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The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Radcliffe

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the sound had proceeded, where a body was lying stretched upon the
pavement, and where, by the glimmering light of a lamp, she
discovered the pale and disfigured countenance of St. Foix. Her
horrors, at that moment, may be easily imagined. He was speechless;
his eyes were half closed, and, on the hand, which she grasped in the
agony of despair, cold damps had settled. While she vainly repeated
his name, and called for assistance, steps approached, and a person
entered the chamber, who, she soon perceived, was not the Count, her
father; but, what was her astonishment, when, supplicating him to
give his assistance to St. Foix, she discovered Ludovico! He
scarcely paused to recognise her, but immediately bound up the wounds
of the Chevalier, and, perceiving, that he had fainted probably from
loss of blood, ran for water; but he had been absent only a few
moments, when Blanche heard other steps approaching, and, while she
was almost frantic with apprehension of the ruffians, the light of a
torch flashed upon the walls, and then Count De Villefort appeared,
with an affrighted countenance, and breathless with impatience,
calling upon his daughter. At the sound of his voice, she rose, and
ran to his arms, while he, letting fall the bloody sword he held,
pressed her to his bosom in a transport of gratitude and joy, and
then hastily enquired for St. Foix, who now gave some signs of life.
Ludovico soon after returning with water and brandy, the former was
applied to his lips, and the latter to his temples and hands, and
Blanche, at length, saw him unclose his eyes, and then heard him
enquire for her; but the joy she felt, on this occasion, was
interrupted by new alarms, when Ludovico said it would be necessary
to remove Mons. St. Foix immediately, and added, 'The banditti, that
are out, my Lord, were expected home, an hour ago, and they will
certainly find us, if we delay. That shrill horn, they know, is
never sounded by their comrades but on most desperate occasions, and
it echoes among the mountains for many leagues round. I have known
them brought home by its sound even from the Pied de Melicant. Is
any body standing watch at the great gate, my Lord?'

'Nobody,' replied the Count; 'the rest of my people are now scattered
about, I scarcely know where. Go, Ludovico, collect them together,
and look out yourself, and listen if you hear the feet of mules.'

Ludovico then hurried away, and the Count consulted as to the means
of removing St. Foix, who could not have borne the motion of a mule,
even if his strength would have supported him in the saddle.

While the Count was telling, that the banditti, whom they had found
in the fort, were secured in the dungeon, Blanche observed that he
was himself wounded, and that his left arm was entirely useless; but
he smiled at her anxiety, assuring her the wound was trifling.

The Count's servants, except two who kept watch at the gate, now
appeared, and, soon after, Ludovico. 'I think I hear mules coming
along the glen, my Lord,' said he, 'but the roaring of the torrent
below will not let me be certain; however, I have brought what will
serve the Chevalier,' he added, shewing a bear's skin, fastened to a
couple of long poles, which had been adapted for the purpose of
bringing home such of the banditti as happened to be wounded in their
encounters. Ludovico spread it on the ground, and, placing the skins
of several goats upon it, made a kind of bed, into which the
Chevalier, who was however now much revived, was gently lifted; and,
the poles being raised upon the shoulders of the guides, whose
footing among these steeps could best be depended upon, he was borne
along with an easy motion. Some of the Count's servants were also
wounded--but not materially, and, their wounds being bound up, they
now followed to the great gate. As they passed along the hall, a
loud tumult was heard at some distance, and Blanche was terrified.
'It is only those villains in the dungeon, my Lady,' said Ludovico.
'They seem to be bursting it open,' said the Count. 'No, my Lord,'
replied Ludovico, 'it has an iron door; we have nothing to fear from
them; but let me go first, and look out from the rampart.'

They quickly followed him, and found their mules browsing before the
gates, where the party listened anxiously, but heard no sound, except
that of the torrent below and of the early breeze, sighing among the
branches of the old oak, that grew in the court; and they were now
glad to perceive the first tints of dawn over the mountain-tops.
When they had mounted their mules, Ludovico, undertaking to be their
guide, led them by an easier path, than that by which they had
formerly ascended, into the glen. 'We must avoid that valley to the
east, my Lord,' said he, 'or we may meet the banditti; they went out
that way in the morning.'

The travellers, soon after, quitted this glen, and found themselves
in a narrow valley that stretched towards the north-west. The
morning light upon the mountains now strengthened fast, and gradually
discovered the green hillocks, that skirted the winding feet of the
cliffs, tufted with cork tree, and ever-green oak. The thunder-
clouds being dispersed, had left the sky perfectly serene, and
Blanche was revived by the fresh breeze, and by the view of verdure,
which the late rain had brightened. Soon after, the sun arose, when
the dripping rocks, with the shrubs that fringed their summits, and
many a turfy slope below, sparkled in his rays. A wreath of mist was
seen, floating along the extremity of the valley, but the gale bore
it before the travellers, and the sun-beams gradually drew it up
towards the summit of the mountains. They had proceeded about a
league, when, St. Foix having complained of extreme faintness, they
stopped to give him refreshment, and, that the men, who bore him,
might rest. Ludovico had brought from the fort some flasks of rich
Spanish wine, which now proved a reviving cordial not only to St.
Foix but to the whole party, though to him it gave only temporary
relief, for it fed the fever, that burned in his veins, and he could
neither disguise in his countenance the anguish he suffered, or
suppress the wish, that he was arrived at the inn, where they had
designed to pass the preceding night.

While they thus reposed themselves under the shade of the dark green
pines, the Count desired Ludovico to explain shortly, by what means
he had disappeared from the north apartment, how he came into the
hands of the banditti, and how he had contributed so essentially to
serve him and his family, for to him he justly attributed their
present deliverance. Ludovico was going to obey him, when suddenly
they heard the echo of a pistol-shot, from the way they had passed,
and they rose in alarm, hastily to pursue their route.


Ah why did Fate his steps decoy
In stormy paths to roam,
Remote from all congenial joy!

