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3 Northanger Abbey - Read By Stephanie Poppins

by Stephanie Poppins - The Female Stoic

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Northanger Abbey is the coming-of-age story of a young woman named Catherine Morland. It is divided into two sections, Book I and Book II. The two Books differ significantly from each other in setting and, to a degree, in tone. Book I begins when the Allens, family friends of the Morlands, offer to take Catherine with them to Bath, a resort for the wealthier members of British society. The 17-year-old Catherine sees Henry Tilney at a ball and becomes interested in him. In this episode, Catherine feels overlooked. Until she meets an interesting young man...

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Welcome to Sleep Stories with Steph,

Your go-to podcast that offers you a calm and relaxing transition into a great night's sleep.

It is time to relax and fully let go.

There is nothing you need to be doing now,

And nowhere you need to go.

Close your eyes and feel yourself sink into the support beneath you and let all the worries of the day drift away.

This is your time and your space.

Take a deep breath in through your nose and let it out with a long sigh.

There is nothing you need to be doing now,

And nowhere you need to go.

Happy listening.

Chapter Two Continued Everybody was shortly in motion for tea,

And Catherine and Mrs.

Allen must squeeze out like the rest.

Catherine began to feel something of disappointment.

She was tired of being continually pressed against by such people who,

The genuality of their faces possessed nothing to interest,

And with all of whom she was so wholly unacquainted that she could not relieve the irksomeness of imprisonment by the exchange of a syllable with any of her fellow captives.

And when at last,

Arrived at the tea room,

She felt yet more the awkwardness of having no party to join,

No acquaintance to claim,

No gentleman to assist them.

They saw nothing of Mr.

Allen,

And after looking about them in vain for a more eligible situation,

They were obliged to sit down at the end of a table in which a large party were already placed,

Without having anything to do there,

Or anybody to speak to,

Except each other.

Mrs.

Allen congratulated herself as soon as they were seated,

On having preserved her gown from injury.

It would have been very shocking to have it torn,

Said she,

Would it not?

It's such a delicate muslin.

For my part,

I have not seen any I like so well in the whole room,

I assure you.

How uncomfortable it is,

Whispered Catherine,

Not to have a single acquaintance here.

Yes,

My dear,

Replied Mrs.

Allen,

With perfect serenity,

It's very uncomfortable indeed.

What shall we do?

The gentlemen and ladies at this table look as if they wondered why we came here.

We seem forcing ourselves into their party.

Ay,

So we do.

That is very disagreeable.

I wish we had a large acquaintance here.

I wish we had any.

It would be somebody to go to.

Very true,

My dear,

And if we knew anybody,

We would join them directly.

The Skinners were here last year,

I wish they were here now.

Had we not,

Better go away as it is.

Here are no tea things for us,

You see.

No more there are indeed.

How very provoking.

But I think we'd better sit still,

For one gets so tumbled in such a crowd.

How is my head,

My dear?

Somebody gave me a push that's hurt it,

I'm afraid.

No indeed,

Said Catherine,

It looks very nice,

But dear Mrs.

Allen,

Are you sure there's nobody you know in all this multitude of people?

I think you must know somebody.

I don't,

Upon my word.

I wish I did.

I wish I had a large acquaintance here with all my heart,

And then I should get you a partner.

I should be so glad to have you dance.

There goes a strange-looking woman.

What an odd gown she's got on.

How old-fashioned it is.

Look at the back.

After some time they received an offer of tea from one of their neighbours.

It was thankfully accepted,

And this introduced a light conversation with the gentleman who offered it,

Which was the only time that anybody spoke to them during the whole evening,

Till they were recovered and joined by Mr.

Allen when the dance was over.

Well,

Miss Morland,

He said directly,

I hope you have had an agreeable ball.

Very agreeable indeed,

She replied,

Vainly endeavouring to hide a great yawn.

I wish she'd been able to dance,

Said his wife.

I wish we could have got a partner for her.

I've been saying how glad I should be if the Skinners were here this winter instead of last,

Or if the Parrys had come,

As they talked of once.

She might have danced with George Parry.

I'm so sorry Catherine has not had a partner.

We shall do better another evening,

I hope,

Was Mr.

Allen's consolation.

The company began to disperse when the dancing was over,

Enough to leave space for the remainder to walk about in some comfort.

