and a desire to gossip and everything to do with my oratory skills, I am perfectly convinced. Indeed, if not for Mrs Attwoodâs new bonnet, I would have had the ladiesâ undivided attention. The gentlemen I was more certain of. They had no interest in bonnets, new or otherwise, and listened in pleasing silence, broken only by an occasional snore.
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Thursday 21 February
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Having made arrangements for my absence with Langton, my pleasingly eager curate, I drove over to the abbey where I found Eleanor with her nose in a novel.
âThere is no time to read,â I said. âWe must be off to Bath.â
âMy father has had to delay our journey on account of business,â she said. âWe do not now go until Saturday, and so I thought I would start one of the books you bought for me in London.â
âI hope it is a good one, for we will need something to entertain us until we leave for Bath.â
âIt is excellent,â she said. âEven better than A Sicilan Romance . I believe it is Mrs Radcliffeâs best novel.â
I saw the cover and said, âAh, you have chosen The Mysteries of Udolpho . Excellent.â
She had only just begun, and after allowing me to catch up we read on together, becoming quickly engrossed â so much so, that we could scarcely bring ourselves to put the book down in order to eat. Poor Juliaâs trials were as nothing to Emilyâs tribulations. Sinister castles, murderers and banditti all conspired to instil terror in our heroine as she travelled through Europe, and we passed the day very pleasantly.
The evening was less pleasant. My father was at home, testy because his business had compelled him to delay our visit to Bath and expressing his dissatisfaction with his doctors and their advice that he should take the waters.
âStuff and nonsense,â he said. âBut at least some of my friends will be there.â
He did not appear to think it unfair that he had refused Eleanor the pleasure of a friend for company, for although she will have Mrs Hughes, and greatly enjoy her company, she needs companions of her own age, too. But perhaps Miss Morland . . . Though some years younger than Eleanor, I think the two of them will like each other.
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Friday 22 February
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Being eager to continue with Udolpho , Eleanor and I set out for the arbour straight after breakfast so as to escape our fatherâs notice. It was no hardship to be out of doors, the morning being sunny, and our being so well wrapped up in coats and cloaks. We were soon thrilling to the adventures of Emily and cursing the evil Montoni. We had just reached the moment where Emily, lifting the black veil, caught a glimpse of what was on the other side and fainted, when my father came into the garden.
âEleanor! I have here a note, addressed to you, from a Mr Morris. In it, he talks of the house party we held in the autumn. It is, I suppose, the purpose of the rambling note to thank you as hostess of the party, though he expresses himself badly and thinks it necessary to refer to your kindness, your beauty, your humour and your graciousness in every other sentence.â He tapped the note against his other hand and frowned, deep in thought. âMorris. Morris. I do not remember him. One of Frederickâs friends, I suppose. Did you like him?â
âYes, Father, I did,â said Eleanor, with an expression of hope.
âHe was wealthy?â asked my father.
Hope vanished.
âI think not.â
âHe has a title perhaps?â pursued my father.
âHe is the nephew of a viscount,â I put in.
âIs he?â asked my father with interest. âAnd the viscount has no sons?â
âHe has three,â said Eleanor, disdaining deceit.
âOh, in that case . . . you must write to him â I will dictate the letter â thanking him for his note but making it clear that any further communication is neither
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