Emily, mean while, was still suffering anxiety as to the fate of
Valancourt; but Theresa, having, at length, found a person, whom she
could entrust on her errand to the steward, informed her, that the
messenger would return on the following day; and Emily promised to be
at the cottage, Theresa being too lame to attend her.

In the evening, therefore, Emily set out alone for the cottage, with
a melancholy foreboding, concerning Valancourt, while, perhaps, the
gloom of the hour might contribute to depress her spirits. It was a
grey autumnal evening towards the close of the season; heavy mists
partially obscured the mountains, and a chilling breeze, that sighed
among the beech woods, strewed her path with some of their last
yellow leaves. These, circling in the blast and foretelling the
death of the year, gave an image of desolation to her mind, and, in
her fancy, seemed to announce the death of Valancourt. Of this she
had, indeed, more than once so strong a presentiment, that she was on
the point of returning home, feeling herself unequal to an encounter
with the certainty she anticipated, but, contending with her
emotions, she so far commanded them, as to be able to proceed.

While she walked mournfully on, gazing on the long volumes of vapour,
that poured upon the sky, and watching the swallows, tossed along the
wind, now disappearing among tempestuous clouds, and then emerging,
for a moment, in circles upon the calmer air, the afflictions and
vicissitudes of her late life seemed pourtrayed in these fleeting
images;--thus had she been tossed upon the stormy sea of misfortune
for the last year, with but short intervals of peace, if peace that
could be called, which was only the delay of evils. And now, when
she had escaped from so many dangers, was become independent of the
will of those, who had oppressed her, and found herself mistress of a
large fortune, now, when she might reasonably have expected
happiness, she perceived that she was as distant from it as ever.
She would have accused herself of weakness and ingratitude in thus
suffering a sense of the various blessings she possessed to be
overcome by that of a single misfortune, had this misfortune affected
herself alone; but, when she had wept for Valancourt even as living,
tears of compassion had mingled with those of regret, and while she
lamented a human being degraded to vice, and consequently to misery,
reason and humanity claimed these tears, and fortitude had not yet
taught her to separate them from those of love; in the present
moments, however, it was not the certainty of his guilt, but the
apprehension of his death (of a death also, to which she herself,
however innocently, appeared to have been in some degree
instrumental) that oppressed her. This fear increased, as the means
of certainty concerning it approached; and, when she came within view
of Theresa's cottage, she was so much disordered, and her resolution
failed her so entirely, that, unable to proceed, she rested on a
bank, beside her path; where, as she sat, the wind that groaned
sullenly among the lofty branches above, seemed to her melancholy
imagination to bear the sounds of distant lamentation, and, in the
pauses of the gust, she still fancied she heard the feeble and far-
off notes of distress. Attention convinced her, that this was no
more than fancy; but the increasing gloom, which seemed the sudden
close of day, soon warned her to depart, and, with faltering steps,
she again moved toward the cottage. Through the casement appeared
the cheerful blaze of a wood fire, and Theresa, who had observed
Emily approaching, was already at the door to receive her.

'It is a cold evening, madam,' said she, 'storms are coming on, and I
thought you would like a fire. Do take this chair by the hearth.'

Emily, thanking her for this consideration, sat down, and then,
looking in her face, on which the wood fire threw a gleam, she was
struck with its expression, and, unable to speak, sunk back in her
chair with a countenance so full of woe, that Theresa instantly
comprehended the occasion of it, but she remained silent. 'Ah!' said
Emily, at length, 'it is unnecessary for me to ask the result of your
enquiry, your silence, and that look, sufficiently explain it;--he is

'Alas! my dear young lady,' replied Theresa, while tears filled her
eyes, 'this world is made up of trouble! the rich have their share as
well as the poor! But we must all endeavour to bear what Heaven

'He is dead, then!'--interrupted Emily--'Valancourt is dead!'

'A-well-a-day! I fear he is,' replied Theresa.

'You fear!' said Emily, 'do you only fear?'

'Alas! yes, madam, I fear he is! neither the steward, or any of the
Epourville family, have heard of him since he left Languedoc, and the
Count is in great affliction about him, for he says he was always
punctual in writing, but that now he has not received a line from
him, since he left Languedoc; he appointed to be at home, three weeks
ago, but he has neither come, or written, and they fear some accident
has befallen him. Alas! that ever I should live to cry for his
death! I am old, and might have died without being missed, but he'--
Emily was faint, and asked for some water, and Theresa, alarmed by
the voice, in which she spoke, hastened to her assistance, and, while
she held the water to Emily's lips, continued, 'My dear young
mistress, do not take it so to heart; the Chevalier may be alive and
well, for all this; let us hope the best!'

'O no! I cannot hope,' said Emily, 'I am acquainted with
circumstances, that will not suffer me to hope. I am somewhat better
now, and can hear what you have to say. Tell me, I entreat, the
particulars of what you know.'

'Stay, till you are a little better, mademoiselle, you look sadly!'

'O no, Theresa, tell me all, while I have the power to hear it,' said
Emily, 'tell me all, I conjure you!'

'Well, madam, I will then; but the steward did not say much, for
Richard says he seemed shy of talking about Mons. Valancourt, and
what he gathered was from Gabriel, one of the servants, who said he
had heard it from my lord's gentleman.'

'What did he hear?' said Emily.

'Why, madam, Richard has but a bad memory, and could not remember
half of it, and, if I had not asked him a great many questions, I
should have heard little indeed. But he says that Gabriel said, that
he and all the other servants were in great trouble about M.
Valancourt, for that he was such a kind young gentleman, they all
loved him, as well as if he had been their own brother--and now, to
think what was become of him! For he used to be so courteous to them
all, and, if any of them had been in fault, M. Valancourt was the
first to persuade my lord to forgive them. And then, if any poor
family was in distress, M. Valancourt was the first, too, to relieve
them, though some folks, not a great way off, could have afforded
that much better than he. And then, said Gabriel, he was so gentle
to every body, and, for all he had such a noble look with him, he
never would command, and call about him, as some of your quality
people do, and we never minded him the less for that. Nay, says
Gabriel, for that matter, we minded him the more, and would all have
run to obey him at a word, sooner than if some folks had told us what
to do at full length; aye, and were more afraid of displeasing him,
too, than of them, that used rough words to us.'

