 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to find out how you can volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. The Mysteries of Udalfo by Anne Radcliffe. Volume 2, Chapter 10, Part 1 of 2. And shall no lay of death with pleasing murmur soothe her parted soul, shall no tear wet her grave? Sayers. On the following morning, Emily went early to the apartment of Madame Montoni, who had slept well, and was much recovered. Her spirits had also returned with her health, and her resolution to oppose Montoni's demands revived, though it yet struggled with her fears, which Emily, who trembled for the consequence of further opposition, endeavored to confirm. Her aunt, as has been already shown, had a disposition which delighted in contradiction, and which taught her, when unpleasant circumstances were offered to her understanding, not to inquire into their truth, but to sig for arguments by which she might make them appear false. Long habit had so entirely confirmed this natural propensity that she was not conscious of possessing it. Emily's remonstrances and representations therefore roused her pride instead of alarming or convincing her judgment. And she still relied upon the discovery of some means by which she might yet avoid submitting to the demand of her husband, considering that if she could once escape from his castle, she might defy his power, and obtaining a decisive separation live in comfort on the estates that yet remained for her, she mentioned this to her niece, who accorded with her in the wish, but differed from her as to the probability of its completion. She represented the impossibility of passing the gates, secured and guarded as they were, and the extreme danger of committing her design to the discretion of a servant who might purposely betray, or accidentally disclose it. Montoni's vengeance would also disdain restraint if her intention was detected, and though Emily wished as fervently as she could to regain her freedom and return to France, she consulted only Madame Montoni's safety, and persevered in advising her to relinquish her settlement without braving further outrage. The struggle of contrary emotions, however, continued to rage in her aunt's bosom, and she still brooded over the chance of effecting an escape. While she thus sat, Montoni entered the room, and without noticing his wife's indisposition said that he came to remind her of the impolicy of trifling with him, and that he gave her only till the evening to determine whether she would consent to his demand or compel him by a refusal to remove her to the East Turret. He added that a party of cavaliers would dine with him that day, and that he expected that she would sit at the head of the table where Emily also must be present. Madame Montoni was now on the point of uttering an absolute refusal, but suddenly considering that her liberty during this entertainment, though circumscribed, might favor her plans, Jack we asked, with seeming reluctance, and Montoni, soon after, left the apartment. His command struck Emily with surprise and apprehension, who shrank from the thought of being exposed to the gaze of strangers such as her fancy represented these to be, and the words of Count Morano now again recollected it did not soothe her fears. When she withdrew to prepare for dinner she dressed herself with even more simplicity than usual that she might escape observation, a policy which did not avail her. For as she repassed her aunt's apartment she was met by Montoni, who censured what he called her prudish appearance, and insisted that she should wear the most splendid dress she had, even that which had been prepared for her intended in upshows with Count Morano, and which, it now appeared, her aunt had carefully brought with her from Venice. This was made not in the Venetian, but in the Neapolitan fashion, so as to set off the shape and figure to the utmost advantage. In it, her beautiful chestnut tresses were negligently bound up in pearls, and suffered to fall back again on her neck. The simplicity of a better taste than Madame Montoni's was conspicuous in this dress, splendid as it was, and Emily's unaffected beauty never had appeared more captivingly. She had now only to hope that Montoni's order was prompted, not by any extraordinary design, but by an ostentation of displaying his family richly attired to the eyes of strangers. Yet nothing less than his absolute command could have prevailed with her to wear a dress that had been designed for such an offensive purpose, much less to have worn it on this occasion. As she descended to dinner, the emotion of her mind threw a faint blush over her countenance, and heightened its interesting expression, for timidity had made her linger in her apartment till the utmost moment, and when she entered the hall in which a kind of state dinner was spread, Montoni and his guests were already seated at the table. She was then going to place herself by her aunt, but Montoni waved his hand, and two of the cavaliers rose and seated her between them. The eldest of these was a tall man with strong Italian features, an aquiline nose, and dark penetrating eyes that flashed with fire when his mind was agitated, and even in its state of rest retained somewhat of the wildness of the passions. His visage was long and narrow, and his complexion of a sickly yellow. The other, who appeared to be about forty, had features of a different caste, yet Italian, and his look was slow, subtle, and penetrating. His eyes of a dark gray were small and hollow. His complexion was a sunburnt brown, and the contour of his face, though inclined to oval, was irregular and ill-formed. Eight other guests sat round the table, who were all dressed in a uniform, and had all an expression more or less a wild fierceness of subtle design or of licentious passions. As Emily timidly surveyed them, she remembered the scene of the preceding morning, and again almost fancied herself surrounded by venditi. Then looking back to the tranquility of her early life, she felt scarcely less astonishment than grief at her present situation. The scene in which they sat assisted the illusion. It was an ancient hall, gloomy from the style of its architecture, from its great extent, and because almost the only light it received was from one large gothic window, and from a pair of folding doors which, being open, admitted likewise a view of the West Rampart, with wild mountains of the Apennine beyond. The middle compartment of this hall rose into a vaulted roof, enriched with fretwork, and supported on three sides by pillars of marble. Beyond these, long colonnades retired in gloomy grandeur till their extent was lost in twilight. The lightest footsteps of the servants as they advanced through these were returned in whispering echoes, and their figures seen at a distance imperfectly through the dusk frequently awakened Emily's imagination. She looked alternately at Montoni, at his guests, and on the surrounding scene, and then remembering her dear native province, her pleasant home, and the simplicity and goodness of the friends whom she had lost. Grief and surprise again occupied her mind. When her thoughts could return from these considerations, she fancied she observed an air of authority towards his guests, such as she had never before seen him soon, though he had always been distinguished by a haughty carriage. There was something also in the manners of the strangers, that seemed perfectly, though not servilily, to acknowledge his superiority. During dinner the conversation was chiefly on war and politics. They talked with energy of the State of Venice, its dangers, the character of the reigning doge, and of the chief senators, and then spoke of the State of Rome. When the repast was over they rose, and each filling his goblet with wine from the gilded ewer that stood beside him drank success to our exploits. Montoni was lifting his goblet to his lips to drink this toast, when suddenly the wine hissed, rose to the brim, and as he held the glass from him it burst into a thousand pieces. To him, who constantly used that sort of Venice glass which had the quality of breaking upon receiving poison liquor, a suspicion that some of his guests had endeavored to betray him instantly occurred, and he ordered all the gates to be closed, drew his sword, and looking round on them, whose student silent amazement exclaimed, Here is a traitor among us, let those that are innocent assist in discovering the guilty. Indignation flashed from the eyes of the cavaliers who all drew their swords, and Madame Montoni, terrified at what might ensue, was hastening from the hall when her husband commanded her to stay. But his further words could not now be distinguished for the voice of every person rose together. His order that all the servants should appear was at length obeyed, and they declared their ignorance of any deceit, a protestation which could not be believed, for it was evident that, as Montoni's liquor, and his only had been poisoned, a deliberate design had been formed against his life, which could not have been carried so far towards its accomplishment without the connivance of the servant who had the care of the wine-yours. This man, with another whose face betrayed either the consciousness of guilt or the fear of punishment, Montoni ordered to be chained instantly, and confined in a strong room which had formerly been used as a prison. Thither likewise he would have sent all his guests, had he not foreseen the consequence of so bold and unjustifiable a proceeding. As to those therefore he contended himself with swearing, that no man should pass the gates till this extraordinary affair had been investigated, and then sternly bade his wife retired to her apartment, whether he suffered Emily to attend her. In about half an hour he followed to the dressing-room, and Emily observed with horror his dark countenance and quivering lip, and heard him denounce vengeance on her aunt. It will avail you nothing, said he to his wife, to deny the fact. I have proof of your guilt. Your only chance of mercy rests on a full confession. There is nothing to hope from sullenness or falsehood. Your accomplice has confessed all. Emily's fainting spirits were roused by astonishment as she heard her aunt accused of a crime so atrocious that she could not for a moment admit the possibility of her guilt. Meanwhile, Madame Montoni's agitation did not permit her to reply. Alternately, her complexion varied from livid paleness to crimson flush, and she trembled, but whether with fear or with indignation, it were difficult to decide. Spare your words, said Montoni, seeing her about to speak. Your countenance makes full confession of your crime. You shall be instantly removed to the East turret. This accusation, said Madame Montoni, speaking with difficulty, is used only as an excuse for your cruelty. I disdain to reply to it. You do not believe me guilty. Signore, said Emily Solonley, this dreadful charge I would answer with my life is false. Nay, Signore, she added, observing the severity of his countenance. This is no moment for restraint on my part. I do not scruple to tell you that you are deceived, most wickedly deceived by the suggestion of some person who aims at the ruin of my aunt. It is impossible that you could yourself have imagined a crime so hideous. Montoni, his lips trembling more than before, replied only, If you value your own safety, addressing Emily, you will be silent. I shall know how to interpret your remonstrations should you persevere in them. Emily raised her eyes calmly to heaven. Here is indeed then nothing to hope, said she. Peace, cried Montoni, or you shall find there is something to fear. He turned to his wife, who had now recovered her spirits, and who vehemently and wildly remonstrated upon this mysterious suspicion. But Montoni's rage heightened with her indignation, and Emily, dreading the event of it, threw herself between them and clasped his knees in silence, looking up in his face with an expression that might have softened the heart of a fiend. Whether he was hardened by a conviction of Madame Montoni's guilt, or that a bare suspicion of it made him eager to exercise vengeance, he was totally and alike insensible to the distress of his wife and to the pleading looks of Emily, who made him made no attempt to raise, but was vehemently menacing both when he was called out of the room by some person at the door. As she shut the door, Emily heard him turn the lock and take out the key, so that Madame Montoni and herself were now prisoners, and she saw that his designs became more and more terrible. Her