 CHAPTER III The castle was buried in sleep when Ferdinand again joined his sister in Madame's apartment. With anxious curiosity they followed him to the chamber. The room was hung with tapestry. Ferdinand carefully sounded the wall which communicated with southern buildings. From one part of it a sound was returned, which convinced him there was something less solid than stone. He removed the tapestry, and behind it appeared to his inexpressible satisfaction a small door. With a hand trembling through eagerness he unthrew the bolts and was rushing forward when he perceived that a lock withheld his passage. The keys of Madame and his sisters were applied in vain, and he was compelled to submit to disappointment at the very moment when he congratulated himself on success, for he had with him no means of forcing the door. He stood gazing on the door and inwardly lamenting when a low hollow sound was heard from beneath. Emilia and Julia seized his arm, and almost sinking with apprehension, listened in profound silence. A footstep was distinctly heard, as if passing through the apartment below, after which all was still. Ferdinand, fired by this confirmation of the late report, rushed on to the door and again tried to burst his way, but it resisted all the efforts of his strength. The ladies now rejoiced in that circumstance which they so lately lamented, for the sounds had renewed their terror, and though the night passed without further disturbance their fears were very little abated. Ferdinand, whose mind was wholly occupied with wonder, could with difficulty await the return of night. Emilia and Julia were scarcely less impatient. They counted the minutes as they passed, and when the family retired to rest, hastened with palpitating hearts to the apartment of Madame. They were soon after joined by Ferdinand, who brought with him tools for cutting away the lock of the door. They paused a few moments in the chamber in fearful silence, but no sound disturbed the stillness of night. Ferdinand applied a knife to the door and in a short time separated the lock. The door yielded and disclosed a large and gloomy gallery. He took a light. Emilia and Julia, fearful of remaining in the chamber, resolved to accompany him, and each seizing an arm of Madame they followed in silence. The gallery was in many parts falling to decay. The ceiling was broke and the window shutters shattered, which, together with the dampness of the walls, gave the place an air of wild desolation. They passed lightly on, for their steps ran in whispering echoes through the gallery and often did Julia cast a fearful glance around. The gallery terminated in a large old staircase, which led to a hall below. On the left appeared several doors which seemed to lead to separate apartments. While they hesitated which course to pursue, a light flashed faintly up the staircase, and in a moment after passed away. At the same time was heard the sound of a distant footstep. Ferdinand drew his sword and sprang forward. His companions, screaming with terror, ran back to Madame's apartment. Ferdinand descended a large vaulted hall. He crossed it towards a low arched door, which was left half open, and through which streamed a ray of light. The door opened upon a narrow winding passage. He entered and the light retiring was quickly lost in the windings of the place. Still he went on. The passage grew narrower, and the frequent fragments of loose stone made it now difficult to proceed. A low door closed the avenue, resembling that by which he had entered. He opened it and discovered a square room, from whence rose a winding staircase which led up the south tower of the castle. Ferdinand paused to listen. The sound of steps was ceased, and all was profoundly silent. A door on the right attracted his notice. He tried to open it, but it was fastened. He concluded therefore that the person, if indeed a human being it was that bore the light he had seen, had passed up the tower. After a momentary hesitation he determined to ascend the staircase, but its ruinous condition made this an adventure of some difficulty. The steps were decayed and broken, and the looseness of the stones rendered a footing very insecure. Impelled by an irresistible curiosity he was undismayed and began the ascent. He had not proceeded very far when the stones of a step which his foot had just quitted, loosened by his weight, gave way, and dragging with them those adjoining formed a chasm in the staircase that terrified even Ferdinand who was left tottering on the suspended half of the steps in momentary expectation of falling to the bottom with the stone on which he rested. In the terror which this occasioned he attempted to save himself by catching at a kind of a beam which projected over the stairs when the lamp dropped from his hand and he was left in total darkness. Terror now usurped the place of every other interest and he was utterly perplexed how to proceed. He feared to go on lest the steps above, as in firm as those below, should yield to his weight. To return was impracticable, for the darkness precluded the possibility of discovering a means. He determined therefore to remain in this situation till light should dawn through the narrow grates and the walls and enable him to contrive some method of letting himself down to the ground. He had remained here above an hour when he suddenly heard a voice from below. It seemed to come from the passage leading to the tower and perceptibly drew nearer. His agitation was now extreme, for he had no power of defending himself, and while he remained in this state of torturing expectation a blaze of light burst upon the staircase beneath him. In the succeeding moment he heard his own name sounded from below. His apprehensions instantly vanished, for he distinguished the voices of Madame and his sisters. They had awaited his return in all the horrors of apprehension till at length all fear for themselves was lost in their concern for him, and they, who so lately had not dared to enter this part of the edifice, now undauntedly searched it in quest of Ferdinand. What were their emotions when they discovered his perilous situation? The light now enabled him to take a more accurate survey of the place. He perceived that some few stones of the steps which had fallen still remained attached to the wall, but he feared to trust to their support only. He observed, however, that the wall itself was partly decayed, and consequently rugged with the corners of half-worn stones. On these small projections he contrived, with the assistance of the steps already mentioned, to suspend himself and at length gained the unbroken part of the stairs and safety. It is difficult to determine which individual of the party rejoiced most at this escape. The morning now dawned and Ferdinand desisted for the present from farther inquiry. The interest which these mysterious circumstances excited in the mind of Julia had withdrawn her attention from a subject more dangerous to its peace. The image of Vareza, notwithstanding, would frequently intrude upon her fancy, and, awakening the recollection of happy emotions, would call forth a sigh which all her efforts could not suppress. She loved to indulge the melancholy of her heart in the solitude of the woods. One evening she took her loot to a favorite spot on the seashore, and, resigning herself to a pleasing sadness, touched some sweet and plaintive airs. The purple flush of evening was diffused over the heavens. The sun involved in clouds of splendid and innumerable hues was setting o'er the distant waters, whose clear bosom glowed with rich reflection. The beauty of the scene, the soothing murmur of the high trees, waved by the light air which overshadowed her, and the soft shelling of the waves that flowed gently in upon the shores, insensibly sunk her mind into a state of repose. She touched the cords of her loot in sweet and wild melody and sung the following ode. Evening Evening veiled in dewy shades, slowly sinks upon the main. See the impurpled glory fades beneath her sober, chastened rain. Around her car the pensive hours, in sweet elapses meet the sight, crowned their brows with closing flowers rich with crystal doos of night. Her hands the dusky hues arrange, o'er the fine tints of parting day, insensibly the colors change and languish into soft decay. Wider o'er the waves her shadowy veil she draws, as faint they die along the distant shores. Through the still air I mark each solemn pause, each rising murmur which the wild wave pours. A browner shadow spreads upon the air, and o'er the scene a pensive grandeur throws, the rocks, the woods, a wilder beauty wear, and the deep waves and softer music flows. And now the distant view where vision fails, twilight and gray obscurity, prevade. Tint following tint, each darkening object veils, till all the landscape sinks into the shade. Offed from the airy steep of some lone hill, while sleep's the scene beneath the purple glow, and evening lives o'er all serene and still, wrapped let me view the magic world below, and catch the dying gale that swells remote, that steals the sweetness from the shepherd's flute, the distant torrent's melancholy note, and the soft warblings of the lover's lute. Still, through the deepening gloom of bowery shades, to fancy's eye fantastic forms appear, low whispering echoes steel along the glades, and thrill the ear with wildly pleasing fear. Parent of shades, of silence, dewy airs, of solemn musings and of vision wild, to thee my soul her pensive tribute bears, and hails thy gradual step, thy influence mild. Having ceased to sing, her fingers wandered over the lute in melancholy symphony, and for some moments she remained lost in the sweet sensations which the music in the scenery had inspired. She was awakened from her reverie by a sigh that stole from among the trees, and directing her eyes once it came, beheld Hippolytus, a thousand sweet and mingled emotions pressed upon her heart. Yet she scarcely dared to trust the evidence of sight. He advanced, and throwing herself at his feet. "'Soffer me,' said he, in a tremulous voice, to disclose to you the sentiments which you have inspired, and to offer you the effusions of a heart filled only with love and admiration. "'Rise, my lord,' said Julia, moving from her seat with an air of dignity. That attitude is neither becoming you to use, or me to suffer. The evening is closing, and Ferdinand will be impatient to see you.' "'Never shall I rise, madam,' replied the Count, with an impassioned air, till—' He was interrupted by the Marchioness, who at this moment entered the grove. On observing the position of the Count she was retiring. "'Stay, madam,' said Julia, almost sinking under her confusion. "'By no means,' replied the Marchioness, in a tone of irony. My presence would only interrupt a very agreeable scene. The Count, I see, is willing to pay you his earliest respects. Saying this, she disappeared, leaving Julia distressed and offended, and the Count provoked at the intrusion. She attempted to renew the subject, but Julia hastily followed the steps of the Marchioness and entered the castle. The scene she had witnessed raised in the Marchioness a tumult of dreadful emotions. Love, hatred, and jealousy raged by turns in her heart, and defied all power of control. Subjected to their alternate violence, she experienced a misery more acute than any she had yet known. Her imagination, invigorated by opposition, heightened to her the graces of Hippolytus. Her bosom glowed with more intense passion, and her brain was at length exasperated almost to madness. In Julia this sudden and unexpected interview excited a mingled emotion of love and vexation, which did not soon subside. At length, however, the delightful consciousness of Vereesa's love bore her high above every other sensation. Again the scene more brightly glowed, and again her fancy overcame the possibility of evil. During the evening a tender and timid respect distinguished the behaviour of the Count towards Julia, who, contented with the certainty of being loved, resolved to conceal her sentiments till an explanation of his abrupt departure from Mazini and subsequent absence should have dissipated the shadow of mystery which hung over this part of his conduct. She observed that the Marchenesse pursued her with steady and constant observation, and she carefully avoided affording the Count an opportunity of renewing the subject of the preceding interview which, whenever he approached her, seemed to tremble on his lips. Night returned and Ferdinand repaired to the chamber of Julia to pursue his inquiry. There