Emily, who no longer considered it to be dangerous to listen to
praise, bestowed on Valancourt, did not attempt to interrupt Theresa,
but sat, attentive to her words, though almost overwhelmed with
grief. 'My Lord,' continued Theresa, 'frets about M. Valancourt
sadly, and the more, because, they say, he had been rather harsh
against him lately. Gabriel says he had it from my Lord's valet,
that M. Valancourt had COMPORTED himself wildly at Paris, and had
spent a great deal of money, more a great deal than my Lord liked,
for he loves money better than M. Valancourt, who had been led astray
sadly. Nay, for that matter, M. Valancourt had been put into prison
at Paris, and my Lord, says Gabriel, refused to take him out, and
said he deserved to suffer; and, when old Gregoire, the butler, heard
of this, he actually bought a walking-stick to take with him to
Paris, to visit his young master; but the next thing we hear is, that
M. Valancourt is coming home. O, it was a joyful day when he came;
but he was sadly altered, and my Lord looked very cool upon him, and
he was very sad, indeed. And, soon after, he went away again into
Languedoc, and, since that time, we have never seen him.'

Theresa paused, and Emily, sighing deeply, remained with her eyes
fixed upon the floor, without speaking. After a long pause, she
enquired what further Theresa had heard. 'Yet why should I ask?' she
added; 'what you have already told is too much. O Valancourt! thou
art gone--forever gone! and I--I have murdered thee!' These words,
and the countenance of despair which accompanied them, alarmed
Theresa, who began to fear, that the shock of the intelligence Emily
had just received, had affected her senses. 'My dear young lady, be
composed,' said she, 'and do not say such frightful words. You
murder M. Valancourt,--dear heart!' Emily replied only by a heavy

'Dear lady, it breaks my heart to see you look so,' said Theresa, 'do
not sit with your eyes upon the ground, and all so pale and
melancholy; it frightens me to see you.' Emily was still silent, and
did not appear to hear any thing that was said to her. 'Besides,
mademoiselle,' continued Theresa, 'M. Valancourt may be alive and
merry yet, for what we know.'

At the mention of his name, Emily raised her eyes, and fixed them, in
a wild gaze, upon Theresa, as if she was endeavouring to understand
what had been said. 'Aye, my dear lady,' said Theresa, mistaking the
meaning of this considerate air, 'M. Valancourt may be alive and
merry yet.'

On the repetition of these words, Emily comprehended their import,
but, instead of producing the effect intended, they seemed only to
heighten her distress. She rose hastily from her chair, paced the
little room, with quick steps, and, often sighing deeply, clasped her
hands, and shuddered.

Meanwhile, Theresa, with simple, but honest affection, endeavoured to
comfort her; put more wood on the fire, stirred it up into a brighter
blaze, swept the hearth, set the chair, which Emily had left, in a
warmer situation, and then drew forth from a cupboard a flask of
wine. 'It is a stormy night, madam,' said she, 'and blows cold--do
come nearer the fire, and take a glass of this wine; it will comfort
you, as it has done me, often and often, for it is not such wine as
one gets every day; it is rich Languedoc, and the last of six flasks
that M. Valancourt sent me, the night before he left Gascony for
Paris. They have served me, ever since, as cordials, and I never
drink it, but I think of him, and what kind words he said to me when
he gave them. Theresa, says he, you are not young now, and should
have a glass of good wine, now and then. I will send you a few
flasks, and, when you taste them, you will sometimes remember me your
friend. Yes--those were his very words--me your friend!' Emily
still paced the room, without seeming to hear what Theresa said, who
continued speaking. 'And I have remembered him, often enough, poor
young gentleman!--for he gave me this roof for a shelter, and that,
which has supported me. Ah! he is in heaven, with my blessed master,
if ever saint was!'

Theresa's voice faltered; she wept, and set down the flask, unable to
pour out the wine. Her grief seemed to recall Emily from her own,
who went towards her, but then stopped, and, having gazed on her, for
a moment, turned suddenly away, as if overwhelmed by the reflection,
that it was Valancourt, whom Theresa lamented.

While she yet paced the room, the still, soft note of an oboe, or
flute, was heard mingling with the blast, the sweetness of which
affected Emily's spirits; she paused a moment in attention; the
tender tones, as they swelled along the wind, till they were lost
again in the ruder gust, came with a plaintiveness, that touched her
heart, and she melted into tears.

'Aye,' said Theresa, drying her eyes, 'there is Richard, our
neighbour's son, playing on the oboe; it is sad enough, to hear such
sweet music now.' Emily continued to weep, without replying. 'He
often plays of an evening,' added Theresa, 'and, sometimes, the young
folks dance to the sound of his oboe. But, dear young lady! do not
cry so; and pray take a glass of this wine,' continued she, pouring
some into a glass, and handing it to Emily, who reluctantly took it.

'Taste it for M. Valancourt's sake,' said Theresa, as Emily lifted
the glass to her lips, 'for he gave it me, you know, madam.' Emily's
hand trembled, and she spilt the wine as she withdrew it from her
lips. 'For whose sake!--who gave the wine?' said she in a faltering
voice. 'M. Valancourt, dear lady. I knew you would be pleased with
it. It is the last flask I have left.'

Emily set the wine upon the table, and burst into tears, while
Theresa, disappointed and alarmed, tried to comfort her; but she only
waved her hand, entreated she might be left alone, and wept the more.

A knock at the cottage door prevented Theresa from immediately
obeying her mistress, and she was going to open it, when Emily,
checking her, requested she would not admit any person; but,
afterwards, recollecting, that she had ordered her servant to attend
her home, she said it was only Philippe, and endeavoured to restrain
her tears, while Theresa opened the door.

A voice, that spoke without, drew Emily's attention. She listened,
turned her eyes to the door, when a person now appeared, and
immediately a bright gleam, that flashed from the fire, discovered--

Emily, on perceiving him, started from her chair, trembled, and,
sinking into it again, became insensible to all around her.