endeavours to explain his motives for this circumstance were almost as ineffectual as those to soothe the distress of her aunt, whose innocence she could not doubt, and she at length accounted for Montoni's readiness to suspect his wife by his own consciousness of cruelty towards her, and for the sudden violence of his present conduct against both before even his suspicions could be completely formed by his general eagerness to effect suddenly whatever he was led to desire and his carelessness of justice or humanity in accomplishing it. Madame Montoni for some time again looked round in search of a possibility of escape from the castle and conversed with Emily on the subject, who was now willing to encounter any hazard, though she forbear to encourage a hope in her aunt, which she herself did not admit. How strongly the edifice was secured and how vigilantly guarded she knew too well, and trembled to commit their safety to the caprice of the servant whose assistance they must solicit. Old Carlo was compassionate, but he seemed to be too much in his master's interest to be trusted by them. Annette could of herself do little, and Emily knew letovico only from her report. At present, however, these considerations were useless, Madame Montoni and her niece being shut up from all intercourse, even with the persons whom there might be these reasons to reject. In the hall, confusion and tumult still reigned. Emily, as she listened anxiously to the murmur that sounded along the gallery, sometimes fancied, she heard the clashing of swords, and when she considered the nature of the provocation given by Montoni and his impetuosity, it appeared probable that nothing less than arms would terminate the contention. Madame Montoni, having exhausted all her expressions of ignignation and Emily hers of comfort, they remained silent in that kind of breathless stillness which, in nature, often succeeds to the uproar of conflicting elements, a stillness, like the morning that dawns upon the ruins of an earthquake. An uncertain kind of terror pervaded Emily's mind. The circumstances of the past hours still came dimly and confusedly to her memory, and her thoughts were various and rapid, though without tollment. From this state of waking visions she was recalled by a knocking at the chamber door, and inquiring who was there heard the whispering voice of Annette. Dear Madame, let me come in. I have a great deal to say, said the poor girl. The door is locked, answered the lady. Yes, ma'am, but do pray, open it. The senior has the key, said Madame Montoni. O blessed virgin, what will become of us, exclaimed Annette? Assist us to escape, said her mistress. Where is Ludovico? Below in the hall, ma'am, amongst them all fighting with the best of them. Fighting? Who are fighting? cried Madame Montoni. Why, the senior, ma'am, and all the seniors, and a great many more. Is any person much hurt, said Emily, in a tremulous voice? Hurt? Yes, ma'am's health. There they lie bleeding, and the swords are clashing. And oh, holy saints, do let me in, ma'am. They are coming this way. I shall be murdered. Fly, cried Emily, fly. We cannot open the door. Annette repeated that they were coming, and in the same moment fled. Be calm, Madame, said Emily, turning to her aunt. I entreat you to be calm. I am not frightened, not frightened in the least. Do not you be alarmed. You can scarcely support yourself, replied her aunt. Merciful God, what is it they mean to do with us? They come perhaps to liberate us, said Emily. Senior Montoni perhaps is conquered. The belief of his death gave her spirits a sudden shock, and she grew faint as she saw him in imagination expiring at her feet. They are coming, cried Madame Montoni. I hear their steps. They are at the door. Emily turned her languid eyes to the door, but terror deprived her of utterance. The key sounded in the lock. The door opened, and Montoni appeared, followed by three ruffian-like men. Execute your orders, said he, turning to them, and pointed to his wife, who shrieked, but was immediately carried from the room, while Emily sunk, senseless on a couch, by which she had endeavored to support herself. When she recovered, she was alone, and recollected only that Madame Montoni had been there, together with some unconnected particulars of the preceding transaction, which were, however, sufficient to renew all her terror. She looked wildly round the apartment, as if in search of some means of intelligence concerning her aunt, while neither her own danger or an idea of escaping from the room immediately occurred. When her recollection was more complete, she raised herself and went, but with only a faint hope, to examine whether the door was unfastened. It was so, and she then stepped timidly out into the gallery, but paused there, uncertain which way she should proceed. Her first wish was to gather some information as to her aunt, and she, at length, turned her steps to go to the Lasser Hall, where Annette and the other servants usually waited. End of Volume 2, Chapter 10, Part 1 of 2. Everywhere as she passed, she heard, from a distance, the uproar of contention, and the figures of faces which she met hurrying along the passages, struck her mind with dismay. Emily might now have appeared like an angel of light, encompassed by fiends. At length she reached the Lasser Hall, which was silent and deserted, but panting for breath she sat down to recover herself. The total stillness of this place was as awful as the tumult from which she had escaped. But she had now time to recall her scattered thoughts, to remember her personal danger, and to consider of some means of a safety. She perceived that it was useless to seek Madame Montoni through the wide extent and intricacies of the castle, now too, when every avenue seemed to be beset by ruffians. In this hall she could not resolve to stay, for she knew not how soon it might become their place of rendezvous. And though she wished to go to her chamber, she dreaded again to encounter them on the way. Thus she sat, trembling and hesitating when a distant murmur broke on the silence, and grew louder and louder, till she distinguished voices and steps approaching. She then rose to go, but the sounds came along the only passage by which she could depart, and she was compelled to await in the hall, the arrival of the persons who stepped she heard. As these advanced she distinguished groans, and then saw a man born slowly along by four others. Her spirits faltered at the sight, and she leaned against the wall for support. The bearers meanwhile entered the hall, and being too busily occupied to detain or even notice Emily, she attempted to leave it, but her strength failed, and she again sat down on the bench. A damp chilliness came over her. Her sight became confused, she knew not what had passed or where she was, yet the groans of the wounded person still vibrated on her heart. In a few moments the tide of life seemed again to flow, she began to breathe more freely, and her senses revived. She had not fainted, nor had ever totally lost her consciousness, but had contrived to support herself on the bench, still without courage to turn her eyes upon the unfortunate object which remained near her, and about whom the man were yet too much engaged to attend to her. When her strength returned, she rose, and was suffered to leave the hall, though her anxiety, having produced some vain inquiries concerning Madame Montoni, had thus made a discovery of herself. Towards her chamber she now hastened as fast as her steps would bear her, for she still perceived upon her passage the sounds of confusion at a distance, and she endeavored, by taking her away through some obscure rooms, to avoid encountering the persons whose looks had terrified her before, as well as those parts of the castle where the tumult might still range. At length she reached her chamber, and having secured the door of the corridor, felt herself for a moment in safety. A profound stillness reigned in this remote apartment, which not even the faint murmur of the most distant sounds now reached. She sat down, near one of the casements, and as she gazed on the mountain view beyond a deep repose of its beauty struck her with all the force of contrast, and she could scarcely believe herself so near a scene of savage discord. The contending elements seemed to have retired from their natural spheres, and to have collected themselves into the minds of men, for there alone the tempest now reigned. Emily tried to tranquilize her spirits, but anxiety made her constantly listen for some sound, and often look out upon the ramparts, where all, however, was lonely and still. As a sense of her own immediate danger had decreased, her apprehension concerning Madame Montoni heightened, who, she remembered, had been fiercely threatened with confinement in the East Turret, and it was possible that her husband had satisfied his present vengeance with this punishment. She therefore determined when night should return and the inhabitants of the castle should be asleep to explore the way to the Turret, which, as a direction it stood in was mentioned, appeared not very difficult to be done. She knew indeed that although her aunt might be there, she could afford her no effectual assistance, but it might give her some comfort even to know that she was discovered, and to hear the sound of her niece's voice for herself, any certainty concerning Madame Montoni's fate appeared more tolerable than this exhausting suspense. Meanwhile Annette did not appear, and Emily was surprised and somewhat alarmed for her, whom, in the confusion of the late scene, various accidents might have befallen, and it was improbable that she would have failed to come to her apartment unless something unfortunate had happened. Thus the hours passed in solitude, in silence and in anxious conjecturing. Being not once disturbed by a message or a sound, it appeared that Montoni had wholly forgotten her, and it gave her some comfort to find that she could be so unnoticed. She endeavored to withdraw her thoughts from the anxiety that preyed upon them, but they refused control. She could neither read or draw, and the tones of her lute were so utterly discordant with the present state of her feelings that she could not endure them for a moment. The sun at length sat behind the western mountains, his fiery beams faded from the clouds, and then a done melancholy purple drew over them and gradually involved the features of the country below. Soon after, the sentinels passed on the rampart to commence the watch. Twilight had now spread its gloom over every object, the dismal obscurity of her chamber recalled fearful thoughts, but she remembered that to procure a light, she must pass through a great extent of the castle, and above all through the halls where she had already experienced so much horror. Darkness, indeed, in the present state of her spirits, made silence and solitude terrible to her. It would also prevent the possibility of her finding her way to the turret and condemn her to remain in suspense concerning the fate of her aunt, yet she dared not venture forth for a lamp. Continuing up the casement that she might catch the last lingering gleam of evening, a thousand vague images of fear floated on her fancy. What if some of these ruffians, said she, should find out the private staircase and in the darkness of night steal into my chamber? Then, recollecting the mysterious inhabitant of the neighboring apartment, her terror changed its object. He is not a prisoner, said she, though he remains in one chamber from Antony did not fasten the door when he left it. The unknown person himself did this. It is certain, therefore, he can come out when he pleases. She paused. For notwithstanding the terrors of darkness, she considered it very improbable, whoever he was, that he could have any interest in intruding upon her retirement. And again the subject of her emotion changed when, remembering her nearness to the chamber, where the veil had formally disclosed a dreadful spectacle, she doubted whether some passage might not communicate between it and the insecure door of the staircase. It was now entirely dark, and she left the casement. As she sat with her eyes fixed on the hearth, she thought she perceived there a spark of light, it twinkled and disappeared, and then again was visible. At length, with much care, she fanned the embers of a wood fire that had been lighted in the morning into flame and having communicated it to a lamp, which always stood in her room, felt a satisfaction not to be conceived without a review of her situation. Her first care was