he had not long remained when the strange and alarming sounds which had been heard on the preceding night were repeated. The circumstance that now sunk in terror the minds of Amelia and Julia fired with new wonder that of Ferdinand, who, seizing a light, darted through the discovered door and almost instantly disappeared. He descended into the same wild hall he had passed on the preceding night. He had scarcely reached the bottom of the staircase when a feeble light gleamed across the hall and his eye caught the glimpse of a figure retiring through the low arched door which led to the south tower. He drew his sword and rushed on. A faint sound died away along the passage, the windings of which prevented his seeing the figure he pursued. Of this, indeed, he had obtained so slight a view that he scarcely knew whether it bore the impression of a human form. The light quickly disappeared and he heard the door that opened upon the tower suddenly close. He reached it and, forcing it open, sprang forward. But the place was dark and solitary and there was no appearance of any person having passed along it. He looked up the tower and the chasm which the staircase exhibited convinced him that no human being could have passed up. He stood silent and amazed, examining the place with an eye of strict inquiry. He perceived a door which was partly concealed by hanging stairs and which till now had escaped his notice. Hope invigorated curiosity, but his expectation was quickly disappointed, for this door also was fastened. He tried in vain to force it. He knocked and a hollow sullen sound ran in echoes through the place and died away at a distance. It was evident that beyond this door were chambers of considerable extent. But after long and various attempts to reach them, he was obliged to desist. And he quitted the tower as ignorant and more dissatisfied than he had entered it. He returned to the hall which he now for the first time deliberately surveyed. It was a spacious and desolate apartment whose lofty roof rose and arches supported by pillars of black marble. The same substance inlaid the floor and formed the staircase. The windows were high and gothic. An air of proud sublimity, united with singular wildness characterized the place, at the extremity of which arose several gothic arches whose dark shade veiled in obscurity the extent beyond. On the left hand appeared two doors, each of which was fastened. And on the right the grand entrance from the courts. Ferdinand determined to explore the dark recess which terminated his view, and as he traversed the hall his imagination, affected by the surrounding scene, often multiplied the echoes of his footsteps into uncertain sounds of strange and fearful import. He reached the arches and discovered beyond a kind of inner hall of considerable extent, which was closed at the farther end by a pair of massy folding doors, heavily ornamented with carving. They were fastened by a lock and defied his utmost strength. As he surveyed the place in silent wonder a sullen groan arose from beneath the spot where he stood. His blood ran cold at the sound, but silence returning and continuing unbroken he attributed his alarm to the illusion of a fancy which terror had impregnated. He made another effort to force the door when a groan was repeated more hollow and more dreadful than the first. At this moment all his courage foresuck him. He quitted the door and hastened to the staircase which he ascended almost breathless with terror. He found Madame de Mennon and his sisters awaiting his return in the most painful anxiety, and thus disappointed in all his endeavours to penetrate the secret of these buildings, and fatigued with fruitless search he resolved to suspend further inquiry. When he related the circumstances of his late adventure the terror of Amelia and Julia was heightened to a degree that overcame every prudent consideration. Their apprehension of the Marquis's displeasure was lost in a stronger feeling, and they resolved no longer to remain in apartments which offered only terrific imagery to their fancy. Madame de Mennon, almost equally alarmed and more perplexed by this combination of strange and unaccountable circumstances, ceased to oppose their design. It was resolved, therefore, that on the following day Madame should acquaint the Marchenesse with such particulars of their late occurrence as their purpose made it necessary she should know, concealing their knowledge of the hidden door and the incidents immediately dependent on it, and that Madame should entree to change of apartments. Madame accordingly waited on the Marchenesse, the Marchenesse having listened to the account at first with surprise and afterwards with indifference, condescended to reprove Madame for encouraging superstitious belief in the minds of her young charge. She concluded with ridiculing as fanciful the circumstances related, and with refusing on account of the numerous visitants to the castle the request preferred to her. It is true the castle was crowded with visitors, the former apartments of Madame de Mennon were the only ones unoccupied, and these were in magnificent preparation for the pleasure of the Marchenesse, who was unaccustomed to sacrifice her own wishes to the comfort of those around her. She therefore treated lightly the subject which, seriously attended to, would have endangered her new plan of delight. But Amelia and Julia were too seriously terrified to obey the scruples of delicacy or to be easily repulsed. They prevailed on Ferdinand to represent the situation to the Marquis. Meanwhile Hippolytus, who had passed the night in a state of sleepless anxiety, watched with busy impatience an opportunity of more fully disclosing to Julia the passion which glowed in his heart. The first moment in which he beheld her had awakened in him an admiration which had first ripened into a sentiment more tender. He had been prevented formally declaring his passion by the circumstance which so suddenly called him to Naples. This was the dangerous illness of the Marquis de Lomeli, his near and much-valued relation. But it was a task too painful to depart in silence and he contrived to inform Julia of his sentiments in the air which she heard so sweetly sung beneath her window. When Hippolytus reached Naples the Marquis was yet living, but expired a few days after his arrival, leaving the Count heir to the small possessions which remained from the extravagance of their ancestors. The business of adjusting his rights had till now detained him from Sicily whither he came for the sole purpose of declaring his love. Here unexpected obstacles awaited him. The jealous vigilance of the Marchinesse conspired with the delicacy of Julia to withhold from him the opportunity he so anxiously sought. When Ferdinand entered upon the subject of the southern buildings to the Marquis he carefully avoided mentioning the hidden door. The Marquis listened for some time to the relation in gloomy silence but at length, assuming an air of displeasure, reprehended Ferdinand for yielding his confidence to those idle alarms which he said were the suggestions of a timid imagination. Alarms, continued he, which will readily find admittance to the weak mind of a woman, but which the firmer nature of man should disdain. Degenerate boy, is it thus you reward my care? Do I live to see my son the sport of every idle tale a woman may repeat? Learn to trust reason and your senses, and you will then be worthy of my attention. The Marquis was retiring and Ferdinand now perceived it necessary to declare that he had himself witnessed the sounds he mentioned. Pardon me, Lord, said he, in the late instance I have been just to your command. My senses have been the only evidences I have trusted. I have heard these sounds which I cannot doubt. The Marquis appeared shocked. Ferdinand perceived the change and urged the subject so vigorously that the Marquis suddenly assuming a look of grave importance commanded him to attend him in the evening in his closet. Ferdinand, in passing from the Marquis, metapolitus. He was pacing the gallery in much-seeming agitation, but observing Ferdinand he advanced to him. I am ill at heart, said he, in a melancholy tone. Assist me with your advice. We will step into this apartment where we can converse without interruption. You are not ignorant, said he, throwing himself into a chair, of the tender sentiments which your sister Julia has inspired. I entreat you by that sacred friendship which has so long united us to afford me an opportunity of pleading my passion. Her heart, which is so susceptible of other impressions, is I fear insensible to love. Procure me, however, the satisfaction of certainty upon a point where the tortures of suspense are surely the most intolerable. Your penetration, replied Ferdinand, has for once forsaken you, else you would now be spared the tortures of which you complain, for you would have discovered what I have long observed that Julia regards you with a partial eye. Do not, said Hippolitus, make disappointment more terrible by flattery. Neither suffer the partiality of friendship to mislead your judgment. Your perceptions are affected by the warmth of your feelings, and because you think I deserve her distinction, you believe I possess it. Alas, you deceive yourself, but not me. The very reverse, replied Ferdinand, tis you who deceive yourself, or rather it is the delicacy of the passion which animates you, and which will ever operate against your clear perception of a truth in which your happiness is so deeply involved. Believe me, I speak not without reason. She loves you. At these words Hippolitus started from his seat, and clasping his hands in fervent joy. Enchanting sounds, cried he, in a voice tenderly impassioned. Could I but believe ye? Could I but believe ye? This world were paradise. During this exclamation the emotions of Julia, who sat in her closet adjoining, can with difficulty be imagined. A door which opened into it from the apartment where this conversation was held was only half closed. Agitated with the pleasure this declaration excited, she yet trembled with apprehension, lest she should be discovered. She hardly dared to breathe, much less to move across the closet to the door, which opened upon the gallery, whence she might probably have escaped unnoticed, lest the sound of her step should betray her. Compelled therefore to remain where she was, she sat in a state of fearful distress, which no color of language can paint. Alas, resumed Hippolitus, I too eagerly admit the possibility of what I wish, if you mean that I should really believe you confirm your assertion by some proof. Reddly rejoined Ferdinand. The heart of Julia beat quick. When you was so suddenly called to Naples upon the illness of the Marquillomeli, I marked her conduct well, and in that read the sentiments of her heart. On the following morning I observed in her countenance a restless anxiety which I had never seen before. She watched the entrance of every person with an eager expectation which was as often succeeded by evident disappointment. At dinner your departure was mentioned. She spilt the wine she was carrying to her lips, and for the remainder of the day was spiritless and melancholy. I saw her ineffectual struggles to conceal the oppression at her heart. Since that time she has seized every opportunity of withdrawing from company. The gaiety with which she was so lately charmed, charmed her no longer. She became pensive, retired, and I often heard her singing in some lonely spot, the most moving and tender airs. Her return produced a visible and instantaneous alteration. She has now resumed her gaiety, and the soft confusion of her countenance, whenever you approach, might alone suffice to convince you of the truth of my assertion. Oh, talk for ever thus, side-hapolitus. These words are so sweet, so soothing to my soul, that I could listen till I forgot I had a wish beyond them. Yes, Ferdinand, these circumstances are not to be doubted, and conviction opens upon my mind a flow of ecstasy I never knew till now. Oh, lead me to her, that I may speak the sentiments which swell my heart. They arose when Julia, who with difficulty had supported herself, now impelled by an irresistible fear of instant discovery, rose also and moved slowly towards the gallery. The sound of her step alarmed the count, who apprehensive lest his conversation had been overheard, was anxious to be satisfied whether any person was in the closet. He rushed in and discovered Julia. She caught at a chair to support her trembling frame, and overwhelmed with mortifying sensations