A scream from Theresa now told, that she knew Valancourt, whom her
imperfect sight, and the duskiness of the place had prevented her
from immediately recollecting; but his attention was immediately
called from her to the person, whom he saw, falling from a chair near
the fire; and, hastening to her assistance,--he perceived, that he
was supporting Emily! The various emotions, that seized him upon
thus unexpectedly meeting with her, from whom he had believed he had
parted for ever, and on beholding her pale and lifeless in his arms--
may, perhaps, be imagined, though they could neither be then
expressed, or now described, any more than Emily's sensations, when,
at length, she unclosed her eyes, and, looking up, again saw
Valancourt. The intense anxiety, with which he regarded her, was
instantly changed to an expression of mingled joy and tenderness, as
his eye met hers, and he perceived, that she was reviving. But he
could only exclaim, 'Emily!' as he silently watched her recovery,
while she averted her eye, and feebly attempted to withdraw her hand;
but, in these the first moments, which succeeded to the pangs his
supposed death had occasioned her, she forgot every fault, which had
formerly claimed indignation, and beholding Valancourt such as he had
appeared, when he won her early affection, she experienced emotions
of only tenderness and joy. This, alas! was but the sunshine of a
few short moments; recollections rose, like clouds, upon her mind,
and, darkening the illusive image, that possessed it, she again
beheld Valancourt, degraded--Valancourt unworthy of the esteem and
tenderness she had once bestowed upon him; her spirits faltered, and,
withdrawing her hand, she turned from him to conceal her grief, while
he, yet more embarrassed and agitated, remained silent.

A sense of what she owed to herself restrained her tears, and taught
her soon to overcome, in some degree, the emotions of mingled joy and
sorrow, that contended at her heart, as she rose, and, having thanked
him for the assistance he had given her, bade Theresa good evening.
As she was leaving the cottage, Valancourt, who seemed suddenly
awakened as from a dream, entreated, in a voice, that pleaded
powerfully for compassion, a few moments attention. Emily's heart,
perhaps, pleaded as powerfully, but she had resolution enough to
resist both, together with the clamorous entreaties of Theresa, that
she would not venture home alone in the dark, and had already opened
the cottage door, when the pelting storm compelled her to obey their

Silent and embarrassed, she returned to the fire, while Valancourt,
with increasing agitation, paced the room, as if he wished, yet
feared, to speak, and Theresa expressed without restraint her joy and
wonder upon seeing him.

'Dear heart! sir,' said she, 'I never was so surprised and overjoyed
in my life. We were in great tribulation before you came, for we
thought you was dead, and were talking, and lamenting about you, just
when you knocked at the door. My young mistress there was crying,
fit to break her heart--'

Emily looked with much displeasure at Theresa, but, before she could
speak, Valancourt, unable to repress the emotion, which Theresa's
imprudent discovery occasioned, exclaimed, 'O my Emily! am I then
still dear to you! Did you, indeed, honour me with a thought--a
tear? O heavens! you weep--you weep now!'

'Theresa, sir,' said Emily, with a reserved air, and trying to
conquer her tears, 'has reason to remember you with gratitude, and
she was concerned, because she had not lately heard of you. Allow me
to thank you for the kindness you have shewn her, and to say, that,
since I am now upon the spot, she must not be further indebted to

'Emily,' said Valancourt, no longer master of his emotions, 'is it
thus you meet him, whom once you meant to honour with your hand--thus
you meet him, who has loved you--suffered for you?--Yet what do I
say? Pardon me, pardon me, mademoiselle St. Aubert, I know not what
I utter. I have no longer any claim upon your remembrance--I have
forfeited every pretension to your esteem, your love. Yes! let me
not forget, that I once possessed your affections, though to know
that I have lost them, is my severest affliction. Affliction--do I
call it!--that is a term of mildness.'

'Dear heart!' said Theresa, preventing Emily from replying, 'talk of
once having her affections! Why, my dear young lady loves you now,
better than she does any body in the whole world, though she pretends
to deny it.'

'This is insupportable!' said Emily; 'Theresa, you know not what you
say. Sir, if you respect my tranquillity, you will spare me from the
continuance of this distress.'

'I do respect your tranquillity too much, voluntarily to interrupt
it,' replied Valancourt, in whose bosom pride now contended with
tenderness; 'and will not be a voluntary intruder. I would have
entreated a few moments attention--yet I know not for what purpose.
You have ceased to esteem me, and to recount to you my sufferings
will degrade me more, without exciting even your pity. Yet I have
been, O Emily! I am indeed very wretched!' added Valancourt, in a
voice, that softened from solemnity into grief.

'What! is my dear young master going out in all this rain!' said
Theresa. 'No, he shall not stir a step. Dear! dear! to see how
gentlefolks can afford to throw away their happiness! Now, if you
were poor people, there would be none of this. To talk of
unworthiness, and not caring about one another, when I know there are
not such a kind-hearted lady and gentleman in the whole province, nor
any that love one another half so well, if the truth was spoken!'

Emily, in extreme vexation, now rose from her chair, 'I must be
gone,' said she, 'the storm is over.'

'Stay, Emily, stay, mademoiselle St. Aubert!' said Valancourt,
summoning all his resolution, 'I will no longer distress you by my
presence. Forgive me, that I did not sooner obey you, and, if you
can, sometimes, pity one, who, in losing you--has lost all hope of
peace! May you be happy, Emily, however wretched I remain, happy as
my fondest wish would have you!'

His voice faltered with the last words, and his countenance changed,
while, with a look of ineffable tenderness and grief, he gazed upon
her for an instant, and then quitted the cottage.

'Dear heart! dear heart!' cried Theresa, following him to the door,
'why, Monsieur Valancourt! how it rains! what a night is this to turn
him out in! Why it will give him his death; and it was but now you
was crying, mademoiselle, because he was dead. Well! young ladies do
change their mind in a minute, as one may say!'

