent on the object so well calculated to interest and alarm;and though she dared not waste a moment upon a second attempt,she could not remain many paces from the chest.At length,however,having slipped one arm into her gown,her toilette seemed so nearly finished,that the impatience of her curiosity might safely be indulged.One moment surely might be spared;and,so desperate should be the exertion of her strength,that,unless secured by supernatural means,the lid in one moment should be thrown back.With this spirit she sprang forward,and her confidence did not deceive her.Her resolute effort threw back the lid,and gave to her astonished eyes the view of a white cotton counterpane,properly folded,reposing at one end of the chest in undisputed possession!
She was gazing on it with the first blush of surprise,when Miss Tilney,anxious for her friend's being ready,entered the room,and to the rising shame of having harboured for some minutes an absurd expectation,was then added the shame of being caught in so idle a search.‘That is a curious old chest,is not it?’said Miss Tilney,as Catherine hastily closed it and turned away to the glass.‘It is impossible to say how many generations it has been here.How it came to be first put in this room I know not,but I have not had it moved,because I thought it might sometimes be of use in holding hats and bonnets.The worst of it is that its weight makes it difficult to open.In that corner,however,it is at least out of the way.’
Catherine had no leisure for speech,being at once blushing,tying her gown,and forming wise resolutions with the most violent dispatch.Miss Tilney gently hinted her fear of being late;and in half a minute they ran downstairs together,in an alarm not wholly unfounded,for General Tilney was pacing the drawing room,his watch in his hand,and having,on the very instant of their entering,pulled the bell with violence,ordered ‘Dinner to be on table directly!’
Catherine trembled at the emphasis with which he spoke,and sat pale and breathless,in a most humble mood,concerned for his children,and detesting old chests;and the General recovering his politeness as he looked at her,spent the rest of his time in scolding his daughter,for so foolishly hurrying her fair friend,who was absolutely out of breath from haste,when there was not the least occasion for hurry in the world:but Catherine could not at all get over the double distress of having involved her friend in a lecture and been a great simpleton herself,till they were happily seated at the dinner table,when the General's complacent smiles,and a good appetite of her own,restored her to peace.The dining parlour was a noble room,suitable in its dimensions to a much larger drawing room than the one in common use,and fitted up in a style of luxury and expense which was almost lost on the unpractised eye of Catherine,who saw little more than its spaciousness and the number of their attendants.Of the former,she spoke aloud her admiration,and the General,with a very gracious countenance,acknowledged that it was by no means an ill sized room;and further confessed,that,though as careless on such subjects as most people,he did look upon a tolerably large eating room as one of the necessaries of life;he supposed,however,‘that she must have been used to much better sized apartments at Mr Allen's ?’
‘No,indeed,’was Catherine's honest assurance;‘Mr Allen's dining parlour was not more than half as large:’and she had never seen so large a room as this in her life.The General's good humour increased. Why,as he had such rooms,he thought it would be simple not to make use of them;but,upon his honour,he believed there might be more comfort in rooms of only half their size.Mr Allen's house,he was sure,must be exactly of the true size for rational happiness.
The evening passed without any further disturbance,and,in the occasional absence of General Tilney,with much positive cheerfulness.It was only in his presence that Catherine felt the smallest fatigue from her journey;and even then,even in moments of languor or restraint,a sense of general happiness preponderated,and she could think of her friends in Bath without one wish of being with them.