sunk into it and hid her face in her robe. Hippolitus threw himself at her feet and, seizing her hand, pressed it to his lips in expressive silence. Some moments passed before the confusion of either would suffer them to speak. At length recovering his voice. Can you, madam, said he, forgive this intrusion so unintentional, or will it deprive me of that esteem which I have but lately ventured to believe I possessed, and which I value more than existence itself? Oh, speak my pardon! Let me not believe that a single accident has destroyed my peace for ever. If your peace, sir, depends upon a knowledge of my esteem, said Julia in a tremulous voice, that peace is already secure. If I wished even to deny the partiality I feel, it would now be useless, and since I no longer wish this, it would also be painful. Hippolitus could only weep his thanks over the hand he still held. Be sensible, however, of the delicacy of my situation, continued she rising, and suffered me to withdraw. Saying this, she quitted the closet, leaving Hippolitus overcome with this sweet confirmation of his wishes, and Ferdinand not yet recovered from the painful surprise which the discovery of Julia had excited. He was deeply sensible of the confusion he had occasioned her, and knew that apologies would not restore the composure he had so cruelly, yet unwarily disturbed. Ferdinand awaited the hour appointed by the Marquis in impatient curiosity. The solemn air which the Marquis assumed, when he commanded him to attend, had deeply impressed his mind. As the time drew nigh, expectation increased, and every moment seemed to linger into hours. At length he repaired to the closet where he did not remain long before the Marquis entered. The same chilling solemnity marked his manner. He locked the door of the closet and seated himself adressed Ferdinand as follows. I am now going to repose in you a confidence which will severely prove the strength of your honour. But before I disclose a secret hitherto so carefully concealed and now reluctantly told, you must swear to preserve on this subject an eternal silence. If you doubt the steadiness of your discretion, now declare it, and save yourself from the infamy and the fatal consequences which may attend a breach of your oath. If, on the contrary, you believe yourself capable of a strict integrity, now accept the terms and receive the secret I offer. Ferdinand was awed by this exhortium. The impatience of curiosity was for a while suspended, and he hesitated whether he should receive the secret upon such terms. At length he signified his consent, and the Marquis arising drew his sword from the scabbard. Here, said he, offering it to Ferdinand, seal your vows, swear by this sacred pledge of honour never to repeat what I shall now reveal. Ferdinand vowed upon the sword, and raising his eyes to heaven solemnly swore. The Marquis then resumed his seat and proceeded. You are now to learn that, about a century ago, this castle was in the possession of Vincent, Third Marquis of Mazzini, my grandfather. At that time there existed an inveterate hatred between our family and that of Delacampo. I shall not now revert to the origin of the animosity or relate the particulars of the consequent feuds. Suffice it to observe that by the power of our family the Delacampos were unable to preserve their former consequence in Sicily, and they have therefore quitted it for a foreign land to live in unmolested security. To return to my subject, my grandfather, believing his life endangered by his enemy, planted spies upon him. He employed some of the numerous bandities who sought protection in his service, and, after some weeks passed, in waiting for an opportunity, they seized Henry Delacampo and brought him secretly to this castle. He was for some time confined in a close chamber of the southern buildings where he expired, by what means I shall forbear to mention. The plan had been so well conducted and the secrecy so strictly preserved that every endeavor of his family to trace the means of his disappearance proved ineffectual. Their conjectures, if they fell upon our family, were supported by no proof, and the Delacampos are to this day ignorant of the mode of his death. A rumour had prevailed long before the death of my father that the southern buildings of the castle were haunted. I disbelieved the fact and treated it accordingly. One night, when every human being of the castle except myself was retired to rest, I had such strong and dreadful proofs of the general assertion that even at this moment I cannot recollect them without horror. Let me, if possible, forget them. From that moment I foresuck those buildings. They have ever since been shut up, and the circumstance I have mentioned is the true reason why I have resided so little at the castle. Perdinant listened to this narrative in silent horror. He remembered the temerity with which he had dared to penetrate those apartments, the light and figure he had seen, and above all his situation in the staircase of the tower. Every nerve thrilled at the recollection and the terrors of remembrance almost equalled those of reality. The Marquis permitted his daughters to change their apartments, but he commanded Perdinant to tell them that, in granting their request, he consulted their ease only, and was himself by no means convinced of its propriety. They were accordingly reinstated to their former chambers, and the great room only of madam's apartments was reserved for the Marchenesse, who expressed her discontent to the Marquis in terms of mingled censure and lamentation. The Marquis privately reproved his daughters for what he had termed the idle fancies of a weak mind, and desired them no more to disturb the peace of the castle with the subject of their late fears. They received this reproof with silent submission, too much pleased with the success of their suit to be susceptible of any emotion but joy. Perdinant, reflecting on the late discovery, was shocked to learn what was now forced upon his belief that he was the descendant of a murderer. He now knew that innocent blood had been shed in the castle and that the walls were still the haunt of an unquiet spirit which seemed to call aloud for retribution on the posterity of him who had disturbed its eternal rest. Hippolytus perceived his dejection and entreated that he might participate his uneasiness, but Perdinant, who had hitherto been frank and ingenuous, was now inflexibly reserved. Forbear, said he, to urge a discovery of what I am not permitted to reveal. This is the only point upon which I conjure you to be silent, and this, even to you, I cannot explain. Hippolytus was surprised, but pressed the subject no further. Julia, though she had been extremely mortified by the circumstances attendant on the discovery of her sentiments to Hippolytus, experienced after the first shock had subsided an emotion more pleasing than painful. The late conversation had painted in strong colours the attachment of her lover. His diffidence, his slowness to perceive the effect of his merit, his succeeding rapture, when conviction was at length forced upon his mind, and his conduct upon discovering Julia, proved to her at once the delicacy and the strength of his passion, and she yielded her heart to sensations of pure and unmixed delight. She was roused from this state of visionary happiness by summons from the Marquis to attend him in the library. A circumstance so unusual surprised her, and she obeyed with trembling curiosity. She found him pacing the room in deep thought, and she had shut the door before he perceived her. The authoritative severity in his countenance alarmed her and prepared her for a subject of importance. He seated himself by her and continued a moment silent, at length steadily observing her. "'I sent for you, my child,' said he, to declare the honour which awaits you. The Duke de la Ovo has solicited your hand, an alliance so splendid was beyond my expectation. You will receive the distinction with the gratitude it claims, and prepare for the celebration of the nuptials.' This speech fell like the dart of death upon the heart of Julia. She sat motionless, stupefied and deprived of the power of utterance. The Marquis observed her consternation and mistaking its cause. I acknowledge, said he, that there is somewhat abrupt in this affair, but the joy occasioned by a distinction so unmerited on your part ought to overcome the little feminine weakness you might otherwise indulge. Retire and compose yourself and observe," continued he in a stern voice. This is no time for finesse. These words roused Julia from her state of horrid stupefaction. "'Oh, sir,' said she, throwing herself at his feet, for bear to enforce authority upon a point where to obey you would be worse than death. If indeed to obey you were possible,' Cease said the Marquis, this effectation and practice that becomes you. "'Pardon me, my lord,' she replied. My distress is alas, unfaigned. I cannot love the duke.' "'Away,' interrupted the Marquis, nor tempt my rage with objections thus childish and absurd. "'Yet hear me, my lord,' said Julia, tears swelling in her eyes, and pity the sufferings of a child who never till this moment has dared dispute your commands.' "'Nor shall she now,' said the Marquis. "'What, when wealth, honour, and distinction are laid at my feet, shall they be refused because a foolish girl, a very baby who knows not good from evil, cries, and says she cannot love? Let me not think of it. My just anger may, perhaps, outrun discretion, and tempt me to chastise your folly. Attend to what I say, accept the duke, or quit this castle for ever, and wander where you will.' Saying this he burst away and Julia, who had hung weeping upon his knees, fell prostrate upon the floor. The violence of the fall completed the effect of her distress and she fainted. In this state she remained a considerable time. When she recovered her senses the recollection of her calamity burst upon her mind with a force that almost again overwhelmed her. She at length raised herself from the ground and moved towards her own apartment, but had scarcely reached the Great Gallery when Hippolytus entered it. Her trembling limbs would no longer support her. She caught it a banister to save herself, and Hippolytus, with all his speed, was scarcely in time to prevent her falling. The pale distress exhibited in her countenance terrified him, and he anxiously inquired at concerning it. She could answer him only with her tears, which she found it impossible to suppress, and gently disengaging herself tottered to her closet. Hippolytus followed her to the door, but desisted from further importunity. He pressed her hand to his lips in tender silence, and withdrew, surprised and alarmed. Julia, resigning herself to despair, indulged in solitude the excess of her grief. A calamity so dreadful as the present had never before presented itself to her imagination. The Union proposed would have been hateful to her even if she had no prior attachment. What then must have been her distress when she had given her heart to him who deserved all her admiration, and returned all her affection? The Duke de Lo Ovo was of a character very similar to that of the Marquis. The love of power was his ruling passion. With him no gentle or generous sentiment milliorated the harshness of authority, or directed it to acts of beneficence. He delighted in simple undisguised tyranny. He had been twice married and the unfortunate women subjected to his power had fallen victims to the slow but corroding hand of sorrow. He had one son, who some years before had escaped the tyranny of his father, and had not been since heard of. At the late festival the Duke had seen Julia, and her beauty made so strong an impression upon him that he had been induced now to solicit her hand. The Marquis delighted with the prospect of a connection so flattering to his favourite passion, readily granted his consent and immediately sealed it with a promise. Julia remained for the rest of the day shut up in her closet where the tender efforts of Madame and Amelia were exerted to soften her distress. Towards the close of evening Ferdinand entered. Hippolytus, shocked at her absence, had requested him to visit her to alleviate his affliction and, if possible, to discover his cause. Ferdinand, who tenderly loved his sister, was alarmed by the words of Hippolytus and immediately sought her. Her eyes were swelled with weeping and her countenance was but too expressive of the state of her mind. Ferdinand's distress, when told of his father's conduct, was scarcely less than her own. He had pleased