Emily made no reply, for she heard not what was said, while, lost in
sorrow and thought, she remained in her chair by the fire, with her
eyes fixed, and the image of Valancourt still before them.

'M. Valancourt is sadly altered! madam,' said Theresa; 'he looks so
thin to what he used to do, and so melancholy, and then he wears his
arm in a sling.'

Emily raised her eyes at these words, for she had not observed this
last circumstance, and she now did not doubt, that Valancourt had
received the shot of her gardener at Tholouse; with this conviction
her pity for him returning, she blamed herself for having occasioned
him to leave the cottage, during the storm.

Soon after her servants arrived with the carriage, and Emily, having
censured Theresa for her thoughtless conversation to Valancourt, and
strictly charging her never to repeat any hints of the same kind to
him, withdrew to her home, thoughtful and disconsolate.

Meanwhile, Valancourt had returned to a little inn of the village,
whither he had arrived only a few moments before his visit to
Theresa's cottage, on the way from Tholouse to the chateau of the
Count de Duvarney, where he had not been since he bade adieu to Emily
at Chateau-le-Blanc, in the neighbourhood of which he had lingered
for a considerable time, unable to summon resolution enough to quit a
place, that contained the object most dear to his heart. There were
times, indeed, when grief and despair urged him to appear again
before Emily, and, regardless of his ruined circumstances, to renew
his suit. Pride, however, and the tenderness of his affection, which
could not long endure the thought of involving her in his
misfortunes, at length, so far triumphed over passion, that he
relinquished this desperate design, and quitted Chateau-le-Blanc.
But still his fancy wandered among the scenes, which had witnessed
his early love, and, on his way to Gascony, he stopped at Tholouse,
where he remained when Emily arrived, concealing, yet indulging his
melancholy in the gardens, where he had formerly passed with her so
many happy hours; often recurring, with vain regret, to the evening
before her departure for Italy, when she had so unexpectedly met him
on the terrace, and endeavouring to recall to his memory every word
and look, which had then charmed him, the arguments he had employed
to dissuade her from the journey, and the tenderness of their last
farewel. In such melancholy recollections he had been indulging,
when Emily unexpectedly arrived to him on this very terrace, the
evening after her arrival at Tholouse. His emotions, on thus seeing
her, can scarcely be imagined; but he so far overcame the first
promptings of love, that he forbore to discover himself, and abruptly
quitted the gardens. Still, however, the vision he had seen haunted
his mind; he became more wretched than before, and the only solace of
his sorrow was to return in the silence of the night; to follow the
paths which he believed her steps had pressed, during the day; and,
to watch round the habitation where she reposed. It was in one of
these mournful wanderings, that he had received by the fire of the
gardener, who mistook him for a robber, a wound in his arm, which had
detained him at Tholouse till very lately, under the hands of a
surgeon. There, regardless of himself and careless of his friends,
whose late unkindness had urged him to believe, that they were
indifferent as to his fate, he remained, without informing them of
his situation; and now, being sufficiently recovered to bear
travelling, he had taken La Vallee in his way to Estuviere, the
Count's residence, partly for the purpose of hearing of Emily, and of
being again near her, and partly for that of enquiring into the
situation of poor old Theresa, who, he had reason to suppose, had
been deprived of her stipend, small as it was, and which enquiry had
brought him to her cottage, when Emily happened to be there.

This unexpected interview, which had at once shewn him the tenderness
of her love and the strength of her resolution, renewed all the
acuteness of the despair, that had attended their former separation,
and which no effort of reason could teach him, in these moments, to
subdue. Her image, her look, the tones of her voice, all dwelt on
his fancy, as powerfully as they had late appeared to his senses, and
banished from his heart every emotion, except those of love and

Before the evening concluded, he returned to Theresa's cottage, that
he might hear her talk of Emily, and be in the place, where she had
so lately been. The joy, felt and expressed by that faithful
servant, was quickly changed to sorrow, when she observed, at one
moment, his wild and phrensied look, and, at another, the dark
melancholy, that overhung him.

After he had listened, and for a considerable time, to all she had to
relate, concerning Emily, he gave Theresa nearly all the money he had
about him, though she repeatedly refused it, declaring, that her
mistress had amply supplied her wants; and then, drawing a ring of
value from his finger, he delivered it her with a solemn charge to
present it to Emily, of whom he entreated, as a last favour, that she
would preserve it for his sake, and sometimes, when she looked upon
it, remember the unhappy giver.

Theresa wept, as she received the ring, but it was more from
sympathy, than from any presentiment of evil; and before she could
reply, Valancourt abruptly left the cottage. She followed him to the
door, calling upon his name and entreating him to return; but she
received no answer, and saw him no more.


Call up him, that left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold.

On the following morning, as Emily sat in the parlour adjoining the
library, reflecting on the scene of the preceding night, Annette
rushed wildly into the room, and, without speaking, sunk breathless
into a chair. It was some time before she could answer the anxious
enquiries of Emily, as to the occasion of her emotion, but, at
length, she exclaimed, 'I have seen his ghost, madam, I have seen his

'Who do you mean?' said Emily, with extreme impatience.

'It came in from the hall, madam,' continued Annette, 'as I was
crossing to the parlour.'

'Who are you speaking of?' repeated Emily, 'Who came in from the

'It was dressed just as I have seen him, often and often,' added
Annette. 'Ah! who could have thought--'

Emily's patience was now exhausted, and she was reprimanding her for
such idle fancies, when a servant entered the room, and informed her,
that a stranger without begged leave to speak with her.

It immediately occurred to Emily, that this stranger was Valancourt,
and she told the servant to inform him, that she was engaged, and
could not see any person.

The servant, having delivered his message, returned with one from the
stranger, urging the first request, and saying, that he had something
of consequence to communicate; while Annette, who had hitherto sat
silent and amazed, now started up, and crying, 'It is Ludovico!--it
is Ludovico!' ran out of the room. Emily bade the servant follow
her, and, if it really was Ludovico, to shew him into the parlour.