to guard the door of the staircase for which purpose she placed against it all the furniture she could move, and she was thus employed for some time, at the end of which she had another instance, how much more oppressive misfortune is to the idle than to the busy. For having then leisure to think over all the circumstances of her present afflictions, she imagined a thousand evils for futurity, and these real and ideal subjects of distress alike wounded her mind. Thus heavily moved the hours till midnight when she counted the sullen notes of the great clock as they rolled along the rampart, unmingled with any sound except the distant footfall of a sentinel who came to relieve guard. She now thought she might venture toward the turret, and having gently opened the chamber door to examine the corridor, and to listen if any person was stirring in the castle, found all around in perfect stillness. Yet no sooner had she left the room than she perceived a light flash on the walls of the corridor, and without waiting to see by whom it was carried, she shrunk back and closed her door. No one approaching she conjectured that it was Montoni going to pay his midnight visit to her unknown neighbor, and she determined to wait till he should have retired to his own apartment. When the chimes had told another half hour, she once more opened the door, and perceiving that no person was in the corridor hastily crossed into a passage that led along the south side of the castle towards the staircase, once she believed she could easily find her way to the turret. Often pausing on her way, listening apprehensively to the murmurs of the wind, and looking fearfully onward into the gloom of the long passages, she at length reached the staircase. But there her perplexity began. Two passages appeared, of which she knew not how to prefer one, and was compelled at last to decide by chance, rather than by circumstances. That she entered, opened first into a wide gallery, along which she passed lightly and swiftly for the lonely aspect of the place awed her, and she started at the echo of her own steps. On a sudden, she thought she heard a voice, and not distinguishing from whence it came, feared equally to proceed or to return. For some moments she stood in an attitude of listening expectation, shrinking almost from herself, and scarcely daring to look round her. The voice came again, but though it was now near her, terror did not allow her to judge exactly whence it proceeded. She thought, however, that it was the voice of complaint, and her belief was soon confirmed by a low moaning sound that seemed to proceed from one of the chambers, opening into the gallery. It instantly occurred to her that Madame Montoni might be there confined, and she advanced to the door to speak, but was checked by considering that she was, perhaps, going to commit herself to a stranger, who might discover her to Montoni. For though this person, whoever it was, seemed to be in affliction, it did not follow that he was a prisoner. While these thoughts passed over her mind, and left her still in hesitation, the voice spoke again, and calling, Ludovico, she then perceived it to be that of Annette, on which, no longer hesitating, she went in joy to answer her. Ludovico, cried Annette, sobbing, Ludovico. It is not Ludovico, it is I, Madame Iselle, Emily. Annette ceased sobbing and was silent. If you can open the door, let me in, said Emily. Here is no person to hurt you. Ludovico, oh Ludovico, cried Annette. Emily now lost her patience, and her fear of being overheard increasing, she was even nearly about to leave the door when she considered that Annette might possibly know something of the situation of Madame Montoni, or direct her to the turret. At length she were plain of reply, though little satisfactory, to her questions, for Annette knew nothing of Madame Montoni, and only conjured Emily to tell her what was become of Ludovico. Of him, she had no information to give, and she again asked who had shut Annette up. Ludovico, said the poor girl, Ludovico shut me up. When I ran away from the dressing room door today, I went I scarcely knew where for safety, and in this gallery here I met Ludovico, who hurried me into this chamber, and locked me up to keep me out of harm, as he said. But he was in such a hurry himself, he hardly spoke ten words, but he told me he would come and let me out when all was quiet, and he took away the keys with him. Now all these hours are past, and I have neither seen or heard a word of him. They have murdered him, I know they have. Emily suddenly remembered the wounded person whom she had seen borne into the disturbance hall, and she scarcely doubted that he was Ludovico, but she concealed the circumstance from Annette, and endeavored to comfort her. Then, impatient to learn something of her aunt, she again inquired the way to the turret. "'Oh, you are not going, Mademoiselle,' said Annette, "'for heaven's sake, do not go and leave me here by myself.' "'Nay, Annette, you do not think I can wait in the gallery all night,' replied Emily. "'Direct me to the turret. "'In the morning I will endeavour to release you.' "'Oh, holy Mary,' exclaimed Annette, "'am I to stay here by myself all night? "'I shall be frightened out of my senses, "'and I shall die of hunger. "'I have had nothing to eat since dinner.' Emily could scarcely forbear smiling at the heterogeneous distresses of Annette, though she sincerely pitied them, and said what she could to soothe her. At length she obtained something like a direction to the east turret, and quitted the door from Wintz, After many intricacies and perplexities, she reached the steep and winding stairs of the turret, at the foot of which she stopped to rest, and to reanimate her courage with a sense of her duty. As she surveyed the dismal place, she perceived a door on the opposite side of the staircase, and anxious to know whether it would lead her to Madame Antoni, she tried to undraw the vaults which fastened it. A fresher air came to her face as she unclosed the door, which opened upon the east rampart, and the sudden currant had nearly extinguished her light, which she now removed to a distance. And again, looking out upon the obscure terrace, she perceived only the faint outline of the walls and of some towers, while above, heavy clouds, born along the wind seemed to mingle with the stairs, and wrap the night in thicker darkness. As she gazed, now willing to defer the moment of certainty from which she expected only confirmation of evil, a distant footstep reminded her that she might be observed by the men on watch, and hastily closing the doors, she took her lamp and passed up the staircase. Trembling came upon her as she ascended through the gloom. To her melancholy fancy, this seemed to be a place of death, and the chilling silence that reigned confirmed its character. Her spirits faltered, perhaps, said she, I am come hither only to learn a dreadful truth, or to witness some horrible spectacle. I feel that my senses would not survive an addition of horror. The image of her aunt murdered, murdered perhaps by the hand of Montoni, rose to her mind. She trembled, grasped for breath, repented that she had dared to venture hither and checked her steps. But after she had paused a few minutes, the consciousness of her duty returned, and she went on. Still all was silent, at length the track of blood upon a stair caught her eye, and instantly she perceived that the wall and several other steps were stained. She paused, again struggled to support herself, and the lamp almost fell from her trembling hand. Still no sound was heard, no living being seemed to inhabit the turret. A thousand times she wished herself again in her chamber, dreaded to inquire further, dreaded to encounter some horrible spectacle, and yet could not resolve, now that she was so near the termination of her efforts to desist from them. Having again collected courage to proceed, after ascending about halfway up the turret, she came to another door. But here again she stopped in hesitation, listened for sounds within, and then, summoning all her resolution, unclosed it, and entered a chamber which, as her lamp shot its feeble rays through the darkness, seemed to exhibit only deustained and deserted walls. As she stood examining it, in fearful expectation of discovering the remains of her unfortunate aunt, she perceived something lying in an obscure corner of the room, and struck with an horrible conviction that she became for an instant motionless and nearly insensible. Then with a kind of desperate resolution, she hurried towards the object that excited her terror. When perceiving the clothes of some person on the floor, she caught hold of them, and found in her grasp the old uniform of the soldier beneath which appeared a heap of pikes and other arms. Scarcely daring to trust her sight, she continued for some moments to gaze on the object of her late alarm, and then left the chamber, so much comforted and occupied by the conviction that her aunt was not there, that she was going to descend the turret without inquiring further. When, unturning to do so, she observed upon some steps of the second flight and appearance of blood, and remembering that there were yet another chamber to be explored, she again followed the windings of the ascent. Still, as she ascended the track of blood glared upon the stairs. It led her to the door of a landing place that terminated them, but she was unable to follow it further. Now that she was so near the sought for certainty, she dreaded to know it even more than before. It had not fortitude sufficient to speak or to attempt opening the door. Having listened in vain for some sound that might confirm or destroy her fears, she at length laid her hand on the lock, and, finding it fastened, called on Madame Montoni, but only a chilling silence ensued. She is dead, she cried, murdered, her blood is on the stairs. Emily grew very faint, could support herself no longer and had scarcely presence of mind to set down the lamp and place herself on a step. When her recollection returned, she spoke again at the door, and again attempted to open it, and having lingered for some time without receiving any answer or hearing any sound, she descended the turret, and with all the swiftness her feebleness would permit sought her own apartment. As she turned into the corridor, the door of a chamber opened from whence Montoni came forth, but Emily, more terrified than ever to behold him, shrunk back into the passage soon enough to escape being noticed and heard him close the door, which she had perceived was the same she formally observed. Having here listened to his departing steps till their faint sound was lost in distance, she ventured to her apartment, and securing it once again retired to her bed, leaving the lamp burning on the hearth. But sleep was fled from her harassed mind, to which images of horror alone occurred. She endeavored to think it possible that Madame Montoni had not been taken to the turret, but when she recollected the former menaces of her husband, and the terrible spirit of vengeance, which he had displayed on a late occasion, when she remembered his general character, the looks of the men who had forced Madame Montoni from her apartment, and the written traces on the stairs of the turret, she could not doubt that her aunt had been carried thither and could scarcely hope that she had not been carried to be murdered. The gray of morning had long dawned through her casements before Emily closed her eyes and sleep. When wearied nature at length yielded her a respite from suffering. End of volume two, chapter 10, part two of two. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to find out how you can volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. The Mysteries of Udolfo by Ann Radcliffe. Volume two, chapter 11. Who rears the bloody hand? Sayers. Emily remained in her chamber on the following morning without receiving any notice from Montoni or seeing a human being, except the armed men who sometimes passed on the terrace below. Having tasted no food since the dinner of the preceding day, extreme faintness made her feel the necessity of quitting the asylum of her apartment to obtain refreshment. And she was also very anxious to procure liberty for Annette. Willing, however, to deter venturing forth as long as possible and considering whether she should apply to Montoni or to the compassion of some other person, her excessive anxiety concerning her aunt at length overcame her abhorrence of his presence. And she determined to go to him and to entreat that he would suffer her to see Madame Montoni. Meanwhile, it was too certain from the absence of Annette that some accident had befallen Ludovico and that she was still in confinement. Emily therefore resolved also to visit the chamber where she had spoken to her on the preceding night and if the poor girl was yet there to inform Montoni of her situation. It was near noon before she ventured from her apartment and went first to the south gallery whether she passed without meeting a single person or hearing a sound except now and then the echo of a distant footsteps. It was unnecessary to call Annette whose lamentations were audible upon the first approach to the gallery and who, bewailing her own and Ludovico's fate, told Emily that she should certainly be starved to death if she was not let out immediately. Emily replied that she was going to beg her release of Montoni but the terrors of hunger now yielded to those of the senior and when Emily left her she was loudly entreating that her place of refuge might be concealed from him. As Emily drew near the great hall, the sounds she heard and the people she met in the passages renewed her alarm. The latter however were peaceable and did not interrupt her, though they looked earnestly at her as she passed and sometimes spoke. On crossing the hall towards the cedar room where Montoni usually sat she perceived on the pavement fragments of swords some tattered garments stained with blood and almost expected to have seen among them a dead body but from such a spectacle she was at present spared. As she approached the room the sound of several voices issued from within and a dread of appearing before many strangers as well as of an irritating Montoni by such an intrusion made her pause and falter from her purpose. She looked up through the long arcades of the hall in search of a servant who might bear a message but no one appeared and the urgency of what she had to request made her still linger near the door. The voices within were not in contention though she distinguished those of several of the guests of the preceding day but still her resolution failed whenever she would have tapped at the door and she had determined to walk in the hall till some person should appear who might call Montoni from the room when as she turned from the door it was suddenly opened by himself. Emily Trumbleton was confused when he almost started with surprise and all the terrors of his countenance unfolded themselves. She forgot all she would have said and neither inquired for her aunt or entreated for Annette but stood silent and embarrassed. After closing the door he reproved her for a meanness of what she had not been guilty and certainly questioned her what she had overheard an accusation which revived her recollection so far that she assured him she had not come thither with an intention to listen to his conversation but to entreat his compassion for her aunt and for Annette. Montoni seemed to doubt this assertion for he regarded her with a scrutinizing look and the doubt evidently arose from no trifling interest. Emily then further explained to herself and concluded within treating him to inform her where her aunt was placed and to permit that she might visit her but he looked upon her only with a malignant smile which instantly confirmed her worst fears for her aunt and at that moment she had not the courage to renew her entreaties. For Annette said he, if you go to Carlo he will release the girl. The foolish fellow who shut her up died yesterday. Emily shuddered, but my aunt's senior said she, oh, tell me of my aunt. She is taken care of, replied Montoni hastily. I have no time to answer idle questions. He would have passed on but Emily in a voice of agony that could not be wholly resisted conjured him to tell her where Madame Montoni was while he paused and she anxiously watched his continence. A trumpet sounded and in the next moment she heard the heavy gates of the portal open and then the clattering of horses hoofs in the court with the confusion of many voices. She stood for a moment hesitating whether she should follow Montoni who at the sound of the trumpet had passed through the hall and turned her eyes whence it came. She saw through the door that opened beyond a long perspective of arches into the courts, a party of horsemen whom she judged as well as a distance and her embarrassment would allow to be the same she had seen depart a few days before. But she stayed not to scrutinize for when the trumpet sounded again the chivaliers rushed out of the cedar room and men came running into the hall from every quarter of the castle. Emily once more hurried for shelter to her own apartment. Thither she was still pursued by images of horror. She reconsidered Montoni's manners and words when he had spoken of his wife and they served only to confirm her most terrible suspicions. Tears refused any longer to relieve her distress and she sat for a considerable time absorbed in thought when a knocking at the chamber door aroused her unopening which she found old Carlo. Dear young lady said he, I have been so flurried. I never once thought of you till just now. I have brought you some fruit and wine and I am sure you must stand in need of them by this time. Thank you, Carlo, said Emily. This is very good of you. Did the senior remind you of me? No, senora, replied Carlo. His Excellenza has business enough on his hands. Emily then renewed her inquiries, concerning Madame Montoni, but Carlo had been employed at the other end of the castle during the time that she was removed and he had heard nothing since concerning her. While he spoke, Emily looked steadily at him for she scarcely knew whether he was really ignorant or concealed his knowledge of the truth from a fear of offending his master. To several questions concerning the contentions of yesterday he gave very limited answers but told that the disputes were now amicably settled and that the senior believed himself to have been mistaken in his suspicions of his guests. The fighting was about that, senora, said Carlo. But I trust I shall never see such another day in this castle though strange things are about to be done. On her inquiring his meaning, ah, senora added he. It is not for me to betray secrets or tell all I think but time will tell. She then desired him to release Annette and having described the chamber in which the poor girl was confined, he promised to obey her immediately and was departing when she remembered to ask who were the persons just arrived? Her late conjecture was right. It was Verrazzi with his party. Her spirits were somewhat soothed by this short conversation with Carlo. For in her present circumstances it afforded some comfort to hear the accents of compassion and to meet the look of sympathy. An hour passed before Annette appeared who then came weeping and sobbing. Oh, Ludovico, Ludovico, cried she. My poor Annette, said Emily, and made her sit down. Who could have foreseen this, Memzal? Oh, miserable wretched day that ever I should live to see it. And she continued to moan and lament till Emily thought it was necessary to check her excess of grief. We are continually losing dear friends by death, said she with a sigh that came from her heart. We must submit to the will of heaven. Our tears alas, cannot recall the dead. Annette took the tangerchief from her face. You will meet Ludovico in a better world, I hope, added Emily. Yes, yes, Memzal, sobbed Annette. But I hope I shall meet him again in this, though he is so wounded. Wounded, exclaimed Emily. Does he live? Yes, Mem. But he has a terrible wound and could not come to let me out. They thought him dead at first and he has not been rightly himself till within this hour. Well Annette, I rejoice to hear he lives. Lives, holy saints, why he will not die, surely? Emily said she hoped not, but this expression of hope Annette thought implied fear and her own increased in proportion as Emily endeavored to encourage her. To inquiries concerning Madame Montoni, she could give no satisfactory answers. I quite forgot to ask among the servants, Memzal, said she, for I could think of nobody but poor Ludovico. Annette's grief was now somewhat assaged and Emily sent her to make inquiries concerning her lady, of whom, however, she could obtain no intelligence, some of the people she spoke with being really ignorant of her fate and others having promptly received orders to conceal it. The day passed with Emily in continued grief and anxiety for her aunt, but she was unmolested by any notice from Montoni. And now that Annette was liberated, she obtained food without exposing herself to danger or impertinence. Two following days passed in the same manner unmarked by any occurrence during which she obtained no information of Madame Montoni. On the evening of the second, having dismissed Annette and retired to bed, her mind became haunted by the most dismal images, such as her long anxiety concerning her aunt suggested. An unable to forget herself for a moment or to vanquish the phantoms that tormented her, she rose from her bed and went to one of the casements of her chamber to breathe a freer air. All without was silent and dark, unless that could be called light, which was only the faint glimmer of the stars showing imperfectly the outline of the mountains, the western towers of the castle and the ramparts below where a solitary sentel was pacing. What an image of her pose did this scene present? The fierce and terrible passions, too, which so often agitated the inhabitants of this edifice, seen now hushed in sleep. Those mysterious workings that roused the elements of man's nature into tempest were calm. Emily's heart was not so, but her sufferings, though deep partook of the gentle character of her mind. Hers was a silent anguish, weeping yet enduring, not the wild energy of passion in flaming imagination bearing down the barriers of reason and living in a world of its own. The air refreshed her and she continued at the casement looking on the shadowy scene over which the planets burned with a clear light amid the deep blue ether as they silently moved in their destined course. She remembered how often she had gazed on them with her dear father, how often he had pointed out their way in the heavens and explained their laws. And these reflections led to others which in an almost equal degree awakened her grief and astonishment. They brought a retrospect of all the strange and mournful events which had occurred since she lived in peace with her parents. And to Emily, who had been so tenderly educated, so tenderly loved, who once knew only goodness and happiness, to her the late events and her present situation in a foreign land, in a remote castle, surrounded by vice and violence, seemed more like the visions of a distempered imagination than the circumstances of truth. She wept to think of what her parents would have suffered. Could they have foreseen the events of her future life? While she raised her streaming eyes to heaven, she observed the same planet which she had seen in Languedoc on the night preceding her father's death, rise above the eastern towers of the castle. While she remembered the conversation which has passed concerning the probable state of departed souls, remembered also the solemn music she had heard and to which the tenderness of her spirits had, in spite of her reason, given a superstitious meaning. At these recollections she wept again and continued musing when suddenly the notes of sweet music passed on the air. A superstitious dread stole over her. She stood listening for some moments in trembling expectation and then endeavored to recollect her thoughts and to reason herself into composure. But human reason cannot establish her laws on subjects lost in the obscurity of imagination any more than the eye can ascertain the form of objects that only glimmer through the dimness of night. Her surprise on hearing such soothing and delicious sounds was at least justifiable. For it was long, very long, since she had listened to anything like melody. The fierce trumpet and the shrill fife were the only instruments she had heard since her arrival at Udalfo. When her mind was somewhat more composed, she tried to ascertain from what quarter the sounds proceeded and thought they came from below. But whether from her room of the castle or from the terrace, she could not with certainty judge. Fear and surprise now yielded to the enchantment of a strain that floated on the silent night with the most soft and melancholy sweetness. Suddenly it seemed her move to a distance, trembled faintly and then entirely ceased. She continued to listen, sunk in