himself with the hope of uniting the sister of his heart with a friend whom he loved. An act of cruel authority now dissolved the fairy dream of happiness which his fancy had formed and destroyed the peace of those most dear to him. He sat for a long time silent and dejected. At length, starting from his melancholy reverie, he bathed Julia good night and returned to Hippolytus, who was waiting for him with anxious impatience in the North Hall. Ferdinand dreaded the effect of that despair which the intelligence he had to communicate would produce in the mind of Hippolytus. He revolved some means of softening the dreadful truth, but Hippolytus, quick to apprehend the evil which love taught him to fear, seized at once upon the reality. Tell me all, said he in a tone of assumed firmness, I am prepared for the worst. Ferdinand related the decree of the Marquis, and Hippolytus soon sunk into an excess of grief which defied as much as it required the powers of alleviation. Julia, at length, retired to her chamber, but the sorrow which occupied her mind withheld the blessings of sleep. Distracted and restless she arose, and gently opened the window of her apartment. The night was still, and not a breath disturbed the surface of the waters. The moon shed a mild radiance over the waves, which, in gentle undulations, flowed upon the sands. The scene insensibly tranquilized her spirits. A tender and pleasing melancholy diffused itself over her mind, and as she mused she heard the dashing of distant oars. Presently she perceived upon the light surface of the sea a small boat, the sound of the oars ceased, and a solemn strain of harmony, such as fancy wafs from the abodes of the blessed, stole upon the silence of night. A chorus of voices now swelled upon the air, and died away at a distance. In the strain Julia recollected the midnight hymn to the virgin, and holy enthusiasm filled her heart. The chorus was repeated, accompanied by a solemn striking of oars. A sigh of ecstasy stole from her bosom. Silence returned. The divine melody she had heard calmed the tumult of her mind, and she sunk in sweet repose. She arose in the morning refreshed by light slumbers, but the recollection of her sorrows soon returned with new force, and sickening faintness overcame her. In this situation she received a message from the Marquis to attend him instantly. She obeyed, and he bade her prepare to receive the duke, who that morning proposed to visit the castle. He commanded her to attire herself richly, and to welcome him with smiles. Julia submitted in silence. She saw the Marquis was inflexibly resolved, and she withdrew to indulge the anguish of her heart, and prepare for the detested interview. The clock had struck twelve when a flourish of trumpets announced the approach of the duke. The heart of Julia sunk at the sound, and she threw herself on a sofa, overwhelmed with bitter sensations. Here she was soon disturbed by a message from the Marquis. She arose and tenderly embracing Amelia, their tears for some moments flowed together. At length, summoning all her fortitude, she descended to the hall, where she was met by the Marquis. He led her to the saloon in which the duke sat, with whom having conversed a short time, he withdrew. The emotion of Julia at this instant was beyond anything she had before suffered. But by a sudden and strange exertion of fortitude, which the force of desperate calamity sometimes affords us, but which inferior sorrow toils after in vain, she recovered her composure and resumed her natural dignity. For a moment she wandered at herself, and she formed the dangerous resolution of throwing herself upon the generosity of the duke by acknowledging her reluctance to the engagement and soliciting him to withdraw his suit. The duke approached her with an air of proud condensation and taking her hand placed himself beside her. Having paid some formal and general compliments to her beauty, he proceeded to profess himself her admirer. She listened for some time to his professions, and when he appeared willing to hear her, she addressed him. I am justly sensible, my lord, of the distinction you offer me, and must lament that respectful gratitude is the only sentiment I can return. Nothing can more strongly prove my confidence in your generosity than when I confess to you that parental authority urges me to give my hand whither my heart cannot accompany it. She paused. The duke continued silent. Tis you only, my lord, who can release me from a situation so distressing, and to your goodness and justice I appeal, certain that necessity will excuse the singularity of my conduct, and that I shall not appeal in vain. The duke was embarrassed, a flush of pride overspread his countenance, and he seemed endeavouring to stifle the feelings that swelled his heart. I had been prepared, madam, said he, to expect a very different reception, and had certainly no reason to believe that the duke de lo Ovo was likely to sue in vain. Since, however, madam, you acknowledge that you have already disposed of your affections, I shall certainly be very willing, if the marquis will release me from our mutual engagements, to resign you to a more favoured lover. Pardon me, my lord, said Julia, blushing. Suffer me, too. I am not easily deceived, madam, interrupted the duke. Your conduct can be attributed only to the influence of a prior attachment, and though for so young a lady such a circumstance is somewhat extraordinary, I have certainly no right to arraign your choice. Permit me to wish you a good morning. He bowed low and quitted the room. Julia now experienced a new distress. She dreaded the resentment of the marquis when he should be informed of her conversation with the duke, of whose character she now judged too justly not to repent the confidence she had reposed in him. The duke, unquitting Julia, went to the marquis with whom he remained in conversation some hours. When he had left the castle the marquis sent for his daughter and poured forth his resentment with all the violence of threats and all the acrimony of contempt. So severely did he ridicule the idea of her disposing of her heart, and so dreadfully did he denounce vengeance on her disobedience that she scarcely thought herself safe in his presence. She stood trembling and confused and hurt his reproaches without the power to reply. At length the marquis informed her that the nuptials would be solemnized on a third day from the present, and as he quitted the room a flood of tears came to her relief and saved her from fainting. Julia passed the remainder of the day in her closet with Amelia. Knight returned but brought her no peace. She sat long after the departure of Amelia, and to beguile recollection she selected a favourite author, endeavouring to revive those sensations his page had once excited. She opened to a passage, the tender sorrow of which was applicable to her own situation, and her tears flowed wean. Her grief was soon suspended by apprehension. Hitherto a deadly silence had reigned through the castle, interrupted only by the wind, whose low sound crept at intervals through the galleries. She now thought she heard a footstep near her door, but presently all was still, and she believed she had been deceived by the wind. The succeeding moment, however, convinced her of her error, for she distinguished the low whisperings of some persons in the gallery. Her spirits, all already weakened by sorrow, deserted her. She was seized within a universal terror, and presently afterwards a low voice called her from without, and the door was opened by Ferdinand. She shrieked and fainted. On recovering she found herself supported by Ferdinand and Hippolytus, who had stolen this moment of silence and security to regain admittance to her presence. Hippolytus came to urge a proposal which despair only could have suggested. Fly, said he, from the authority of a father who abuses his power, and assert the liberty of choice which nature assigned you, let the desperate situation of my hopes plead excuse for the apparent boldness of this address, and let the man who exists but for you be the means of saving you from destruction. Alas, madam, you are silent, and perhaps I have forfeited by this proposal the confidence I so lately flattered myself I possessed. If so, I will submit to my fate in silence, and will to-morrow quit a scene which presents only images of distrust to my mind. Ferdinand could speak but with her tears. A variety of strong and contending emotions struggled at her breast, and suppressed the power of utterance. Ferdinand seconded the proposal of the Count. It is unnecessary, my sister, said he, to point out the misery which awaits you here. I love you too well tamely to suffer you to be sacrificed to ambition, and to a passion still more hateful. I now glory in calling Hippolitus my friend. Let me ere long receive him as a brother. I can give no stronger testimony of my esteem for his character than in the wish I now express. Believe me, he has a heart worthy of your acceptance. A heart noble and expansive as your own. Ah, cease, said Julia, to dwell upon a character of whose worth I am fully sensible. Your kindness and his merit can never be forgotten by her whose misfortunes you have so generously suffered to interest you. She paused in silent hesitation. A sense of delicacy made her hesitate upon the decision which her heart so warmly prompted. If she fled with Hippolitus, she would avoid one evil and encounter another. She would escape the dreadful destiny awaiting her, but must, perhaps, sully the purity of her reputation, which was dearer to her than existence. In a mind like hers exquisitely susceptible of the pride of honour, this fear was able to counteract every other consideration and to keep her intentions in a state of painful suspense. She sighed deeply and continued silent. Hippolitus was alarmed by the calm distress which her countenance exhibited. Oh, Julia, said he, relieve me from this dreadful suspense. Speak to me. Explain this silence. She looked mournfully upon him. Her lips moved, but no sounds were uttered. As he repeated his question, she waved her hand and sunk back in her chair. She had not fainted but continued some time in a state of stupor not less alarming. The importance of the present question operating upon her mind already harassed by distress had produced a temporary suspension of reason. Hippolitus hung over her in an agony not to be described, and Ferdinand vainly repeated her name. At length, uttering a deep sigh, she raised herself and, like one awakened from a dream, gazed around her. Hippolitus thanked God fervently in his heart. Tell me but that you are well, said he, and that I may dare to hope, and we will leave you to repose. My sister, said Ferdinand, consult only your own wishes and leave the rest to me. Suffer a confidence in me to dissipate the doubts with which you are agitated. Ferdinand, said Julia emphatically, how shall I express the gratitude your kindness has excited? Your gratitude, said he, shall be best shown in consulting your own wishes. For be assured that whatever procures your happiness will most effectively establish mine. Do not suffer the prejudices of education to render you miserable. Believe me, that a choice which involves the happiness or misery of your whole life ought to be decided only by yourself. Let us forbear for the present, said Hippolitus, to urge the subject. This is necessary for you, addressing Julia, and I will not suffer a selfish consideration any longer to withhold you from it. Grant me but this request that at this hour tomorrow night I may return hither to receive my doom. Julia, having consented to receive Hippolitus and Ferdinand, they quitted the closet. In turning into the grand gallery they were surprised by the appearance of a light which gleamed upon the wall that terminated their view. It seemed to proceed from a door which opened upon a back staircase. They pushed on, but it almost instantly disappeared, and upon the staircase all was still. They then separated and retired to their apartments, somewhat alarmed by this circumstance which induced them to suspect that their visit to Julia had been observed. Julia passed the night in broken slumbers and anxious consideration. When her present decision hung the crisis of her fate, her consciousness of the influence of Hippolitus over her heart made her fear to indulge its predilection, by trusting to her own opinion of its fidelity. She shrunk from the disgraceful idea of an elopement, yet she saw no means of avoiding this, but by rushing upon the fate so dreadful to her imagination. On