In a few minutes, Ludovico appeared, accompanied by Annette, who, as
joy rendered her forgetful of all rules of decorum towards her
mistress, would not suffer any person to be heard, for some time, but
herself. Emily expressed surprise and satisfaction, on seeing
Ludovico in safety, and the first emotions increased, when he
delivered letters from Count De Villefort and the Lady Blanche,
informing her of their late adventure, and of their present situation
at an inn among the Pyrenees, where they had been detained by the
illness of Mons. St. Foix, and the indisposition of Blanche, who
added, that the Baron St. Foix was just arrived to attend his son to
his chateau, where he would remain till the perfect recovery of his
wounds, and then return to Languedoc, but that her father and herself
purposed to be at La Vallee, on the following day. She added, that
Emily's presence would be expected at the approaching nuptials, and
begged she would be prepared to proceed, in a few days to Chateau-le-
Blanc. For an account of Ludovico's adventure, she referred her to
himself; and Emily, though much interested, concerning the means, by
which he had disappeared from the north apartments, had the
forbearance to suspend the gratification of her curiosity, till he
had taken some refreshment, and had conversed with Annette, whose
joy, on seeing him in safety, could not have been more extravagant,
had he arisen from the grave.

Meanwhile, Emily perused again the letters of her friends, whose
expressions of esteem and kindness were very necessary consolations
to her heart, awakened as it was by the late interview to emotions of
keener sorrow and regret.

The invitation to Chateau-le-Blanc was pressed with so much kindness
by the Count and his daughter, who strengthened it by a message from
the Countess, and the occasion of it was so important to her friend,
that Emily could not refuse to accept it, nor, though she wished to
remain in the quiet shades of her native home, could she avoid
perceiving the impropriety of remaining there alone, since Valancourt
was again in the neighbourhood. Sometimes, too, she thought, that
change of scenery and the society of her friends might contribute,
more than retirement, to restore her to tranquillity.

When Ludovico again appeared, she desired him to give a detail of his
adventure in the north apartments, and to tell by what means he
became a companion of the banditti, with whom the Count had found

He immediately obeyed, while Annette, who had not yet had leisure to
ask him many questions, on the subject, prepared to listen, with a
countenance of extreme curiosity, venturing to remind her lady of her
incredulity, concerning spirits, in the castle of Udolpho, and of her
own sagacity in believing in them; while Emily, blushing at the
consciousness of her late credulity, observed, that, if Ludovico's
adventure could justify Annette's superstition, he had probably not
been here to relate it.

Ludovico smiled at Annette, and bowed to Emily, and then began as

'You may remember, madam, that, on the night, when I sat up in the
north chamber, my lord, the Count, and Mons. Henri accompanied me
thither, and that, while they remained there, nothing happened to
excite any alarm. When they were gone I made a fire in the bed-room,
and, not being inclined to sleep, I sat down on the hearth with a
book I had brought with me to divert my mind. I confess I did
sometimes look round the chamber, with something like apprehension--'

'O very like it, I dare say,' interrupted Annette, 'and I dare say
too, if the truth was known, you shook from head to foot.'

'Not quite so bad as that,' replied Ludovico, smiling, 'but several
times, as the wind whistled round the castle, and shook the old
casements, I did fancy I heard odd noises, and, once or twice, I got
up and looked about me; but nothing was to be seen, except the grim
figures in the tapestry, which seemed to frown upon me, as I looked
at them. I had sat thus for above an hour,' continued Ludovico,
'when again I thought I heard a noise, and glanced my eyes round the
room, to discover what it came from, but, not perceiving any thing, I
began to read again, and, when I had finished the story I was upon, I
felt drowsy, and dropped asleep. But presently I was awakened by the
noise I had heard before, and it seemed to come from that part of the
chamber, where the bed stood; and then, whether it was the story I
had been reading that affected my spirits, or the strange reports,
that had been spread of these apartments, I don't know, but, when I
looked towards the bed again, I fancied I saw a man's face within the
dusky curtains.'

At the mention of this, Emily trembled, and looked anxiously,
remembering the spectacle she had herself witnessed there with

'I confess, madam, my heart did fail me, at that instant,' continued
Ludovico, 'but a return of the noise drew my attention from the bed,
and I then distinctly heard a sound, like that of a key, turning in a
lock, but what surprised me more was, that I saw no door where the
sound seemed to come from. In the next moment, however, the arras
near the bed was slowly lifted, and a person appeared behind it,
entering from a small door in the wall. He stood for a moment as if
half retreating, with his head bending under the arras which
concealed the upper part of his face except his eyes scowling beneath
the tapestry as he held it; and then, while he raised it higher, I
saw the face of another man behind, looking over his shoulder. I
know not how it was, but, though my sword was upon the table before
me, I had not the power just then to seize it, but sat quite still,
watching them, with my eyes half shut as if I was asleep. I suppose
they thought me so, and were debating what they should do, for I
heard them whisper, and they stood in the same posture for the value
of a minute, and then, I thought I perceived other faces in the
duskiness beyond the door, and heard louder whispers.'

'This door surprises me,' said Emily, 'because I understood, that the
Count had caused the arras to be lifted, and the walls examined,
suspecting, that they might have concealed a passage through which
you had departed.'

