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The househt o'clock the next day was the sound which first roused Catherine; and she opened her eyes, wondering that they could ever have been closed, on objects of cheerfulness; her fire was already burning, and a bright ht Instantaneously, with the consciousness of existence, returned her recollection of thefroerly collected every scattered sheet which had burst froround, and flew back to enjoy the luxury of their perusal on her pillow She now plainly saw that she enerality of what she had shuddered over in books, for the roll, seeether but of trifling size, and reedy eye glanced rapidly over a page She started at its import Could it be possible, or did not her senses play her false?

An inventory of linen, in coarse and modern characters, seeht be trusted, she held a washing-bill in her hand She seized another sheet, and saw the same articles with little variation; a third, a fourth, and a fifth presented nothing new Shirts, stockings, cravats, and waistcoats faced her in each Two others, penned by the sa, in letters, hair-powder, shoe-string, and breeches-ball And the larger sheet, which had enclosed the rest, seemed by its first cramp line, "To poultice chestnut mare"--a farrier's bill! Such was the collection of papers (left perhaps, as she could then suppose, by the negligence of a servant in the place whence she had taken them) which had filled her with expectation and alarht's rest! She felt humbled to the dust Could not the adventure of the chest have taught her wisdo her eye as she lay, see could now be clearer than the absurdity of her recent fancies To suppose that a enerations back could have remained undiscovered in a room such as that, so modern, so habitable!--Or that she should be the first to possess the skill of unlocking a cabinet, the key of which was open to all!

How could she have so imposed on herself? Heaven forbid that Henry Tilney should ever know her folly! And it was in a great , for had not the cabinet appeared so exactly to agree with his description of her adventures, she should never have felt the smallest curiosity about it This was the only coet rid of those hateful evidences of her folly, those detestable papers then scattered over the bed, she rose directly, and folding them up as nearly as possible in the same shape as before, returned them to the same spot within the cabinet, with a very hearty wish that no untoward accident race her even with herself