the following night when the inhabitants of the castle were retired to rest, Hippolitus, whose expectation had lengthened the hours into ages, accompanied by Ferdinand, revisited the closet. Julia, who had known no interval of rest since they last left her, received them with much agitation. The vivid glow of health had fled her cheek, and was succeeded by a languid delicacy less beautiful but more interesting. To the eager enquiries of Hippolitus she returned no answer, but faintly smiling through her tears, presented him her hand, and covered her face with her robe. I receive it, cried he, as the pledge of my happiness, yet let your voice ratify the gift. If the present concession does not sink me in your esteem, said Julia in a low tone, this hand is yours. The concession, my love, for by that tender name I may now call you, would, if possible, raise you in my esteem. But since that has been long incapable of addition, it can only heighten my opinion of myself and increase my gratitude to you, gratitude which I will endeavour to show by an anxious care of your happiness, and by the tender affections of a whole life. From this blessed moment, continued he, in a voice of rapture, lit me in thought to hail you as my wife. From this moment let me banish every vestige of sorrow, let me dry those tears, gently pressing her cheek with his lips, never to spring again. The gratitude and joy which Ferdinand expressed upon this occasion united with the tenderness of Hippolitus to soothe the agitated spirits of Julia, and she gradually recovered her complacency. They now arranged their plan of escape, in the execution of which no time was to be lost, since the nuptials with the Duke were to be solemnised on the day after the morrow. Their scheme, whatever it was that should be adopted, they therefore resolved to execute on the following night. But when they descended from the first warmth of enterprise to my neuter examination they soon found the difficulties of the undertaking. The keys of the castle were kept by Robert, the confidential servant of the Marquis, who every night deposited them in an iron chest in his chamber. To obtain them by his stratagem seemed impossible, and Ferdinand feared to tamper with the honesty of this man, who had been many years in the service of the Marquis. Dangerous as was the attempt, no other alternative appeared, and they were therefore compelled to rest all their hopes upon the experiment. It was settled that if the keys could be procured Ferdinand and Apolitus should meet Julia in the closet, that they should convey her to the seashore from whence a boat, which was to be kept in waiting, would carry them to the opposite coast of Calibria, where the marriage might be solemnised without danger of interruption. But as it was necessary that Ferdinand should not appear in the affair, it was agreed that he should return to the castle immediately upon the embarkation of his sister. Having thus arranged their plan of apparition, they separated till the following night, which was to decide the fate of Apolitus and Julia. Julia, whose mind was soothed by the fraternal kindness of Ferdinand, and the tender assurances of Apolitus, now experienced an interval of repose. At the return of day she awoke refreshed and tolerably composed. She selected a few clothes which were necessary and prepared them for her journey. A sentiment of generosity justified her in the reserve she preserved to Amelia and Madame de Menon, whose faithfulness and attachment she could not doubt, but whom she disdained to involve in the disgrace that must fall upon them, should their knowledge of her flight be discovered. In the meantime the castle was a scene of confusion. The magnificent preparations which were making for the nuptials engaged all eyes and busied all hands. The Marchinesse had the direction of the whole, and the alacrity with which she acquitted herself testified how much she was pleased with the alliance, and created a suspicion that it had not been concerted without some exertion of her influence. Thus was Julia designed the joint victim of ambition and illicit love. The composure of Julia declined with the day whose hours had crept heavily along. As the night drew on her anxiety for the success of Ferdinand's negotiation with Robert increased to a painful degree. A variety of new emotions pressed at her heart and subdued her spirits. When she bade Amelia good night she thought she beheld her for the last time. The ideas of the distance which would separate them of the dangers she was going to encounter with a train of wild and fearful anticipations crowded upon her mind. Tears sprang to her eyes and it was with difficulty she avoided betraying her emotions. Of Madame too her heart took a tender farewell. At length she heard the Marquis retire to his apartment and the doors belonging to the several chambers of the guest successively closed. She marked with trembling attention the gradual change from bustle to quiet till all was still. She now held herself in readiness to depart at the moment in which Ferdinand and Hippolytus, for whose steps in the gallery she eagerly listened, should appear. The castle clock struck twelve. The sound seemed to shake the pile. Julia felt it thrill upon her heart. I hear you, sighed she, for the last time. The stillness of death succeeded. She continued to listen but no sound met her ear. For a considerable time she sat in a state of anxious expectation not to be described. The clock chimed the successive quarters and her fear rose to each additional sound. At length she heard it strike one. Hollow was that sound, and dreadful to her hopes, for neither Hippolytus nor Ferdinand appeared. She grew faint with fear and disappointment. Her mind, which for two hours had been kept upon the stretch of expectation, now resigned itself to despair. She gently opened the door of her closet and looked upon the gallery. But all was lonely and silent. It appeared that Robert had refused to be accessory to their scheme, and it was probable that he had betrayed it to the Marquis. Overwhelmed with bitter reflections she threw herself upon the sofa in the first distraction of despair. Suddenly she thought she heard a noise in the gallery, and as she started from her posture to listen to the sound, the door of her closet was gently opened by Ferdinand. Come, my love, said he, the keys are ours, and we have not a moment to lose. Our delay has been unavoidable, but this is no time for explanation. Julia, almost fainting, gave her hand to Ferdinand, and Hippolytus after some short expression of his thankfulness followed. They passed the door of Madame's chamber and treading the gallery with slow and silent steps descended to the hall. This they crossed towards a door, after opening which they were to find their way through various passages to a remote part of the castle, where a private door opened upon the walls. Ferdinand carried the several keys. They fastened the hall door after them and proceeded through a narrow passage, terminating in a staircase. They descended and had hardly reached the bottom when they heard a loud noise at the door above, and presently the voices of several people. Julia scarcely felt the ground she trod on, and Ferdinand flew to unlock a door that obstructed their way. He applied the different keys and at length found the proper one, but the lock was rusted and refused to yield. Their distress was not now to be conceived. The noise above increased, and it seemed as if the people were forcing the door. Hippolytus and Ferdinand vainly tried to turn the key. A sudden crash from above convinced them that the door had yielded. Then, making another desperate effort, the key broke in the lock. Trembling and exhausted, Julia gave herself up for lost. As she hung upon Ferdinand, Hippolytus vainly endeavored to soothe her. The noise suddenly ceased. They listened, dreading to hear the sounds renewed, but to their utter astonishment the sounds of the place remained undisturbed. They had now time to breathe and to consider the possibility of affecting their escape, for from the marquee they had no mercy to hope. Hippolytus, in order to ascertain whether the people had quitted the door above, began to ascend the passage, in which he had not gone many steps when the noise was renewed with increased violence. He instantly retreated, and making a desperate push at the door below, which obstructed their passage, it seemed to yield, and by another effort of Ferdinand burst open. They had not an instant to lose, for they now heard the steps of persons descend in the stairs. The avenue they were in opened into a kind of chamber, whence three passages branched, of which they immediately chose the first. Another door now obstructed their passage, and they were compelled to wait while Ferdinand applied the keys. Be quick, said Julia, or we are lost. Oh, if this lock too is rusted! Hark! said Ferdinand. They now discovered what apprehension had before prevented them from perceiving that the sounds of pursuit were ceased, and all again was silent. As this could happen only by the mistake of their pursuers in taking the wrong route, they resolved to preserve their advantage by concealing the light which Ferdinand now covered with his cloak. The door was opened and they passed on, but they were perplexed in the intricacies of the place, and wandered about in vain endeavour to find their way. Often did they pause to listen, and often did fancy give them sounds of fearful import. At length they entered on the passage which Ferdinand knew led directly to a door that opened on the woods. Rejoiced at this certainty they soon reached the spot which was to give them liberty. Ferdinand turned the key. The door unclosed and to their infinite joy discovered to them the gray dawn. Now, my love, said Hippolytus, you are safe and I am happy. Immediately a loud voice from without exclaimed, take villain the reward of your profidity. At the same instant Hippolytus received a sword in his body and uttering a deep sigh fell to the ground. Julia shrieked and fainted. Ferdinand, drawing his sword, advanced towards the assassin upon whose countenance the light of his lamp then shone and discovered to him his father. The sword fell from his grasp and he started back in an agony of horror. He was instantly surrounded and seized by the servants of the Marquis, while the Marquis himself denounced vengeance upon his head and ordered him to be thrown into the dungeon of the castle. At this instant the servants of the count, who were awaiting his arrival on the seashore hearing the tumult, hastened to the scene and there beheld their beloved master lifeless and weltering in his blood. They conveyed the bleeding body with loud lamentations on board the vessel which had been prepared for him and immediately set sail for Italy. Julia, on recovering her senses, found herself in a small room of which she had no remembrance, with her maid weeping over her. Recollection, when it returned, brought to her mind an energy of grief which exceeded even all former conceptions of sufferings, yet her misery was heightened by the intelligence which she now received. She learned that Hippolytus had been born away lifeless by his people, that Ferdinand was confined to a dungeon by order of the Marquis, and that herself was a prisoner in a remote room from which on the day after the morrow she was to be removed to the chapel of the castle, and there sacrificed to the ambition of her father and the absurd love of the Duke de L'Ovo. This accumulation of evil subdued each power of resistance, and reduced Julia to a state little short of distraction. No person was allowed to approach her but her maid and the servant who brought her food. Amelia, who, though shocked by Julia's apparent want of confidence, severely sympathized in her distress, solicited to see her. But the pain of denial was so sharply aggravated by rebuke that she dared not again to urge the request. In the meantime Ferdinand, involved in the gloom of a dungeon, was resigned to the painful recollection of the past and a horrid anticipation of the future. From the resentment of the Marquis whose passions were wild and terrible, and whose rank gave him an unlimited power of life and death in his own territories, Ferdinand had much to fear. Yet selfish apprehension soon yielded to a more noble sorrow. He mourned the fate of Hippolytus and the sufferings of Julia. He could attribute the failure of their scheme only to the treachery of Robert, who had, however, met the wishes of Ferdinand with strong apparent sincerity and generous interest in