that pleasing repose which soft music leaves on the mind, but it came no more. Upon this strange circumstance, her thoughts were long engaged. For strange it certainly was to hear music at midnight when every inhabitant of the castle had long since retired to rest, and in a place where nothing like harmony had been heard before, probably for many years. Long suffering had made her spirits peculiarly sensible to terror and liable to be affected by the illusions of superstition. It now seemed to her as if her dead father had spoken to her in that strain to inspire her with comfort and confidence on the subject which had then occupied her mind. Yet reason told her that this was a wild conjecture and she was inclined to dismiss it, but with the inconsistency so natural when imagination guides the thoughts, she then wavered towards a belief as wild. She remembered the singular event connected with the castle which had given it into the possession of its present owner. And when she considered the mysterious manner in which its late possessor had disappeared and that she had never since been heard of, her mind was impressed with a high degree of solemn awe so that, though there appeared no clue to connect that event with the late music, she was inclined fancifully to think they had some relation to each other. At this conjecture a sudden chillness ran through her frame. She looked fearfully upon the duskiness of her chamber and the dead silence that prevailed there heightened to her fancy its gloomy aspect. At length she laughed the casement but her steps faltered as she approached the bed and she stopped and looked round. The single lamp that burned in her spacious chamber was expiring for a moment she shrunk from darkness beyond then ashamed of the weakness which however she could not wholly conquer went forward to the bed where her mind did not soon know the soothing of sleep. She still mused on the late occurrence and looked with anxiety to the next night when at the same hour she determined to watch whether the music returned. If those sounds were human, said she, I shall probably hear them again. End of Chapter 11. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Red Abrass. The Mysteries of Udalfo by Anne Radcliffe Volume 2, Chapter 12. Then, O you blessed ministers above, keep me in patience and in ripened time, unfold the evil which is here wrapped up in countenance. Shakespeare. Annette came almost breathless to Emily's apartment in the morning. Oh, ma'am Zell, said she in broken sentences. What news I have to tell? I have found out who the prisoner is, but he was no prisoner, neither. He that was shut up in the chamber I told you off. I must think him a ghost for soothe. Who was the prisoner, inquired Emily, while her thoughts glanced back to the circumstance of the preceding night. You mistake, ma'am, said Annette. He was not a prisoner after all. Who is the person then? Holy saints rejoined Annette. How I was surprised I met him just now on the rampart below there. I never was so surprised in my life. Ah, ma'am Zell, this is a strange place. I should never have done wandering if I was to live here and 100 years. But as I was saying, I met him just now on the rampart and I was thinking of nobody less than of him. This shriveling is insupportable, said Emily. Pray thee, Annette, do not torture my patience any longer. Nay, ma'am Zell, guess, guess who it was. It was somebody you know very well. I cannot guess, said Emily impatiently. Nay, ma'am Zell, I'll tell you something to guess by. A tall senior with a longish face who walks so stately and used to wear such a high feather in his hat and used often to look down upon the ground when people spoke to him and to look at people from under his eyebrows as it were also dark and frowning. You have seen him often and often at Venice, ma'am. Then he was so intimate with the senior too. And now I think of it. I wonder what he could be afraid of in this lonely old castle that he should set himself up for. But he has come abroad now for I met him on the rampart just this minute. I trembled when I saw him for I always was afraid of him somehow. But I determined I would not let him see it. So I went up to him and made him a low curtsy. You are welcome to the castle, senior Orsino, said I. Oh, it was senior Orsino then, said Emily. Yes, ma'am Zell, senior Orsino himself who caused that Venetian gentleman to be killed and has been popping about from place to place ever since as I hear. Good God, exclaimed Emily, recovering from the shock of this intelligence. And is he come to Dolfo? He does well to endeavor to conceal himself. Yes, ma'am Zell, but if that was all, this desolate place would conceal him without his shutting himself up in one room. Who would think of coming to look for him here? I'm sure I should as soon think of going to look for anybody in the other world. There is some truth in that, said Emily, who would now have concluded it was Orsino's music which she had heard on the preceding night, had she not known that he had neither taste or skill in the art. But though she was unwilling to add to the number of Annette's surprises by mentioning the subject of her own, she inquired whether any person in the castle played on a musical instrument. Oh yes, ma'am Zell, there is Benedetto, plays the great drum to admiration, and then there is Lancelot, the trumpeter. Nay, for that matter Ludovico himself can play on the trumpet, but he is ill now. I remember once, Emily interrupted her. Have you heard no other music since you came to the castle? None last night? Why, did you hear any last night, Manzell? Emily evaded this question by repeating her own. Why, no ma'am replied Annette. I never heard any music here. I must say, but the drums and the trumpet, and so for last night I did nothing but dream. I saw my late lady's ghost. Your late ladies, said Emily in a tremulous voice. You have heard more than. Tell me, tell me all, Annette. I entreat, tell me the worst at once. Nay, ma'am Zell, you know the worst already. I know nothing, said Emily. Yes, you do, ma'am Zell, you know that nobody knows anything about her, and it is plain therefore she is gone. The way of the first lady of the castle, nobody ever knew anything about her. Emily leaned her head upon her hand and was, for some time, silent. Then, telling Annette, she wished to be alone. The latter left the room. The remark of Annette had revived Emily's terrible suspicion concerning the fate of Madam Montoni, and she resolved to make another effort to obtain certainty on this subject by applying to Montoni once more. When Annette returned a few hours after, she told Emily that the porter of the castle wished very much to speak with her, for that he had something of importance to say. Her spirits had, however, of late been so subject to alarm that any new circumstance excited it, and this message from the porter, when her first surprise was over, made her look round for some lurking danger. The more suspiciously, perhaps, because she had frequently remarked the unpleasant air and countenance of this man. She now hesitated. Whether to speak with him, doubting even that this request was only a pretext to draw her into some danger, but a little reflection showed her the improbability of this, and she blushed at her weak fears. I'll speak to him, Annette, said she, desire him to come to the corridor immediately. Annette departed, and soon after returned. Barnardine Mamzell, said she, dare not come to the corridor, lest he should be discovered. It is so far from his post, and he dare not even leave the gates for a moment now, but if you will come to him at the portal, through some roundabout passages he told me of, without crossing the courts, he has that to tell, which will surprise you, but you must not come through the courts, lest the senior should see you. Emily, neither approving these roundabout passage, nor the other part of the request now, positively refused to go. Tell him, said she, if he has anything of consequence to impart, I'll hear him in the corridor, whenever he has an opportunity of coming dither. Annette went to deliver this message, and was absent a considerable time. When she returned, it won't do Mamzell, said she. Barnardine has been considering all this time what can be done, for it is as much as his place is worth to leave his post now, but if you will come to the east rampart in the dusk of the evening, he can perhaps steal away and tell you all he has to say. Emily was surprised and alarmed, at the secrecy which this man seemed to think so necessary and hesitated whether to meet him, still considering that he might mean to warn her of some serious danger she resolved to go. Soon after sunset, said she, I'll be at the end of the east rampart, but then the watch will be set, she added recollecting herself, and how can Barnardine pass unobserved? This is just what I said to him, Mam, and he answered me that he had the key of the gate at the end of the rampart that leads towards the coats and could let himself through that way, and as for the sentinels, there were none at this end of the terrace, because the place is guarded enough by high walls of the castle and the east turret, and he said those at the other end were too far off to see him, if it was pretty duskish. Well, said Emily, I must hear what he has to tell, and therefore desire you will go with me to the terrace this evening. He desired it might be pretty duskish, Mamzell, repeated Annette, because of the watch. Emily paused and then said she would be on the terrace an hour after sunset, and tell Barnardine, she added, to be punctual to the time, for that I also may be observed by Senor Montoni. Where is Senor? I would speak with him. He is in the Sadaad chamber, Mam, counselling with the other Senors. He's going to give them a sort of treat today to make up for what passed at the last. I suppose the people are all very busy in the kitchen. Emily now inquired if Montoni expected any new guests, and Annette believed that he did not. Poor Ludovico, added she, he would be as merry as the best of them if he was well, but he may recover yet. Count Murano was wounded as bad as he, and he's got well again, and has gone back to Venice. Is he so? said Emily. When did you hear this? I heard it last night, Mamzell, but I forgot to tell it. Emily asked some further questions, and then, desiring, Annette would observe and inform her when Montoni was alone, the girl went on to deliver her message to Bernadine. Montoni was, however, so much engaged during the whole day that Emily had no opportunity of seeking a release from her terrible suspense concerning her aunt. Annette was employed in watching his steps, and in attending upon Ludovico, whom she assisted by Catarina, nursed with the utmost care, and Emily was, of course, left much alone. Her thoughts dwelt upon on the message of the porter, and were employed in conjecturing the subject that occasioned it, which she sometimes imagined concerned the fate of Madame Montoni at others that is related to some personal danger which threatened herself. The cautious secrecy which Bernadine observed in his conduct inclined her to believe the latter. As the hour of appointment drew near, her impatience increased. At length the sun set, she heard the passing steps of the sentinels going to their posts, and waited only for Annette to accompany her to the terrace, who soon after came, and they descended together. When Emily expressed apprehensions of meeting Montoni or some of his guests, oh, there's no fear of that, ma'amzeal, said Annette. They are all set in to feasting yet, and that Bernadine knows. They reached the first terrace, where the sentinels demanded who passed, and Emily, having answered, walked on to the East rampart at the entrance of which they were again stopped, and having again replied, were permitted to proceed. But Emily did not like to expose herself to the discretion of these men. At such an hour, an impatient to withdraw from the situation, she stepped hastily on in search of Bernadine. He was not yet come. She leaned pensively on the wall of the rampart, and waited for him. The gloom of twilight sat deep on the surrounding objects, blending in soft confusion in the valley, the mountains and the woods, whose tall heads stirred by the evening breeze gave the only sounds that stole on silence, except a faint, faint chorus of distant voices that arose from within the castle. What voices are those? said Emily, as she fearfully listened. It is only the senior and his guests, carousing, replied Annette. Good God! thought Emily. Can this man's heart be so gay