light, and immediately walked away with it, disregarding Emily's call to stay, who, not choosing to be left alone in the dark chamber, at length followed her. What is the reason of this, Annette? said Emily when she overtook her; what have you heard concerning that picture, which makes you so unwilling to stay when I bid you?

I don't know what is the reason, ma'amselle, replied Annette, nor any thing about the picture, only I have heard there is something very dreadful belonging to it-and that it has been covered up in black ever since-and that nobody has looked at it for a great many years-and it somehow has to do with the owner of this castle before signor Montoni came to the possession of it-and

Well, Annette, said Emily smiling, I perceive it is as you say that you know nothing about the picture.

No, nothing, indeed, ma'amselle, for they made me promise never to tell :- -but

Well, rejoined Emily, who observed that she was struggling between her inclination to reveal a secret, and her apprehension for the consequence, I will enquire no farther

No, pray, ma'am, do not.

Lest you should tell all, interrupted Emily.

Annette blushed, and Emily smiled, and they passed on to the extremity of this suit of apartments, and found themselves, after some farther perplexity, once more at the top of the marble staircase, where Annette left Emily, while she went to call one of the servants of the castle to show them to the chamber, for which they had been seeking.

While she was absent, Emily's thoughts returned to the picture; an unwillingness to tamper with the integrity of a servant had checked her inquiries on this subject, as well as concerning some alarming hints, which Annette had dropped respecting Montoni; though her curiosity was entirely awakened, and she had perceived that her questions might easily be answered. She was now, however, inclined to go back to the apartment and examine the picture; but the loneliness of the hour and of the place, with the melancholy silence that reigned around her, conspired with a certain degree of awe, excited by the mystery attending this picture, to prevent her. She determined, however, when daylight should have reanimated her spirits, to go thither and remove the veil. As she leaned from the corridor, over the staircase, and her eyes wandered round, she again observed, with wonder, the vast strength of the walls, now somewhat decayed, and the pillars of solid marble, that rose from the hall and supported the

roof.

A servant now appeared with Annette, and conducted Emily to her chamber, which was in a remote part of the

eastle, and at the very end of the corridor, from whence the suit of apartments opened, through which they had been wandering. The lonely aspect of her room made Emily unwilling that Annette should leave her immediately, and the dampness of it chilled her with more than fear. She begged Caterina, the servant of the castle, to bring some wood and light a fire.

Ay, lady, it's many a year since a fire was lighted here, said Caterina.

You need not tell us that, good woman, said Annette; every room in the castle feels like a well. I wonder how you contrive to live here: for my part, I wish I was at Venice again. Emily waved her hand for Caterina to fetch the wood.

I wonder, ma'am, why they call this the double chamber, said Annette, while Emily surveyed it in silence, and saw that it was lofty and spacious, like the others, she had seen, and, like many of them, too, had its walls lined with dark larch wood. The bed and other furniture was very ancient, and had an air of gloomy grandeur, like all that she had seen in the castle. One of the high casements, which she opened, overlooked a rampart, but the view beyond was hid in darkness.

In the presence of Annette, Emily tried to support her spirits, and to restrain the tears which every now and then. came to her eyes. She wished much to enquire when Count Morano was expected at the castle, but an unwillingness to ask unnecessary questions, and to mention family concerns to a servant, withheld her. Meanwhile Annette's thoughts were engaged upon another subject: she dearly loved the marvellous, and had heard of a circumstance, connected with the castle, that highly gratified this taste. Having been enjoined not to mention it, her inclination to tell it was so strong that she was every instant on the point of speaking what she had heard. Such a strange circumstance, too, and to be obliged to conceal it, was a severe punishment; but she knew that Montoni might impose one much severer, and she feared to incur it by of fending him.

Caterina now brought the wood, and its bright blaze dispelled, for a while, the gloom of her chamber. She told Annette that her lady had enquired for her, and Emily was once again left to her own reflections. Her heart was not yet hardened against the stern manners of Montoni, and she was nearly as much shocked now, as she had been when she first witnessed them. The tenderness and affection to which she had been accustomed till she lost her parents, had made her particularly sensible to any degree of unkindness, and such a reverse as this no apprehension had prepared her to support.

To call off her attention from subjects that pressed heavi

ly upon her spirits, she rose and again examined her room and its furniture. As she walked round it, she passed a door that was not quite shut, and perceiving that it was not the one through which she entered, she brought the light forward to discover whither it led. She opened it, and, going forward, had nearly fallen down a steep, narrow staircase that wound from it, between two stone walls. She wished to know to what it led, and was the more anxious since it communicated so immediately with her apartment; but, in the present state of her spirits, she wanted courage to venture into the darkness alone. Closing the door, therefore, she endeavoured to fasten it, but upon farther examination, perceived that it had no bolts on the chamber side, though it had two on the other. By placing a heavy chair against it, she in some measure remedied the defect; yet she was still alarmed at the thought of sleeping in this remote room alone, with a door opening she knew not whither, and which could not be perfectly fastened on the inside. Sometimes she wished to entreat of Madame Montoni, that Annette might have leave to remain with her all night, but was deterred by an apprehension of betraying what would be thought childish fears, and by an unwillingness to increase the apt terrors of Annette.

Her gloomy reflections were, soon after, interrupted by a footstep in the corridor, and she was glad to see Annette enter with some supper, sent by Madame Montoni. Having a table near the fire, she made the good girl sit down and sup with her; and, when their little repast was over, Annette, encouraged by her kindness, and stirring the wood into a blaze, drew her chair upon the hearth, nearer to Emily, and said,-Did you ever hear ma'amselle of the strange accident that made the signor lord of this castle?