the cause of Julia. On the night of the intended elopement he had consigned the keys to Ferdinand who immediately on receiving them went to the apartment of Hippolytus. There they were detained till after the clock had struck one by a low noise which returned at intervals and convinced them that some part of the family was not yet retired to rest. This noise was undoubtedly occasioned by the people whom the Marquis had employed to watch, and whose vigilance was too faithful to suffer the fugitives to escape. The very caution of Ferdinand defeated its purpose, for it is probable that had he attempted to quit the castle by the common entrance he might have escaped. The keys of the grand door and those of the courts remained in the possession of Robert. The Marquis was certain of the intended place of their departure, and was thus enabled to defeat their hopes at the very moment when they exalted in their success. When the Marquess learned the fate of Hippolytus the resentment of jealous passion yielded to emotions of pity. Revenge was satisfied, and she could now lament the sufferings of a youth whose personal charms had touched her heart as much as his virtues had disappointed her hopes. Still true to passion and inaccessible to reason, she poured upon the defenseless Julia her anger for that calamity by which she herself was the unwilling cause. By a dexterous adaptation of her powers she had worked upon the passions of the Marquis so as to render him relentless in the pursuit of ambitious purposes, and insatiable in revenging his disappointment. But the effects of her artifices exceeded her intention in exerting them, and when she meant only to sacrifice a rival to her love, she found she had given up its object to revenge. CHAPTER IV The nuptial mourn so justly dreaded by Julia and so impatiently awaited by the Marquis now arrived. The marriage was to be celebrated with a magnificence which demonstrated the joy it occasioned to the Marquis. The castle was fitted up in a style of grandeur superior to anything that had been before seen in it. The neighboring nobility were invited to an entertainment which was to conclude with a splendid ball and supper, and the gates were to be thrown open to all who chose to partake of the bounty of the Marquis. At an early hour the duke, attended by a numerous retinue, entered the castle. Ferdinand heard from his dungeon, where the rigor and the policy of the Marquis still confined him, the loud clattering of hoofs in the courtyard above, the rolling of the carriage-wheels and all the tumultuous bustle which the entrance of the duke occasioned. He too well understood the cause of this uproar and it awakened in him sensations resembling those which the condemned criminal feels when his ears are assailed by the dreadful sounds that precede his execution. When he was able to think of himself he wondered by what means the Marquis would reconcile his absence to the guests. He however knew too well the dissipated character of the Sicilian nobility to doubt that whatever story should be invented would be very readily believed by them, who, even if they knew the truth, would not suffer a discovery of their knowledge to interrupt the festivity which was offered them. The Marquis and Marcinès received the duke in the outer hall and conducted him to the saloon, where he partook of the refreshments prepared for him, and from thence retired to the chapel. The Marquis now withdrew to lead Julia to the altar, and Emilia was ordered to attend the door of the chapel in which the priest and a numerous company were already assembled. The Marcinès, a prey to the turbulence of succeeding passions, exalted in the near completion of her favorite scheme. A disappointment, however, was prepared for her, which would at once crush the triumph of her malice and her pride. The Marquis, on entering the prison of Julia, found it empty. His astonishment and indignation upon the discovery almost overpowered his reason. Of the servants in the castle, who were immediately summoned, he inquired concerning her escape, with a mixture of fury and sorrow which left them no opportunity to reply. They had, however, no information to give, but that her woman had not appeared during the whole morning. In the prison were found the bridal habiliments which the Marcinès herself had sent on the preceding night, together with a letter addressed to Emilia, which contained the following words. Adieu, dear Emilia. Nevermore will you see your wretched sister, who flies from the cruel fate now prepared for her, certain that she can never meet one more dreadful, in happiness or misery, in hope or despair, whatever may be your situation, still remember me with pity and affection, dear Emilia Adieu. You will always be the sister of my heart. May you never be the partner of my misfortunes. While the Marquis was reading this letter, the Marcinès, who supposed the delay occasioned by some opposition from Julia, flew to the apartment. By her orders all the habitable parts of the castle were explored, and she herself assisted in the search. At length the intelligence was communicated to the chapel, and the confusion became universal. The priests quitted the altar and the company returned to the saloon. The letter, when it was given to Emilia, excited emotions which she found it impossible to disguise, but which did not, however, protect her from a suspicion that she was concerned in the transaction, her knowledge of which this letter appeared intended to conceal. The Marquis immediately dispatched servants upon the fleetest horses of his stables, with directions to take different routes and scour every corner of the island in pursuit of the fugitives. When these exertions had somewhat quieted his mind, he began to consider by what means Julia could have affected her escape. She had been confined in a small room in a remote part of the castle, to which no person had been admitted but her own woman and Robert, the confidential servant of the Marquis. Even Lisette had not been suffered to enter, unless accompanied by Robert, in whose room, since the night of the fatal discovery, the keys had been regularly deposited. Without them it was impossible she could have escaped, the windows of the apartment being barred and graded, and opening into an inner court at a prodigious height from the ground. Besides, who could she depend upon for protection, or wither could she intend to fly for concealment? The associates of her former elopement were utterly unable to assist her even with advice. Ferdinand himself, a prisoner, had been deprived of any means of intercourse with her, and Hippolytus had been carried lifeless on board a vessel which had immediately sailed for Italy. Robert, to whom the keys had been entrusted, was severely interrogated by the Marquis. He persisted in a simple and uniform declaration of his innocence, but as the Marquis believed it impossible that Julia could have escaped without his knowledge, he was ordered into imprisonment, till he should confess the fact. The pride of the Duke was severely wounded by this elopement, which proved the excess of Julia's aversion, and completed the disgraceful circumstances of his rejection. The Marquis had carefully concealed from him her prior attempt at elopement, and her consequent confinement, but the truth now burst from disguise and stood revealed with bitter aggravation. The Duke, fired with indignation at the duplicity of the Marquis, poured forth his resentment in terms of proud and bitter invective, and the Marquis, galled by recent disappointment, was in no mood to restrain the impetuosity of his nature. He retorted with acrimony, and the consequence would have been serious, had not the friends of each party interposed for their preservation. The disputant, who were at length, reconciled, it was agreed to pursue Julia with united and indefatigable search, and that, whenever she should be found, the nuptials should be solemnized without further delay. With the character of the Duke this conduct was consistent, his passions inflamed by disappointment and strengthened by repulse, now defied the power of obstacle, and those considerations which would have operated with a more delicate mind to overcome its original inclination, served only to increase the violence of his. Madame de Menon, who loved Julia with maternal affection, was an interested observer of all that past at the castle. The cruel fate to which the Marquis destined his daughter, she had severely lamented, yet she could hardly rejoice to find that this had been avoided by elopement. She trembled for the future safety of her pupil, and her tranquility which was thus first disturbed for the welfare of others, she was not soon suffered to recover. The Marcinès had long nourished a secret dislike to Madame de Menon, whose virtues were a silent reproof to her vices. The contrarity of their disposition, created in the Marcinès an aversion which would have enmounted to contempt, had not that dignity of virtue which strongly characterized the manners of Madame, compelled the former to fear what she wished to despise. Her conscience whispered her that the dislike was mutual, and she now rejoiced in the opportunity which seemed to offer itself of lowering the proud integrity of Madame's character, pretending, therefore, to believe that she had encouraged Ferdinand to disobey his father's commands and had been accessory to the elopement. She accused her of these offenses and stimulated the Marquis to reprimand her conduct. But the integrity of Madame de Menon was not to be questioned with impunity. Without deigning to answer the imputation she desired to resign an office of which she was no longer considered worthy, and to quit the castle immediately. This the policy of the Marquis would not suffer, and he was compelled to make such ample concessions to Madame as induced her for the present to continue at the castle. The news of Julia's elopement at length reached the ears of Ferdinand, whose joy at this event was equaled only by his surprise. He lost, for a moment, the sense of his own situation, and thought only of the escape of Julia. But his sorrow soon returned with accumulated force when he recollected that Julia might then, perhaps, want that assistance which his confinement alone could prevent his affording her. The servants, who had been sent in pursuit, returned to the castle without any satisfactory information. Week after week elapsed in fruitless search, yet the duke was strenuous in continuing the pursuit. Emissaries were dispatched to Naples and to the several estates of the Count Vareza, but they returned without any satisfactory information. The Count had not been heard of since he quitted Naples for Sicily. During his enquiries a new subject of disturbance broke out in the castle of Mazzini, on the night so fatal to the hopes of Hippolytus and Julia, when the tumult was subsided and all was still. A light was observed by a servant as he passed by the window of the great staircase in the way to his chamber, to glimmer through the casement before noticed in the southern buildings. While he stood observing it, it vanished and presently reappeared. The former mysterious circumstances relative to these buildings rushed upon his mind, and fired with wonder he roused some of his fellow servants to come and behold the phenomenon. As they gazed in silent terror the light disappeared, and soon after they saw a small door belonging to the south tower open and a figure bearing a light issue forth, which gliding along the castle walls was quickly lost to their view. Overcome with fear they hurried back to their chambers and revolved all the late wonderful occurrences. They doubted not that this was the figure formerly seen by the Lady Julia. The sudden change of Madame Domenon's apartments had not passed unobserved by the servants, but they now no longer hesitated to what to attribute the removal. They collected each various and uncommon circumstance attendant on this part of the fabric, and comparing them with the present their superstitious fears were confirmed, and their terror heightened to such a degree that many of them resolved to quit the service of the Marquis. The Marquis surprised at this sudden desertion, inquired into its cause, and learned the truth. Shocked by this discovery he yet resolved to prevent, if possible, the ill effects which might be expected from a circulation of the report. To this end it was necessary to quiet the minds of his people and to prevent their quitting his service. Having severely reprehended them for the idle apprehension they encouraged, he told