Jonty Claypole

she becomes sort of ridiculously scared of what she sees as the sort of gothicness of the house.

And Monomire has this exact same quality.

And I'll just read a little bit from the passage to end this.

So here is Monomire in her little turret where she's hidden away from Lady Ryland.

And there's a storm one night and she takes a candle.

So one of these candles she now lit and endeavoured to sit down to read.

But the violence of the wind, which she fancied at every moment, increased and the flashes of lightning, which she saw through her narrow casement, to which there was no shutter, distracted her attention.

And she could only sit in miserable anxiety, listening to the various noises which in such a tempestuous night are heard around an old building.

and especially such a part of it as she inhabited, where, around the octagon tower of turret, the wind roared with violence from every point, while in the long passages which led from thence to her aunt's apartments, it seemed yet more enraged from being confined.

She now traversed her small room with fearful steps, now sat down on her bed near the door that she might the more readily hear Orlando, if he should come."

So it goes on this scene.

But that could be Catherine Morland in Northanger Abbey.

And of course, it's like Fanny Price in the East Room, which is the room in Mansfield Park, the sort of unloved, unwanted room that she's taken over as her own.

So the final thing I want to say about Charlotte Smith is you've talked earlier about Jane Austen as a radical voice.

And

It's quite confronting to think about that.

I think many people think of Jane Austen.

It's often said that she's the kind of polite Tory.

She's the voice of conservatism in literature.

But, you know, as we know, that's not the case.