And now was the time for a heroine,

Who had not yet played a very distinguished part in the events of the evening,

To be noticed and admired.

Every five minutes,

By removing some of the crowd,

Gave greater openings for her charms.

Catherine was now seen by many young men who had not been near her before.

Not one,

However,

Started with rapturous wonder on beholding her.

No whisper of eager enquiry ran round the room.

Nor was she once called a divinity by anybody.

Yet Catherine was in very good looks,

And had the company only seen her three years before,

They would now have thought her exceedingly handsome.

She was looked at,

However,

And with some admiration,

For in her own hearing two gentlemen pronounced her to be a pretty girl.

Such words had their due effect.

Catherine immediately thought the evening pleasanter than she'd found it before.

Her humble vanity was contented.

She felt more obliged to the two young men for this simple praise than a true quality heroine would have been for fifteen sonnets in celebrations of her charms.

And went to her chair in good humour with everybody,

And perfectly satisfied with her share of public attention.

Every morning now brought its regular duties.

Shops were to be visited,

Some new part of the town to be looked at,

And the pump room to be attended where they paraded up and down for an hour looking at everybody and speaking to no one.

The wish of a numerous acquaintance in Bath was still uppermost with Mrs.

Allen,

And she repeated it after every fresh proof which every morning brought of her knowing nobody at all.

They made their appearance in the lower rooms,

And here fortune was more favourable to our heroine.

The master of the ceremonies introduced her to a very gentleman-like young man.

His name was Tilney.

He seemed to be about four or five and twenty,

Was rather tall,

Had a pleasing countenance,

A very intelligent and lively eye,

And if not quite handsome,

Was very near it.

His address was good,

And Catherine felt herself in high luck.

There was little leisure for speaking while they danced,

But when they were seated at tea she found him as agreeable as she had already given him credit for being.

He talked with fluency in spirit,

And there was an archness and pleasantry in his manner which interested,

Though it was hardly understood by her.

After chatting some time on such manners as naturally arose from the objects around them,

He suddenly addressed her with,

I have hitherto been very remiss,

Madam,

In the proper attentions of a partner here.

I have not yet asked you how long you've been in Bath,

Whether you were ever here before,

Whether you have been at the upper rooms,

The theatre and the concert,

And how you like the place altogether.

I have been very negligent,

But are you now at leisure to satisfy me in these particulars?

If you are,

I will begin directly.

You need not give yourself that trouble,

Sir.

No trouble,

I assure you,

Madam.

Then forming his features into a set smile,

And effectively softening his voice,

He added,

With a simpering air,

Have you been long in Bath,

Madam?

About a week,

Sir,

Replied Catherine,

Trying not to laugh.

Really?

With affected astonishment.

Why should you be surprised,

Sir?

Why,

Indeed,

Said he in his natural tone,

But some emotion must appear to be raised by your reply,

And surprise is more easily assumed and not less reasonable than any other.

Now let us get on.

Were you never here before,

Madam?

Never,

Sir.

Indeed?

Have you ever honoured the upper rooms?

Yes,

Sir,

I was there last Monday.

Have you been to the theatre?

Yes,

Sir,

I was at the play on Tuesday.

To the concert?

Yes,

Sir,

On Wednesday.

And are you altogether pleased with Bath?

I like it very well.

Now I must give you one smirk,

And then we may be rational again,

Said he.

Catherine turned away her head,

Not knowing whether she might venture to laugh.

I see what you think of me,

Said he gravely.

I shall but make a poor figure in your journal tomorrow.

My journal?

Yes,

I know exactly what you will say.

Friday,

Went to the lower rooms,

Wore my sprit-muzzling robe with blue trimmings,

Plain black shoes,

Appeared to much advantage,

But was strangely harassed by a queer,

Half-witted man who would make me dance with him and distressed me by his nonsense.

Indeed,

I shall say no such thing.

Shall I tell you what you ought to say?

If you please.

I danced with a very agreeable young man,

Introduced by Mr King,

Had a great deal of conversation with him.

He seems a most extraordinary genius.

I hope I may know more of him.

That,

Madam,

Is what I wish you to say.

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Becka

May 12, 2025

Delightful banter at the end there— so sweet. Thank you for reading, Steph!🙏🏼❤️

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