them that to prove the fallacy of their surmises he would lead them over that part of the castle, which was the subject of their fears, and ordered them to attend him at the return of night in the North Hall. Amelia and Madame Domenon surprised at this procedure, awaited the issue in silent expectation. The servants in obedience to the commands of the Marquis assembled at night in the North Hall. The air of desolation which reigned through the south buildings, and the circumstance of their having been for so many years shut up, would naturally tend to inspire awe. But to these people who firmly believed them to be the haunt of an unquiet spirit, terror was the predominant sentiment. The Marquis now appeared with the keys of these buildings in his hands, and every heart thrilled with wild expectation. He ordered Robert to precede him with a torch, and the rest of the servants followed. He passed on. A pair of iron gates were unlocked, and they proceeded through a court whose pavement was wildly overgrown with long grass to the great door of the south fabric. Here they met with some difficulty, for the lock which had not been turned for many years was rusted. During this interval the silence of expectation sealed the lips of all present, at length the lock yielded. That door which had not been passed for so many years creaked heavily upon its hinges, and disclosed the hall of black marble which Ferdinand had formally crossed. Now cried the Marquis in a tone of irony as he entered, expect to encounter the ghosts of which you tell me, but if you fail to conquer them prepare to quit my service. The people who live with me shall at least have courage and ability sufficient to defend me from these spiritual attacks. All I apprehend is that the enemy will not appear, and in this case your valor will go untried. No one dared to answer, but all followed in silent fear the Marquis who ascended the great staircase and entered the gallery. Unlock that door, said he, pointing to one on the left, and we will soon unhouse these ghosts. Robert applied the key but his hand shook so violently that he could not turn it. Here is a fellow, cried the Marquis, fit to encounter a whole legion of spirits. Do you, Anthony, take the key and try your valor? Please you, my lord," replied Anthony, I never was a good one at unlocking a door in my life, but here is Gregory will do it. No, my lord, and please you, said Gregory, here is Richard. Stand off, said the Marquis, I will shame your cowardice and do it myself. Saying this he turned the key and was rushing on, but the door refused to yield. It shook under his hands and seemed as if partially held by some person on the other side. The Marquis was surprised and made several efforts to move it without effect. He then ordered his servants to burst it open, but shrinking back with one accord they cried, For God's sake, my lord, go no farther. We are satisfied here are no ghosts. Only let us get back. It is now then my turn to be satisfied, replied the Marquis, until I am not one of you shall stir. Open me that door. My lord. May, said the Marquis, assuming a look of stern authority, dispute not my commands. I am not to be trifled with. They now stepped forward and applied their strength to the door when a loud and sudden noise burst from within and resounded through the hollow chambers. The men started back in a fright and were rushing headlong down the staircase when the voice of the Marquis arrested their flight. They returned with hearts palpitating with terror. Observe what I say, said the Marquis, and behave like men. Yonder door, pointing to one at some distance, will lead us through other rooms to this chamber. Unlock it, therefore, for I will know the cause of these sounds. Shocked at this determination, the servants again supplicated the Marquis to go no farther, and to be obeyed he was obliged to exert all his authority. The door was opened and discovered a long, narrow passage into which they descended by a few steps. It led to a gallery that terminated in a back staircase where several doors appeared, one of which the Marquis unclosed. A spacious chamber appeared beyond, whose walls decayed and discolored by the damps, exhibited a melancholy proof of desertion. They passed on through a long suite of lofty and noble apartments which were in the same ruinous condition. At length they came to the chamber once the noise had issued. Go first, Robert, with the light, said the Marquis as they approached the door. This is the key. Robert trembled but obeyed, and the other servants followed in silence. They stopped a moment at the door to listen, but all was still within. The door was opened and disclosed a large vaulted chamber, nearly resembling those they had passed, and on looking round they discovered at once the cause of the alarm. A part of the decayed roof was fallen in, and the stones and rubbish of the ruin falling against the gallery door obstructed the passage. It was evident, too, once the noise which occasioned their terror had arisen. The loose stones, which were piled against the door, being shook by the effort made to open it, had given way and rolled to the floor. After surveying the place they returned to the back stairs, which they descended and having pursued the several windings of a long passage, found themselves again in the marble hall. Now, said the Marquis, what think you? What evil spirits infest these walls? Henceforth be cautious how you credit the phantasms of idleness, for ye may not always meet with a master who will condescend to undeceive ye. They acknowledged the goodness of the Marquis, and professing themselves perfectly conscious of the error of their former suspicions desired they might search no farther. I choose to leave nothing to your imagination, replied the Marquis, lest hereafter it should betray you into a similar error. Follow me, therefore, you shall see the whole of these buildings. Saying this he led them to the south tower. They remembered that from a door of this tower the figure which caused their alarm had issued, and not withstanding the late assertion of their suspicions being removed, fear still operated powerfully upon their minds, and they would willingly have been excused from farther research. What any of you choose to explore this tower? said the Marquis, pointing to the broken staircase. For myself, I am mortal and therefore fear to venture, but you who hold communion with disembodied spirits may partake something of their nature. If so, you may pass without apprehension, where the ghost has probably passed before. They shrunk at this reproof and were silent. The Marquis, turning to a door on his right hand, ordered it to be unlocked. It opened upon the country, and the servants knew it to be the same once the figure had appeared. Having relocked it, lift that trap door, we will descend into the vaults, said the Marquis. What trap door, my lord? said Robert, with an increased agitation. I see none. The Marquis pointed, and Robert perceived a door which lay almost concealed beneath the stones that had fallen from the staircase above. He began to remove them when the Marquis suddenly turning. I have already sufficiently indulged your folly, said he, and am weary of this business. If you are capable of receiving conviction from truth, you must now be convinced that these buildings are not the haunt of a supernatural being, and if you are incapable, it would be entirely useless to proceed. You, Robert, may therefore spare yourself the trouble of removing the rubbish. We will quit this part of the fabric. The servants joyfully obeyed, and the Marquis, locking the several doors, returned with the keys to the habitable part of the castle. The enquiry after Julia had hitherto proved fruitless, and the imperious nature of the Marquis, heightened by the present vexation, became intolerably oppressive to all around him. As the hope of recovering Julia declined, his opinion that Amelia had assisted her to escape strengthened, and he inflicted upon her the severity of his unjust suspicions. She was ordered to confine herself to her apartment till her innocence should be cleared, or her sister discovered. From Madame de Menon she received a faithful sympathy, which was the sole relief of her oppressed heart. Her anxiety concerning Julia daily increased, and was heightened into the most terrifying apprehensions for her safety. She knew of no person in whom her sister could confide, or of any place where she could find protection. The most deplorable evils were therefore expected to be expected. One day, as she was sitting at the window of her apartment, engaged in melancholy reflection, she saw a man riding towards the castle on full speed. Her heart beat with fear and expectation, for her haste made her suspect he brought intelligence of Julia, and she could scarcely refrain from breaking through the command of the Marquis, and rushing into the hall to learn something of his errand. She was right in her conjecture. The person she had seen was a spy of the Marquis, and came to inform him that the Lady Julia was at that time concealed in a cottage of the forest of Marantino. The Marquis rejoiced at this intelligence, gave the man a liberal reward. He learned also that she was accompanied by a young cavalier, which circumstance surprised him exceedingly, for he knew of no person except the Count de Verisa, with whom she could have entrusted herself, and the Count had fallen by his sword. He immediately ordered a party of his people to accompany the messenger to the forest of Marantino, and to suffer neither Julia nor the cavalier to escape them on pain of death. When the Duke de Lovo was informed of this discovery, he entreated and obtained permission of the Marquis to join in the pursuit. He immediately set out, on the expedition, armed and followed by a number of his servants. He resolved to encounter all hazards and to practice the most desperate extremes, rather than fail in the object of his enterprise. In a short time he overtook the Marquis' people, and they proceeded together with all possible speed. The forest lay several leagues distant from the castle of Mazzini, and the day was closing when they entered upon the borders. The thick foliage of the trees spread a deeper shade around, and they were obliged to proceed with caution. Darkness had long fallen upon the earth when they reached the cottage, to which they were directed by a light that glimmered from afar among the trees. The Duke left his people at some distance and dismounted and accompanied only by one servant approached the cottage. When he reached it he stopped, and looking through the window observed a man and woman in the habit of peasants seated at their supper. They were conversing with earnestness, and the Duke, hoping to obtain further intelligence of Julia, endeavored to listen to their discourse. They were praising the beauty of a lady whom the Duke did not doubt to be Julia, and the woman spoke much in praise of the Cavalier. He has a noble heart, said she, and I am sure by his look belongs to some great family. Nay, replied her companion. The lady is as good as he. I have been at Palermo and ought to know what great folks are, and if she is not one of them, never take my word again. Poor thing! How she does take on! It made my heart ache to see her. They were sometimes silent. The Duke knocked at the door and inquired of the man who opened it concerning the lady and Cavalier then in his cottage. He was assured there were no other persons in the cottage than those he then saw. The Duke persisted in affirming that the persons he inquired for were there concealed, which the man, being as resolute in denying, he gave the signal and his people approached and surrounded the cottage. The peasants terrified by this circumstance confessed that a lady and Cavalier, such as the Duke described, had been for some time concealed in the cottage, but that they were now departed. Suspicious of the truth of the latter assertion, the Duke ordered his people to search the cottage, and that part of the forest contiguous to it. The search ended in disappointment. The Duke, however, resolved to obtain all possible information concerning the fugitives, and assuming therefore a stern air bathed the peasant on pain of instant death, discover all he knew of them. The man replied that on a very dark and stormy night, about a week before, two persons had come to the cottage and desired shelter, that they were unattended, but seemed to be persons of consequence in disguise, that they paid very liberally for what they had, and that they departed from the