'It does not appear so extraordinary to me, madam,' replied Ludovico,
'that this door should escape notice, because it was formed in a
narrow compartment, which appeared to be part of the outward wall,
and, if the Count had not passed over it, he might have thought it
was useless to search for a door where it seemed as if no passage
could communicate with one; but the truth was, that the passage was
formed within the wall itself.--But, to return to the men, whom I saw
obscurely beyond the door, and who did not suffer me to remain long
in suspense, concerning their design. They all rushed into the room,
and surrounded me, though not before I had snatched up my sword to
defend myself. But what could one man do against four? They soon
disarmed me, and, having fastened my arms, and gagged my mouth,
forced me through the private door, leaving my sword upon the table,
to assist, as they said, those who should come in the morning to look
for me, in fighting against the ghosts. They then led me through
many narrow passages, cut, as I fancied, in the walls, for I had
never seen them before, and down several flights of steps, till we
came to the vaults underneath the castle; and then opening a stone
door, which I should have taken for the wall itself, we went through
a long passage, and down other steps cut in the solid rock, when
another door delivered us into a cave. After turning and twining
about, for some time, we reached the mouth of it, and I found myself
on the sea-beach at the foot of the cliffs, with the chateau above.
A boat was in waiting, into which the ruffians got, forcing me along
with them, and we soon reached a small vessel, that was at anchor,
where other men appeared, when setting me aboard, two of the fellows
who had seized me, followed, and the other two rowed back to the
shore, while we set sail. I soon found out what all this meant, and
what was the business of these men at the chateau. We landed in
Rousillon, and, after lingering several days about the shore, some of
their comrades came down from the mountains, and carried me with them
to the fort, where I remained till my Lord so unexpectedly arrived,
for they had taken good care to prevent my running away, having
blindfolded me, during the journey, and, if they had not done this, I
think I never could have found my road to any town, through the wild
country we traversed. After I reached the fort I was watched like a
prisoner, and never suffered to go out, without two or three
companions, and I became so weary of life, that I often wished to get
rid of it.'

'Well, but they let you talk,' said Annette, 'they did not gagg you
after they got you away from the chateau, so I don't see what reason
there was to be so very weary of living; to say nothing about the
chance you had of seeing me again.'

Ludovico smiled, and Emily also, who enquired what was the motive of
these men for carrying him off.

'I soon found out, madam,' resumed Ludovico, 'that they were pirates,
who had, during many years, secreted their spoil in the vaults of the
castle, which, being so near the sea, suited their purpose well. To
prevent detection they had tried to have it believed, that the
chateau was haunted, and, having discovered the private way to the
north apartments, which had been shut up ever since the death of the
lady marchioness, they easily succeeded. The housekeeper and her
husband, who were the only persons, that had inhabited the castle,
for some years, were so terrified by the strange noises they heard in
the nights, that they would live there no longer; a report soon went
abroad, that it was haunted, and the whole country believed this the
more readily, I suppose, because it had been said, that the lady
marchioness had died in a strange way, and because my lord never
would return to the place afterwards.'

'But why,' said Emily, 'were not these pirates contented with the
cave--why did they think it necessary to deposit their spoil in the

'The cave, madam,' replied Ludovico, 'was open to any body, and their
treasures would not long have remained undiscovered there, but in the
vaults they were secure so long as the report prevailed of their
being haunted. Thus then, it appears, that they brought at midnight,
the spoil they took on the seas, and kept it till they had
opportunities of disposing of it to advantage. The pirates were
connected with Spanish smugglers and banditti, who live among the
wilds of the Pyrenees, and carry on various kinds of traffic, such as
nobody would think of; and with this desperate horde of banditti I
remained, till my lord arrived. I shall never forget what I felt,
when I first discovered him--I almost gave him up for lost! but I
knew, that, if I shewed myself, the banditti would discover who he
was, and probably murder us all, to prevent their secret in the
chateau being detected. I, therefore, kept out of my lord's sight,
but had a strict watch upon the ruffians, and determined, if they
offered him or his family violence, to discover myself, and fight for
our lives. Soon after, I overheard some of them laying a most
diabolical plan for the murder and plunder of the whole party, when I
contrived to speak to some of my lord's attendants, telling them what
was going forward, and we consulted what was best to be done;
meanwhile my lord, alarmed at the absence of the Lady Blanche,
demanded her, and the ruffians having given some unsatisfactory
answer, my lord and Mons. St. Foix became furious, so then we thought
it a good time to discover the plot, and rushing into the chamber, I
called out, "Treachery! my lord count, defend yourself!" His
lordship and the chevalier drew their swords directly, and a hard
battle we had, but we conquered at last, as, madam, you are already
informed of by my Lord Count.'

'This is an extraordinary adventure,' said Emily, 'and much praise is
due, Ludovico, to your prudence and intrepidity. There are some
circumstances, however, concerning the north apartments, which still
perplex me; but, perhaps, you may be able to explain them. Did you
ever hear the banditti relate any thing extraordinary of these

'No, madam,' replied Ludovico, 'I never heard them speak about the
rooms, except to laugh at the credulity of the old housekeeper, who
once was very near catching one of the pirates; it was since the
Count arrived at the chateau, he said, and he laughed heartily as he
related the trick he had played off.'

A blush overspread Emily's cheek, and she impatiently desired
Ludovico to explain himself.

'Why, my lady,' said he, 'as this fellow was, one night in the bed-
room, he heard somebody approaching through the next apartment, and
not having time to lift up the arras, and unfasten the door, he hid
himself in the bed just by. There he lay for some time in as great a
fright, I suppose--'

'As you was in,' interrupted Annette, 'when you sat up so boldly to
watch by yourself.'

'Aye,' said Ludovico, 'in as great a fright as he ever made any body
else suffer; and presently the housekeeper and some other person came
up to the bed, when he, thinking they were going to examine it,
bethought him, that his only chance of escaping detection, was by
terrifying them; so he lifted up the counterpane, but that did not
do, till he raised his face above it, and then they both set off, he
said, as if they had seen the devil, and he got out of the rooms

Emily could not forbear smiling at this explanation of the deception,
which had given her so much superstitious terror, and was surprised,
that she could have suffered herself to be thus alarmed, till she
considered, that, when the mind has once begun to yield to the
weakness of superstition, trifles impress it with the force of
conviction. Still, however, she remembered with awe the mysterious
music, which had been heard, at midnight, near Chateau-le-Blanc, and
she asked Ludovico if he could give any explanation of it; but he
could not.

'I only know, madam,' he added, 'that it did not belong to the
pirates, for I have heard them laugh about it, and say, they believed
the devil was in league with them there.'

'Yes, I will answer for it he was,' said Annette, her countenance
brightening, 'I was sure all along, that he or his spirits had
something to do with the north apartments, and now you see, madam, I
am right at last.'