What wonderful story have you now to tell? said Emily, concealing the curiosity occasioned by the mysterious hints she had formerly heard on that subject.

I have heard all about it, maʼamselle, said Annette, looking round the chamber and drawing closer to Emily; Benedetto told me as we travelled together: says he, Annette, you don't know about this castle here, that we are going to? No, says I, Mr. Benedetto, pray what do you know? But, ma'amselle, you can keep a secret, or I would not tell it you for the world; for I promised never to tell, and they say that the signor does not like to have it talked of.

If you promised to keep this secret, said Emily, you do right not to mention it.

Annette paused a moment, and then said, O, but to you, ma'amselle, to you I may tell it safely, I know.

Emily smiled: I certainly shall keep it as faithfully as yourself, Annette.

Annette replied very gravely, that would do, and pro

eeeded-This castle, you must know, ma'amselle is very old, and very strong, and has stood out many seiges, as they say. Now it was not Signor Montoni's always, nor his father's: no: but, by some law or other, it was to come to the signor, if the lady died unmarried.

What lady? said Emily.

I am not come to that yet, replied Annette; it is the lady I am going to tell you about ma'amselle: but, as I was say ing, this lady lived in the castle, and had every thing very grand about her, as you may suppose, ma'amselle. The signor used often to come to see her, and was in love with her, and offered to marry her; for, though he was somehow related, that did not signify. But she was in love with somebody else, and would not have him, which made him very angry, as they say; and you know, ma'amselle, what an ill looking gentleman he is when he is angry. Perhaps she saw him in a passion, and therefore would not have him. But, as I was saying, she was very melancholy and unhappy, and all that, for a long while, and-Holy Virgin! what noise is that? did not you hear a sound,

ma'amselle?

It was only the wind, said, Emily, but do come to the end of your story.

As I was saying-O, where was I?-as I was sayingshe was very melancholy and unhappy a long while, and used to walk about upon the terrace, there, under the windows, by herself, and cry so! it would have done your heart good to hear her. That is, I dont mean good, but it would have made you cry too, as they tell me.

Well, but, Annette, do tell me the substance of your tale. All in good time, ma'am; all this I heard before at Venice, but what is to come I never heard till to-day. This happened a great many years ago, when signor Montoni was quite a young man. The lady-they called her signora Laurentini, was very handsome, but she used to be in great passions too, sometimes as well as the signor. Finding he could not make her listen to him-what does he do, but leave the castle, and never comes near it for a long time but it was all one to her; she was just as unhappy whether he was here or not, till one evening-Holy St. Pe ter! ma'amselle, cried Annette, look at that lamp, see how blue it burns! She looked fearfully round the chamber. Ridiculous girl! said Emily, why will you indulge those fancies? Pray let me hear the end of your story, I am weary.

Annette still kept her eyes on the lamp, and proceeded in a lower voice. It was one evening, they say, at the latter end of the year, it might be about the middle of September, I suppose, or the beginning of October; nay, for that matter, it might be November, for that, too, is the latter end of the year; but that I cannot say for certain, because they did not tell me for certain themselves. Howev

er, it was at the latter end of the year, this grand lady walked out of the castle into the woods below, as she had often done before, all alone, only her maid was with her. The wind blew cold, and strewed the leaves about, and whistled dismally among those great old chesnut trees, that we passed, ma'amselle, as we came to the castle-for Benedetto showed me the trees as he was talking-the wind blew cold, and her woman would have persuaded her to return: but all would not do, for she was fond of walking in the woods at evening time, and, if the leaves were falling about her, so much the better.

Well, they saw her go down among the woods, but night came, and she did not return; ten o'clock, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock came, and no lady! Well, the servants thought, to be sure, some accident had befallen her, and they went out to seek her. They searched all night long, but could not find her, or any trace of her; and, from that day to this, ma'amselle, she has never been heard of.

Is this true, Annette? said Emily, in much surprise. True, ma'am! said Annette, with a look of horror, yes, it is true, indeed. But they do say, she added, lowering her voice, they do say, that the signora has been seen, several times since, walking in the woods and about the castle in the night: several of the old servants, who remained here some time after, declare they saw her; and, since then, she has been seen by some of the vassals, who have happened to be in the castle at night. Carlo, the old steward, could tell such things, they say, if he would!

How contradictory is this, Annette! said Emily, you say nothing has been since known of her, and yet she has been seen!

But all this was told me for a great secret, rejoined Annette, without noticing the remark, and I am sure, ma'am, you would not hurt either me or Benedetto, so much as to go and tell it again. Emily remained silent, and Annette repeated her last sentence.

You have nothing to fear from my indiscretion, replied Emily, and let me advise you, my good Annette, be discreet yourself, and never mention what you have just told me to any other person. Signor Montoni, as you say, may be angry if he hears of it But what inquiries were made concerning the lady?

O! a great deal, indeed, ma'amselle, for the Signor laid claim to the castle directly, as being the next heir, and they said, that is, the judges, or the senators, or somebody of that sort, said, he could not take possession of it till so many years were gone by, and then, if after all the lady could not be found, why she would be as good as dead, and the castle would be his own; and so it is his own. the story went round, and many strange reports were spread, so very strange, ma'amselle, that I shall not tell

them.

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