Something had been said the evening before of her being shown over the house, and he now offered himself as her conductor; and though Catherine had hoped to explore it accompanied only by his daughter, it was a proposal of too much happiness in itself, under any circumstances, not to be gladly accepted; for she had been already eighteen hours in the abbey, and had seen only a few of its rooms.  The netting-box, just leisurely drawn forth, was closed with joyful haste, and she was ready to attend him in a moment.  “And when they had gone over the house, he promised himself moreover the pleasure of accompanying her into the shrubberies and garden.”  She curtsied her acquiescence.  “But perhaps it might be more agreeable to her to make those her first object.  The weather was at present favourable, and at this time of year the uncertainty was very great of its continuing so.  Which would she prefer?  He was equally at her service.  Which did his daughter think would most accord with her fair friend’s wishes?  But he thought he could discern.  Yes, he certainly read in Miss Morland’s eyes a judicious desire of making use of the present smiling weather.  But when did she judge amiss?  The abbey would be always safe and dry.  He yielded implicitly, and would fetch his hat and attend them in a moment.”  He left the room, and Catherine, with a disappointed, anxious face, began to speak of her unwillingness that he should be taking them out of doors against his own inclination, under a mistaken idea of pleasing her; but she was stopped by Miss Tilney’s saying, with a little confusion, “I believe it will be wisest to take the morning while it is so fine; and do not be uneasy on my father’s account; he always walks out at this time of day.”

Catherine did not exactly know how this was to be understood.  Why was Miss Tilney embarrassed?  Could there be any unwillingness on the general’s side to show her over the abbey?  The proposal was his own.  And was not it odd that he should always take his walk so early?  Neither her father nor Mr. Allen did so.  It was certainly very provoking.  She was all impatience to see the house, and had scarcely any curiosity about the grounds.  If Henry had been with them indeed!  But now she should not know what was picturesque when she saw it.  Such were her thoughts, but she kept them to herself, and put on her bonnet in patient discontent.

She was struck, however, beyond her expectation, by the grandeur of the abbey, as she saw it for the first time from the lawn.  The whole building enclosed a large court; and two sides of the quadrangle, rich in Gothic ornaments, stood forward for admiration.  The remainder was shut off by knolls of old trees, or luxuriant plantations, and the steep woody hills rising behind, to give it shelter, were beautiful even in the leafless month of March.  Catherine had seen nothing to compare with it; and her feelings of delight were so strong, that without waiting for any better authority, she boldly burst forth in wonder and praise.  The general listened with assenting gratitude; and it seemed as if his own estimation of Northanger had waited unfixed till that hour.