when he has made another being so wretched? If indeed my aunt is yet suffered to feel her wretchedness? Oh, whatever are my own sufferings, may my heart never, never be hardened against those of others. She looked up with a sensation of horror to the east turret, near which she then stood, a light glimmered through the grates of the lower chamber, but those of the upper one were dark. Presently she perceived a person moving with a lamp across the lower room, but this circumstance revived no hope concerning Madame Montani, whom she had vainly sought in that apartment, which had appeared to contain only soldiers' account remence. Emily, however, determined to attempt the outer door of the turret, as soon as Bernardine should withdraw, and if it was unfastened, to make another effort to discover her aunt. The moments passed, but still Bernardine did not appear, and Emily, becoming uneasy, hesitated whether to wait any longer. She would have sent Annette to the portal to hasten him, but feared to be left alone, for it was now almost dark, and a melancholy streak of red that still lingered in the west was the only vestige of departed day. The strong interest, however, which Bernardine's message had awakened, overcame other apprehensions and still detained her. While she was conjecturing with Annette what could thus occasion his absence, they heard a key turn in the lock of the gate near them, and presently saw a man advancing. It was Bernardine, of whom Emily hastily inquired what he had to communicate and desired that he would tell her quickly, for I am chilled with this evening air, said she. You must dismiss your maid, lady, said the man in a voice, the deep tone of which shocked her. What I have to tell is to you only. Emily, after some hesitation, desired Annette to withdraw to a little distance. Now, my friend, what would you say? He was silent a moment, as if considering and then said, that which would cost me my place at least if it came to the senior's ears. You must promise, lady, that nothing shall ever make you tell a syllable of the matter. I have been trusted in this affair, and if it was known that I betrayed my trust, my life perhaps might answer it. But I was concerned for you, lady, and I resolved to tell you. He paused. Emily thanked him, assured him that he might repose on her discretion, and entreated him to dispatch. Annette told us in the hall how unhappy you was about Senora Montani and how much you wished to know what was become of her. Most true, said Emily eagerly, and you can inform me. I conjoy you, tell me the worst, without hesitation. She rested her trembling arm upon the wall. I can tell you, said Bernadine, and paused. Emily had no power to enforce her entreaties. I can tell you, resumed Bernadine, but what, exclaimed Emily, recovering her resolution. Here I am, Mamzell, said Annette, who having heard the eager tone in which Emily pronounced these words, came running towards her. Retire, said Bernadine sternly, you are not wanted, and as Emily said nothing, Annette obeyed. I can tell you, repeated the porter, but I know not how. You was afflicted before. I am prepared for the worst, my friend, said Emily, in a firm and solemn voice. I can support any certainty better than the suspense. Well, Senora, if that is the case, you shall hear. You know, I suppose, that the Senor and his lady used sometimes to disagree. It is none of my concerns to inquire what it was about, but I believe you know it was so. Well, said Emily, proceed. The Senor, it seems, had lately been very much wrapped against her. I saw all and heard all, a great deal more than people thought for, but it was none of my business, so I said nothing. A few days ago, the Senor sent for me, Bernadine says he, you are an honest man, I think I can trust you. I assured his excellency that he could. Then, says he, as near as I can remember, I have an affair in hand, which I want you to assist me in. Then he told me what I was to do, but that I shall say nothing about, it concerned only the Senora. Oh heavens, exclaimed Emily, what have you done? Bernadine hesitated and was silent. What fiend could tempt him or you to such an act? cried Emily, chilled with horror and scarcely able to support her fainting spirits. It was a fiend, said Bernadine, in a gloomy tone of voice. They were now both silent. Emily had not courage to inquire further and Bernadine seemed to shrink from telling more. At length, he said, it is of no use to think of the past. The Senor was cruel enough, but he would be obeyed. What signified my refusing? He would have found others who had no scruples. You have murdered her then, said Emily, in a hollow and inward voice. I am talking with a murderer. Bernadine stood silent while Emily turned from him and attempted to leave the place. Stay, lady, said he. You deserve to think so still, since you can believe me capable of such a deed. If you are innocent, tell me quickly, said Emily, in faint accents, for I feel I shall not be able to hear you long. I will tell you no more, said he, and walked away. Emily had just strength enough to bid him stay and then to call Annette on whose arm she leaned and they walked slowly up the rampart till they heard steps behind them. It was Bernadine again. Send away the girl, said he, and I'll tell you more. She must not go, said Emily. What do you have to say? She may hear. May she so, lady, said he. You shall know no more then, and he was going, though slowly when Emily's anxiety overcoming the resentment and fear which the man's behavior had roused, she desired him to stay and bid Annette retire. The senora is alive, said he, for me. She is my prisoner, though. His excellency has shut her up in the chamber over the great gates of the court and I have the charge of her. I was going to have told you, you might see her, but now. Emily relieved from an unutterable load of anguish by the speech, had now only to ask Bernadine's forgiveness and to conjure that he would let her visit her aunt. He complied with less reluctance than she expected and told her that if she would repair on the following night when the senior was retired to rest to the post and gate of the castle, she should perhaps see Madame Montoni. Amid all the thankfulness which Emily felt for this concession, she thought she observed a malicious shrimp in his manner. When he pronounced the last words, but in the next moment she dismissed the thought and having again thanked him, commended her aunt to his pity and assured him that she would herself reward him and would be punctual to her appointment. She bade him good night and retired unabsorbed to her chamber. It was a considerable time before the tumult of joy which Bernadine's unexpected intelligence had occasioned allowed Emily to think with clearness or to be conscious of the real dangers that still surrounded Madame Montoni and herself. When this agitation subsided, she perceived that her aunt was yet the prisoner of a man to whose vengeance or avarice she might fall a sacrifice and when she further considered the savage aspect of the person who was appointed to guard Madame Montoni, her doom appeared to be already sealed for the countenance of Bernadine seemed to bear the stamp of a murderer and when she had looked upon it, she felt inclined to believe that there was no deed, however black, which he might not be prevailed upon to execute. These reflections brought to her remembrance the tone of voice in which he had promised to grant her request to see his prisoner and she mused upon it long in uneasiness and doubt. Sometimes she even hesitated whether to trust herself with him at the lonely hour he had appointed and once and only once it struck her that Madame Montoni might be already murdered and that this Ruffian was appointed to decoy herself to some secret place where her life also was to be sacrificed to the avarice of Montoni who then would claim securely the contested estates in Languidoc. The consideration of the enormity of such guilt did, at length, relieve her from the belief of its probability but not from all the doubts and fears which a recollection of Bernadine's manner had occasioned. From these subjects her thoughts, at length, passed to others and as the evening advanced she remembered with somewhat more than surprise the music she had heard on the preceding night and now awaited its return with more than curiosity. She distinguished till a late hour the distant carousels of Montoni and his companions, the loud contest, the dissolute laugh and the choral song that made the halls re-echo. At length she heard the heavy gates of the castle shut for the night and those sounds instantly sunk into a silence which was disturbed only by the whispering steps of persons passing through the galleries to their remote rooms. Emily now judging it to be about the time when she had heard the music on the preceding night dismissed Annette and gently opened the casement to watch for its return. The planet she had so particularly noticed at the recurrence of the music was not yet risen but with superstitious weakness she kept her eyes fixed on that part of the hemisphere where it would rise almost expecting that when it appeared the sounds would return. At length it came serenely bright over the eastern towers of the castle. Her heart trembled when she perceived it and she had scarcely courage to remain at the casement lest the returning music should confirm her terror and subdue the little strength she yet retained. The clock soon after struck one and knowing this to be about the time when the sounds had occurred she sat down in a chair near the casement and endeavored to compose her spirits but the anxiety of expectation yet disturbed them. Everything however remained still she heard only the solitary step of a sentinel and the lulling murmur of the woods below and she again leaned from the casement and again looked as if for intelligence to the planet which was now risen high above the towers. Emily continued to listen but no music came. Those were surely no mortal sounds, said she, recollecting their entrancing melody. No inhabitant of this castle could utter such and where is the feeling that could modulate such exquisite expression? We all know that it has been affirmed celestial sounds have sometimes been heard on earth. Father Pierre and Father Anthony declared that they had sometimes heard them in the stillness of night when they alone were waking to offer their horizons to heaven. Nay, my dear father himself once said that soon after my mother's death as he lay watchful in grief sounds of uncommon sweetness called him from his bed and on opening his window he heard lofty music pass along the midnight air. It soothed him, he said. He looked up with confidence to heaven and resigned her to his guard. Emily paused to weep at this recollection. Perhaps resumed she. Perhaps those strains I heard were sent to comfort to encourage me. Never shall I forget those I heard at this hour in Languidoc. Perhaps my father watches over me at this moment. She wept again in tenderness. Thus passed the hour in watchfulness and solemn thought but no sounds returned. And after remaining at the casement till the light tint of dawn began to edge the mountaintops and steel upon the nightshade she concluded that they would not return and retired reluctantly to repose. End of Volume 2, Chapter 12. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Red Abrass. The Mysteries of Udalfo by Anne Radcliffe. Volume 3, Chapter 1. I will advise you where to plant yourselves, and acquaint you with the perfect spy of the time. The moment on it, for it must be done tonight. Macbeth. Emily was somewhat surprised on the following day to find that Annette had heard of Madam Montoni's confinement in the chamber over the portal as well as of her proposed visit there on the approaching night. That the circumstance which Bernardine had so solemnly enjoined her to conceal had himself told to so indiscreet and hearer as Annette appeared very improbable, though he had now charged her with a message concerning the intended interview. He requested that Emily would meet him unattended on the terrace at a little after midnight when he himself would lead her to the place he had promised, a proposal from which she immediately shrunk for a thousand vague fears darted atward her mind. Such as had tormented her on the preceding night and which she neither knew how to trust or to dismiss. It frequently occurs to her that Bernardine might have deceived her concerning Madam Montoni whose murder perhaps he really was and that he had deceived her by order of Montoni the more easily to draw her into some of the desperate designs of the latter. The terrible suspicion that Madam Montoni no longer lived thus came accompanied by one not less dreadful for herself. Unless the crime by which the aunt had suffered was instigated merely by resentment and connected with profit a motive upon which Montoni did not appear very lightly to act, its object must be unattended till the niece was also dead to whom Montoni knew that his wife's estates must descend. Emily remembered the words which had informed her that the contested estates in France would devolve to her if Madam Montoni died without consigning them to her husband and the former obstinate perseverance of her aunt made it too probable that she had to the last withheld them. At this instant, recollecting Bernardine's manner on the preceding night, she now believed what she had done fancied that it expressed malignant triumph. She shuddered at the recollection which confirmed her fears and determined not to meet him on the terrace. Soon after, she was inclined to consider these suspicions as the extravagant exaggerations of a timid and harassed mind and could not believe Montoni liable to such preposterous depravity as that of destroying from one motive his wife and her niece. She blamed herself for suffering her romantic imagination to carry her so far beyond the bounds of probability and determined to endeavor to check its rapid flights lest they should sometimes extend into madness. Still, however, she shrunk from the thought of meeting Bernardine on the terrace at midnight and still the wish to be relieved from this terrible suspense concerning her aunt to see her and to soothe her sufferings made her hesitate what to do. Yet, how is it possible, Annette, I can pass to the terrace at that hour? said she, recollecting herself. The sentinels will stop me and Senor Montini will hear of the affair. Oh, Mamzal, that is well thought of, replied Annette. That is what Bernardine told me about. He gave me this key and bade me say it unlocks the door at the end of the vaulted gallery that opens near the end of the East rampad so that you need not pass any of the men on watch. He bade me say too that his reason for requesting you to come to the terrace was because he could take you to the place you want to go to without opening the great doors of the hall which grates so heavily. Emily's spirits were somewhat calmed by this explanation which seemed to be honestly given to Annette. But why did he desire I would come alone, Annette, said she. Why? That was what I asked him myself, Mamzal. Says I, why is my young lady to come alone? Surely I may come with her. What harm can I do? But he said, no, no, I tell you not in his gruff way. Nay, says I, I have been trusted in as great affairs as this I warrant and it's hard matter if I can't keep a secret now. Still he would say nothing but no, no, no. Well, says I, if you will only trust me I'll tell you a great secret that was told to me a month ago and I have never opened my lips about it yet so you need not be afraid of telling me but all would not do. Then, Mamzal, I went so far as to offer him a beautiful new sequin that Ludobico gave me for a keepsake and I would not have parted with it for all Saint Marco's place but even that would not do. Now what can be the reason of this? But I know, you know, Mam, who you are going to see, pray did Bernardine tell you this? He? No, Mamzal, that he did not. Emily inquired who did, but Annette shewed that she could keep a secret. During the remainder of the day, Emily's mind was agitated with doubts and fears and contrary determinations on the subject of meeting this Bernardine on the rampact and submitting herself to his guidance, she scarcely knew wither. Pity for her aunt and anxiety for herself alternately swayed her determination and night came before she had decided upon her conduct. She heard the castle clock strike 11, 12 and yet her mind wavered. The time, however, was now come when she could hesitate no longer and then the interest she felt for her aunt overcame other considerations and bidding Annette follow her to the outer door of the vaulted gallery and there await her return, she descended from her chamber. The castle was perfectly still and the great hall where so lately she had witnessed a scene of dreadful contention, now returned only the whispering footsteps of the two solitary figures gliding fearfully between the pillars and gleamed only to the feeble lamp they carried. Emily, deceived by the long shadows of the pillars and by the catching lights between, often stopped, imagining she saw some person moving in the distant obscurity of the perspective and as she passed these pillars, she feared to turn her eyes toward them, almost expecting to see a figure start out from behind their broad shaft. She reached, however, the vaulted gallery without interruption but enclosed its outer door with a trembling hand and charging Annette not to quit it and to keep it a little open that she might be heard if she called, she delivered to her the lamp which she did not dare to take herself because of the men on watch and alone stepped out upon the dark terrace. Everything was so still that she feared lest her own light steps should be heard by the distant sentinels and she walked cautiously towards this spot where she had before met Bernardine listening for a sound and looking onward through the gloom in search of him. At length she was startled by a deep voice that spoke near her and she paused uncertain whether it was his till it spoke again and she then recognized the hollow tones of Bernardine who had been punctual to the moment and was at the appointed place resting on the rampart wall. After chiding her for not coming sooner and saying that he had been waiting nearly half an hour he desired Emily who had made no reply to follow him to the door through which he had entered the terrace. While he unlocked it she looked back to that she had left and observing the rays of the lamp stream through a small opening was certain that Annette was still there. But a remote situation could little befriend Emily after she had quitted the terrace and when Bernardine unclosed the gate the dismal aspect of the passage beyond shunned by a torch burning on the pavement made her shrink from following him alone and she refused to go unless Annette might accompany her. This however Bernardine absolutely refused to permit mingling at the same time with his refusal such artful circumstances to heighten the pity and curiosity of Emily towards her aunt that she at length consented to follow him alone to the portal. He then took up the torch and led her along the passage at the extremity of which he unlocked another door whence they descended a few steps into a chapel which as Bernardine held up the torch to light her Emily observed to be in ruins and she immediately recollected a former conversation of Annette concerning it with very unpleasant emotions. She looked fearfully on the almost roofless walls green with dams and on the gothic points of the windows where the ivy and the bryony had long supplied the place of glass and ran mantling among the broken capitals of some columns that had once supported the roof. Bernardine stumbled over the broken pavement and his voice as he uttered a sudden oath was returned in hollow echoes that made it more terrific. Emily's heart sunk but she still followed him and he turned out of what had been the principal aisle of the chapel. Down these steps lady said Bernardine as he descended a flight which appeared to lead into the walls but Emily passed on the top and demanded in a tremulous tone with her he was conducting her. To the portal said Bernardine cannot we go through the chapel to the portal? said Emily. No sonora that leads to the inner court which I don't choose to unlock. This way and we shall reach the outer court presently. Emily still hesitated fearing not only to go on but since she had gone thus far to irritate Bernardine by refusing to go further. Come lady said the man who had nearly reached the bottom of the flight make a little haste I cannot wait here all night. Wither do these steps lead said Emily yet pausing. To the portal repeated Bernardine in an angry tone. I will wait no longer as he said this he moved on with the light and Emily fearing to provoke him by further delay reluctantly followed. From the steps they proceeded through a passage adjoining the walls of which were dropping with unwholesome dews and the vapors that crept along the ground made the torch burn so dimly that Emily expected every moment to see it extinguished and Bernardine could scarcely find his way. As they advanced these vapors thickened and Bernardine believing the torch was expiring stopped for a moment to trim it. As he then rested against a pair of iron gates that opened from the passage Emily saw by uncertain flashes of light the walls beyond and near her heaps of earth that seemed to surround an open grave. Such an object in such a scene would at any time have disturbed her but now she was shocked by an instantaneous presentiment that this was the grave of her unfortunate aunt and that the treacherous Bernardine was leading herself to destruction. The obscure and terrible place to which he had conducted her seemed to justify the thought. It was a place suited for murder, a receptacle for the dead, where a deed of horror might be committed and no vestige appeared to proclaim it. Emily was so overwhelmed with terror that for a moment she was unable to determine what conduct to pursue. She then considered that it would be vain to attempt an escape from Bernardine by flight since the length and the intricacy of the way she had passed would soon enable him to overtake her who was unacquainted with turnings and whose feebleness would not suffer her to run long with swiftness. She feared equally to irritate him by a disclosure of her suspicions which a refusal to accompany him further certainly would do and since she was already as much in his power as it was possible, she could be if she proceeded, she at length determined to suppress as far as she could the appearance of apprehension and to follow silently with her he designed to lead her. Pailed with horror and anxiety, she now waited till Bernardine had trimmed the torch and as her sight glanced again upon the grave, she could not forebear inquiring for whom it was prepared. He took his eyes from the torch and fixed them upon her face without speaking. She faintly repeated the question but the man shaking the torch passed on and she followed trembling to a second flight of steps having ascended which a door delivered them into the first court of the castle. As they crossed it, the light shewed the high black walls around them infringed with long grass and dank weeds that found a scanty soil among the mouldering stones, the heavy buttresses with here and there between them a narrow gate that admitted a freer circulation of air to the court, the massy iron gates that led to the castle whose clustering turrets appeared above and opposite the huge tars and arc of the portal itself. In this scene, the large uncouth person of Bernardine bearing the torch formed a characteristic figure. This Bernardine was wrapped in a long dark cloak with scarcely allowed the kind of half boots or sandals that were laced upon his legs to appear and shewed only the point of a broad sword which he usually wore, slung in a belt across his shoulders. On his head was a heavy flat velvet cap somewhat resembling a turban in which was a short feather. The visage beneath it shewed strong features and a countenance forrode with the lines of cunning and darkened by habitual discontent. The view of the court, however, reanimated Emily who, as she crossed silently towards the portal, began to hope that her own fears and not the treachery of Bernardine had deceived her. She looked anxiously up at the first casement that appeared above the lofty arch of the portcullis but it was dark and she inquired whether it belonged to the chamber where Madame Montoni was confined. Emily spoke low and Bernardine perhaps did not hear her question, for he returned no answer and they soon after entered the post and door of the gateway which brought them to the foot of a narrow staircase that wound up one of the towers. Up the staircase the senora lies, said Bernardine. Lies? repeated Emily faintly as she began to ascend. She lies in the upper chamber, said Bernardine. As they passed up the wind which poured through the narrow cavities in the wall made the torch flare and it threw a stronger gleam upon the grim and shallow countenance