Northanger Abbey eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 289 pages of information about Northanger Abbey.
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Northanger Abbey eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 289 pages of information about Northanger Abbey.

The kitchen-garden was to be next admired, and he led the way to it across a small portion of the park.

The number of acres contained in this garden was such as Catherine could not listen to without dismay, being more than double the extent of all Mr. Allen’s, as well her father’s, including church-yard and orchard.  The walls seemed countless in number, endless in length; a village of hot-houses seemed to arise among them, and a whole parish to be at work within the enclosure.  The general was flattered by her looks of surprise, which told him almost as plainly, as he soon forced her to tell him in words, that she had never seen any gardens at all equal to them before; and he then modestly owned that, “without any ambition of that sort himself —­ without any solicitude about it —­ he did believe them to be unrivalled in the kingdom.  If he had a hobby-horse, it was that.  He loved a garden.  Though careless enough in most matters of eating, he loved good fruit —­ or if he did not, his friends and children did.  There were great vexations, however, attending such a garden as his.  The utmost care could not always secure the most valuable fruits.  The pinery had yielded only one hundred in the last year.  Mr. Allen, he supposed, must feel these inconveniences as well as himself.”

“No, not at all.  Mr. Allen did not care about the garden, and never went into it.”

With a triumphant smile of self-satisfaction, the general wished he could do the same, for he never entered his, without being vexed in some way or other, by its falling short of his plan.

“How were Mr. Allen’s succession-houses worked?” describing the nature of his own as they entered them.

“Mr. Allen had only one small hot-house, which Mrs. Allen had the use of for her plants in winter, and there was a fire in it now and then.”

“He is a happy man!” said the general, with a look of very happy contempt.

Having taken her into every division, and led her under every wall, till she was heartily weary of seeing and wondering, he suffered the girls at last to seize the advantage of an outer door, and then expressing his wish to examine the effect of some recent alterations about the tea-house, proposed it as no unpleasant extension of their walk, if Miss Morland were not tired.  “But where are you going, Eleanor?  Why do you choose that cold, damp path to it?  Miss Morland will get wet.  Our best way is across the park.”

“This is so favourite a walk of mine,” said Miss Tilney, “that I always think it the best and nearest way.  But perhaps it may be damp.”

It was a narrow winding path through a thick grove of old Scotch firs; and Catherine, struck by its gloomy aspect, and eager to enter it, could not, even by the general’s disapprobation, be kept from stepping forward.  He perceived her inclination, and having again urged the plea of health in vain, was too polite to make further opposition.  He excused himself, however, from attending them:  “The rays of the sun were not too cheerful for him, and he would meet them by another course.”  He turned away; and Catherine was shocked to find how much her spirits were relieved by the separation.  The shock, however, being less real than the relief, offered it no injury; and she began to talk with easy gaiety of the delightful melancholy which such a grove inspired.

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