cottage a few hours before the arrival of the Duke. The Duke inquired concerning the course they had taken, and having received information, remounted his horse and set forward in pursuit. The road lay for several leagues through the forest, and the darkness and the probability of encountering Banditi made the journey dangerous. About the break of day they quitted the forest and entered upon a wild and mountainous country in which they travelled some miles without perceiving a hut or a human being. No vestige of cultivation appeared, and no sounds reached them, but those of their horse's feet, and the roaring of the winds through the deep forests that overhung the mountains. The pursuit was uncertain, but the Duke resolved to persevere. They came at length to a cottage where he repeated his inquiries and learned to his satisfaction that two persons, such as he described, had stopped there for refreshment about two hours before. He found it now necessary to stop for the same purpose. Bread and milk, the only provisions of the place, were set before him, and his attendants would have been well contented had there been sufficient of this homely fair to have satisfied their hunger. Having dispatched an hasty meal, they again sat forward in the way pointed out to them as the route of the fugitives. The country assumed a more civilized aspect. Corn, vineyards, olives and groves of mulberry trees adorned the hills. The valleys, luxuriant in shade, were frequently embellished by the windings of a lucid stream and diversified by clusters of half-seen cottages. Here the rising turrets of a monastery appeared above the thick trees, with which they were surrounded. And there the savage wilds the travellers had passed formed a bold and picturesque background to the scene. After the questions put by the duke to the several persons he met he perceived answers that encouraged him to proceed. At noon he halted at a village to refresh himself and his people. He could gain no intelligence of Julia and was perplexed which way to choose, but determined at length to pursue the road he was then in and accordingly again set forward. He travelled several miles without meeting any person who could give the necessary information and began to despair of success. The lengthened shadows of the mountains and the fading light gave signals of declining day which having gained the pursuit of a high hill he observed two persons travelling on horseback in the plains below. On one of them he distinguished the habiliments of a woman and in her air he thought he discovered that of Julia. While he stood attentively surveying them they looked towards the hill when as if urged by a sudden impulse of terror they set off on full speed over the plains. The duke had no doubt that these were the persons he sought and he therefore ordered some of his people to pursue them and pushed his horse into a full gallop. Before he reached the plains the fugitives winding round an abrupt hill were lost to his view. The duke continued his course and his people were a considerable way before him at length reached the hill behind which the two persons had disappeared. No traces of them were to be seen and they entered a narrow defile between two ranges of high and savage mountains on the right of which a rapid stream rolled along and broke with its deep resounding murmurs the solemn silence of the place. The shades of evening now fell thick and the scene was soon enveloped in darkness. But to the duke who was animated by a strong and impetuous passion these were unimportant circumstances. Although he knew that the wilds of Sicily were frequently infested with Bandidi his numbers made him fearless of attack. Not so his attendance, many of whom as the darkness increased, testified emotions not very honorable to their courage starting at every bush and believing it concealed a murderer. They endeavored to dissuade the duke from proceeding expressing uncertainty of their being in the right route and recommending the open plains. But the duke whose eye had been vigilant to mark the flight of the fugitives and who was not to be dissuaded from his purpose quickly repressed their arguments. They continued their course without meeting a single person. The moon now rose and afforded them a shadowy imperfect view of the surrounding objects. The prospect was gloomy and vast and not a human habitation met their eyes. They had now lost every trace of the fugitives and found themselves bewildered in a wild and savage country. Their only remaining care was to extricate themselves from so forlorn a situation and they listened at every step with anxious attention for some sound that might discover to them the haunts of men. They listened in vain. The stillness of night was undisturbed, but by the wind, which broke at intervals in low and hollow murmurs from across the mountains. As they proceeded with silent caution they perceived a light break from among the rocks at some distance. The duke hesitated whether to approach, since it might probably proceed from my party of the Bandidi with which these mountains were said to be infested. While he hesitated it disappeared, but he had not advanced many steps when it returned. He now perceived it to issue from the mouth of a cavern and cast a bright reflection upon the overhanging rocks and shrubs. He dismounted and followed by two of his people, leaving the rest at some distance, moved with slow and silent steps towards the cave. As he drew near he heard the sound of many voices in high carousel. Suddenly the uproar ceased and the following words were sung by a clear and manly voice. SONG Pour the rich libation high, the sparkling cup to Bacchusville. His joys shall dance in every eye and chase the forms of future still. Quick the magic rapture's steel or the fancy kindling brain. Warm the heart with social zeal and song and laughter reign. Then visions of pleasure shall float on our sight, while light bounding our spirits shall flow, and the god shall impart a fine sense of delight which in vain sober mortals would know. The last verse was repeated in loud chorus. The duke listened with astonishment. Such social merriment amid a scene of such savage wildness appeared more like enchantment than reality. He would not have hesitated to pronounce this a party of Banditi, had not the delicacy of expression preserved in the song appeared unattainable by men of their class. He had now a full view of the cave, and the moment which convinced him of his error served only to increase his surprise. He beheld by the light of a fire a party of Banditi seated within the deepest recess of the cave, round a rude kind of table formed in the rock. The table was spread with provisions, and they were regaling themselves with great eagerness and joy. The countenances of the men exhibited a strange mixture of fierceness and sociality, and the duke could almost have imagined he beheld in these robbers a band of the early Romans before knowledge had civilized or luxury had softened them. But he had not much time for meditation. A sense of his danger bade him fly while to fly was yet in his power. As he turned to depart he observed two saddle-horses grazing upon the herbage near the mouth of the cave. It instantly occurred to him that they belonged to Julia and her companion. He hesitated, and at length determined to linger a while and listen to the conversation of the robbers, hoping from thence to have his doubts resolved. They talked for some time in a strain of high conviviality, and recounted in exaltation many of their exploits. They described also the behavior of several people whom they had robbed, with highly ludicrous illusions, and with much rude humor, while the cave re-echoed with loud bursts of laughter and applause. They were thus engaged in tumultuous merriment till one of them cursing the scanty plunder of their late adventure, but praising the beauty of a lady, they all lowered their voices together and seemed as if debating upon a point uncommonly interesting to them. The passions of the duke were roused, and he became certain that it was Julia of whom they had spoken. In the first impulse of feeling he drew his sword, but recollecting the number of his adversaries, restrained his fury. He was turning from the cave with the design of summoning his people, when the light of the fire glittering upon the bright blade of his weapon caught the eye of one of the Bandidi. He started from his seat, and his comrades instantly rising in consternation discovered the duke. They rushed with loud vocification towards the mouth of the cave. He endeavored to escape to his people, but two of the Bandidi, mounting the horses which were grazing near, quickly overtook and seized him. His dress and air proclaimed him to be a person of distinction, and rejoicing in their prospect of plunder they forced him towards the cave. Here their comrades awaited them. But what were the emotions of the duke when he discovered in the person of the principal robber his own son, who, to escape the galling severity of his father, had fled from his castle some years before, and had not been heard of since. He had placed himself at the head of a party of Bandidi, and pleased with the liberty which, till then he had never tasted, and with the power which his new situation afforded him, he became so much attached to this wild and lawless mode of life that he determined never to quit it till death should dissolve those ties which now made his rank only oppressive. This event seemed at so great a distance that he seldom allowed himself to think of it. Whenever it should happen, he had no doubt that he might either resume his rank without danger of discovery, or might justify his present conduct as a frolic which a few acts of generosity would easily excuse. He knew his power would then place him beyond the reach of censure, in a country where the people are accustomed to implicit subordination, and seldom dare to scrutinize the actions of the nobility. His sensations, however, on discovering his father were not very pleasing, but proclaiming the duke he protected him from farther outrage. With the duke whose heart was a stranger to the softer affections, indignation usurped the place of parental feeling. His pride was the only passion affected by the discovery, and he had the rashness to express the indignation which the conduct of his son had excited in terms of unrestrained invective. The banditie, inflamed by the oprobarium with which he loaded their order, threatened instant punishment to his termidity, and the authority of Ricardo could hardly restrain them within the limits of forbearance. The menaces and at length entreaties of the duke to prevail with his son to abandon his present way of life were equally ineffectual. Secure in his own power, Ricardo laughed at the first, and was insensible to the latter, and his father was compelled to relinquish the attempt. The duke, however, boldly and passionately accused him of having plundered and secreted a lady in Cavalier, his friends, at the same time describing Julia, for whose liberation he offered large rewards. Ricardo denied the fact, which so much exasperated the duke, that he drew his sword with an intention of plunging it in the breast of his son. His arm was arrested by the surrounding banditie, who half unsheathed their swords, and stood suspended in an attitude of menace. The fate of the father now hung upon the voice of the son. Ricardo raised his arm, but instantly dropped it and turned away. The banditie sheathed their weapons and stepped back. Ricardo solemnly swearing that he knew nothing of the persons described, the duke at length became convinced of the truth of the assertion, and departing from the cave rejoined his people. All the impetuous passions of his nature were roused and inflamed by the discovery of his son in a situation so wretchedly disgraceful. Yet it was his pride rather than his virtue that was hurt, and when he wished him dead it was rather to save himself from disgrace than his son from the real indignity of vice. He had no means of reclaiming him. To have attempted it by force would have been at this time the excess of terminity, for his attendants, though numerous, were undisciplined and would have fallen a certain victim to the power of a savage and dexterous banditie. With thoughts agitated in fierce and agonizing conflict he pursued his journey, and having lost all trace of Julia sought only for inhabitation which might shelter him from the night and afford necessary refreshment for himself and his people. With this, however, there appeared little hope of meeting.