of Bernardine and discovered more fully the desolation of the place the rough stone walls, the spiral stairs black with age and a suit of ancient armor with an iron visor that hung upon the walls and appeared a trophy of some former victory. Having reached a landing place you may wait here lady said he applying a key to the door of a chamber while I go up and tell the senora you are coming that ceremony is unnecessary replied Emily my aunt will rejoice to see me I am not so sure of that said Bernardine pointing to the room he had opened come in here lady while I step up Emily surprised and somewhat shocked did not dare to oppose him further but as he was turning away with the torch desired he would not leave her in darkness he looked around and observing a tripod lamp that stood on the stairs lighted and gave it to Emily who stepped forward into a large old chamber and he closed the door as she listened anxiously to his departing steps she thought he descended instead of ascending the stairs but the gusts of wind that whistled around the portal would not allow her to hear distinctly any other sound still however she listened and perceiving no step in the room above where he had affirmed Madame Montoni to be her anxiety increased though she considered that the thickness of the floor in this strong building might prevent any sound reaching her from the upper chamber the next moment in a pause of the wind she distinguished Bernardine's step descending to the court and then thought she heard his voice but the rising gust again overcoming other sounds Emily to be certain on this point moved softly to the door which on attempting to open it she discovered was fastened all the horrid apprehensions that had lately assailed her returned at this instant with redoubled force and no longer appeared like the exaggerations of a timid spirit but seemed to have been sent to warn her of her fate she now did not doubt that Madame Montoni had been murdered perhaps in this very chamber or that she herself was brought hither for the same purpose the countenance the manners and the recollected words of Bernardine when he had spoken of her aunt confirmed her worst fears for some moments she was incapable of considering of any means by which she might attempt an escape still she listened but heard footsteps neither on the stairs or in the room above she thought however that she again distinguished Bernardine's voice below and went to a grated window that opened upon the court to inquire further here she plainly heard his horse accents mingling with the blast that swept by but they were lost again so quickly that their meaning could not be interpreted and then the light of a torch which seemed to issue from the portal below flashed across the court and the long shadow of a man who was under the archway appeared upon the pavement Emily from the hugeness of the sudden portrait concluded it to be that of Bernardine but other deep tones which passed in the wind soon convinced her he was not alone and that his companion was not a person very liable to pity when her spirits had overcome the first shock of her situation she held up the lamp to examine if the chamber afforded a possibility of an escape it was a spacious room whose walls wainscotted with rough oak shewed no casement but the grated one which Emily had left and no other door than that by which she had entered the feeble rays of the lamp however did not allow her to see at once its full extent she perceived no furniture except indeed an iron chair fastened in the centre of the chamber immediately over which depending on the chain from the ceiling hung an iron ring having gazed upon these for some time with wonder and horror she next observed iron bars below made for the purpose of confining the feet and on the arms of the chair were rings of the same metal as she continued to serve with them she concluded that they were instruments of torture and it struck her that some poor wretch had once been fastened in this chair and had there been starved to death she was chilled by the thought but what was her agony when in the next moment it occurred to her that her aunt might have been one of these victims and that she herself might be the next acute pain seized her head she was scarcely able to hold the lamp and looking round for support was seating herself unconsciously in the iron chair itself but suddenly perceiving where she was she started from it in horror and sprung towards a remote end of the room here again she looked round for a seat to sustain her and perceived only a dark curtain which descending from the ceiling to the floor was drawn along the whole side of the chamber ill as she was the appearance of this curtain struck her and she paused to gaze upon it in wonder and apprehension it seemed to conceal a recess of the chamber she whisked yet dreaded to lift it and to discover what it wheeled twice she was withheld by a recollection of the terrible spectacle her daring hand had formerly unveiled in an apartment of the castle till suddenly conjecturing that it concealed the body of her murdered aunt she seized it in a fit of desperation and drew it aside beyond appeared a corpse stretched on a kind of low couch which was crimson with human blood as was the floor beneath the features deformed by death were ghastly and horrible and more than one livid wound appeared in the face she bending over the body gazed for a moment with an eager frenzied eye but in the next the lamp dropped from her hand and she fell senseless at the foot of the couch when her senses had turned she found herself surrounded by men among whom was Bernardine who were lifting her from the floor and then bore her along the chamber she was sensible of what passed but the extreme languor of her spirits did not permit her to speak or move or even to feel any distinct fear they carried her down the staircase by which she had ascended when having reached the archway they stopped and one of the men taking the torch from Bernardine opened a small door that was cut in the great gate and as he stepped out upon the road the light he bore she would several men on horseback in waiting whether it was the freshness of the air that revived Emily or that the objects she now saw roused the spirit of alarm she suddenly spoke and made an ineffectual effort to disengage herself from the grasp of the ruffians who held her Bernardine meanwhile called loudly for the torch while distant voices answered and several persons approached and in the same instant a light flashed upon the court of the castle again he vociferated for the torch and the men hurried Emily through the gate at a short distance under the shelter of the castle walls she perceived the fellow who had taken the light from the porter holding it to a man busily employed in altering the saddle of a horse round which were several horsemen looking on whose horse features received the full glare of the torch while the broken ground beneath them the opposite walls with the tufted shrubs that overrung their summits and an embattled watchtower above where reddened with the gleam which fading gradually away left the remote ramparts and the woods below to the obscurity of night what do you waste time for there said Bernardine with an oath as he approached the horseman dispatch, dispatch the saddle will be ready in a minute and he applied the man who was buckling it at whom Bernardine now swore again for his negligence and Emily calling feebly for help was hurried towards the horses while the ruffians disputed on which to place her the one designed for her not being ready at this moment a cluster of lights is soot from the great gates and she immediately heard the shrill voice of Annette above those of several other persons in the same moment she distinguished Montoni and Cavigny followed by a number of ruffian faced fillers to whom she no longer looked with terror but with hope for at this instant she did not tremble at the thought of any dangers that might await her within the castle whence so lately and so anxiously she had whisked to escape those which threatened her from without had engrossed all her apprehensions a short contest ensued between the parties in which that of Montoni however were presently victors and the horsemen perceiving that numbers were against them and being perhaps not very warmly interested in the affair they had undertaken galloped off while Bernardine had run far enough to be lost in the darkness and Emily was led back into the castle as she repass the coats the remembrance of what she had seen in the portal chamber came with all its horror to her mind and when soon after she heard the gate close that shut her once more within the castle walls she shuddered for herself and almost forgetting the dangers she had escaped could scarcely think that anything less precious than liberty and peace was to be found beyond them Montoni ordered Emily to await him in the sedder parlor with her he soon followed and then sternly questioned her on this mysterious affair though she now viewed him with horror as the murderer of her aunt and scarcely knew what she said in reply to his impatient enquiries her answers and her manner convinced him that she had not taken a voluntary part in the late scheme and he dismissed her upon the appearance of his servants whom he had ordered to attend that he might enquire further into the affair and discovered those who had been accomplices in it Emily had been some time in her apartment before the tumult of her mind allowed her to remember several of the past circumstances then again the dead form which the curtain in the portal chamber had disclosed came to her fancy and she uttered a groan which terrified Annette the more as Emily forbore to satisfy her curiosity on the subject of it for she feared to trust her with so fatal a secret lest her indiscretion should call down the immediate vengeance of Montoni on herself thus compelled to bear within her own mind the whole horror of the secret that oppressed it her reason seemed to taught her under the intolerable weight she often fixed a wild and vacant look on Annette and when she spoke either did not hear her or answered from the purpose long fits of abstraction succeeded Annette spoke repeatedly but her voice seemed not to make any impression on the sense of the long agitated Emily who sat fixed and silent except that now and then she heaved a heavy sigh and without tears terrified at her condition at length left the room to inform Montoni of it who had just dismissed his servants without having made any discoveries on the subject of his enquiry the wild description which this girl now gave of Emily induced him to follow her immediately to the chamber at the sound of his voice Emily turned her eyes and a gleam of recollection seemed to shoot at what her mind for she immediately rose from her seat and moved slowly to a remote part of the room he spoke to her in accents somewhat softened from their usual harshness and she regarded him with a kind of half curious half terrified look and answered only yes to whatever he said her mind still seemed to retain no other impression than that of fear of this disorder Annette could give no explanation and Montoni having attempted for some time never swayed Emily to talk retired after ordering Annette to remain with her during the night and to inform him in the morning of her condition when he was gone Emily again came forward and asked who it was that had been there to disturb her Annette said it was the senior senior Montoni Emily repeated the name after her several times as if she did not recollect it and then suddenly groaned and relapsed into abstraction with some difficulty Annette led her to the bed which Emily examined with an eager frenzied eye before she lay down and then pointing turned with shuddering emotion to Annette who now more terrified went towards the door that she might bring one of the female servants to pass the night with them but Emily observing her going called her by name and then in the soft and plaintive tone of her voice begged that she too would not forsake her for since my father died added she shying everybody forsakes me your father Mamzel said Annette he was dead before you knew me he was indeed rejoined Emily and her tears began to flow she now wept silently and long after which becoming quite calm she at length sunk to sleep Annette having had discretion enough not to interrupt her tears this girl as affectionate as she was simple lost in these moments all her former fears of remaining in the chamber and watched alone by Emily during the whole night end of volume 3 chapter 1