'It cannot be denied, that his spirits were very busy in that part of
the chateau,' replied Emily, smiling. 'But I am surprised, Ludovico,
that these pirates should persevere in their schemes, after the
arrival of the Count; what could they expect but certain detection?'

'I have reason to believe, madam,' replied Ludovico, 'that it was
their intention to persevere no longer than was necessary for the
removal of the stores, which were deposited in the vaults; and it
appeared, that they had been employed in doing so from within a short
period after the Count's arrival; but, as they had only a few hours
in the night for this business, and were carrying on other schemes at
the same time, the vaults were not above half emptied, when they took
me away. They gloried exceedingly in this opportunity of confirming
the superstitious reports, that had been spread of the north
chambers, were careful to leave every thing there as they had found
it, the better to promote the deception, and frequently, in their
jocose moods, would laugh at the consternation, which they believed
the inhabitants of the castle had suffered upon my disappearing, and
it was to prevent the possibility of my betraying their secret, that
they had removed me to such a distance. From that period they
considered the chateau as nearly their own; but I found from the
discourse of their comrades, that, though they were cautious, at
first, in shewing their power there, they had once very nearly
betrayed themselves. Going, one night, as was their custom, to the
north chambers to repeat the noises, that had occasioned such alarm
among the servants, they heard, as they were about to unfasten the
secret door, voices in the bed-room. My lord has since told me, that
himself and M. Henri were then in the apartment, and they heard very
extraordinary sounds of lamentation, which it seems were made by
these fellows, with their usual design of spreading terror; and my
lord has owned, he then felt somewhat more, than surprise; but, as it
was necessary to the peace of his family, that no notice should be
taken, he was silent on the subject, and enjoined silence to his

Emily, recollecting the change, that had appeared in the spirits of
the Count, after the night, when he had watched in the north room,
now perceived the cause of it; and, having made some further
enquiries upon this strange affair, she dismissed Ludovico, and went
to give orders for the accommodation of her friends, on the following

In the evening, Theresa, lame as she was, came to deliver the ring,
with which Valancourt had entrusted her, and, when she presented it,
Emily was much affected, for she remembered to have seen him wear it
often in happier days. She was, however, much displeased, that
Theresa had received it, and positively refused to accept it herself,
though to have done so would have afforded her a melancholy pleasure.
Theresa entreated, expostulated, and then described the distress of
Valancourt, when he had given the ring, and repeated the message,
with which he had commissioned her to deliver it; and Emily could not
conceal the extreme sorrow this recital occasioned her, but wept, and
remained lost in thought.

'Alas! my dear young lady!' said Theresa, 'why should all this be? I
have known you from your infancy, and it may well be supposed I love
you, as if you was my own, and wish as much to see you happy. M.
Valancourt, to be sure, I have not known so long, but then I have
reason to love him, as though he was my own son. I know how well you
love one another, or why all this weeping and wailing?' Emily waved
her hand for Theresa to be silent, who, disregarding the signal,
continued, 'And how much you are alike in your tempers and ways, and,
that, if you were married, you would be the happiest couple in the
whole province--then what is there to prevent your marrying? Dear
dear! to see how some people fling away their happiness, and then cry
and lament about it, just as if it was not their own doing, and as if
there was more pleasure in wailing and weeping, than in being at
peace. Learning, to be sure, is a fine thing, but, if it teaches
folks no better than that, why I had rather be without it; if it
would teach them to be happier, I would say something to it, then it
would be learning and wisdom too.'

Age and long services had given Theresa a privilege to talk, but
Emily now endeavoured to check her loquacity, and, though she felt
the justness of some of her remarks, did not choose to explain the
circumstances, that had determined her conduct towards Valancourt.
She, therefore, only told Theresa, that it would much displease her
to hear the subject renewed; that she had reasons for her conduct,
which she did not think it proper to mention, and that the ring must
be returned, with an assurance, that she could not accept it with
propriety; and, at the same time, she forbade Theresa to repeat any
future message from Valancourt, as she valued her esteem and
kindness. Theresa was afflicted, and made another attempt, though
feeble, to interest her for Valancourt, but the unusual displeasure,
expressed in Emily's countenance, soon obliged her to desist, and she
departed in wonder and lamentation.

To relieve her mind, in some degree, from the painful recollections,
that intruded upon it, Emily busied herself in preparations for the
journey into Languedoc, and, while Annette, who assisted her, spoke
with joy and affection of the safe return of Ludovico, she was
considering how she might best promote their happiness, and
determined, if it appeared, that his affection was as unchanged as
that of the simple and honest Annette, to give her a marriage
portion, and settle them on some part of her estate. These
considerations led her to the remembrance of her father's paternal
domain, which his affairs had formerly compelled him to dispose of to
M. Quesnel, and which she frequently wished to regain, because St.
Aubert had lamented, that the chief lands of his ancestors had passed
into another family, and because they had been his birth-place and
the haunt of his early years. To the estate at Tholouse she had no
peculiar attachment, and it was her wish to dispose of this, that she
might purchase her paternal domains, if M. Quesnel could be prevailed
on to part with them, which, as he talked much of living in Italy,
did not appear very improbable.


Sweet is the breath of vernal shower,
The bees' collected treasures sweet,
Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet
The still, small voice of gratitude.

On the following day, the arrival of her friend revived the drooping
Emily, and La Vallee became once more the scene of social kindness
and of elegant hospitality. Illness and the terror she had suffered
had stolen from Blanche much of her sprightliness, but all her
affectionate simplicity remained, and, though she appeared less
blooming, she was not less engaging than before. The unfortunate
adventure on the Pyrenees had made the Count very anxious to reach
home, and, after little more than a week's stay at La Vallee, Emily
prepared to set out with her friends for Languedoc, assigning the
care of her house, during her absence, to Theresa. On the evening,
preceding her departure, this old servant brought again the ring of
Valancourt, and, with tears, entreated her mistress to receive it,
for that she had neither seen, or heard of M. Valancourt, since the
night when he delivered it to her. As she said this, her countenance
expressed more alarm, than she dared to utter; but Emily, checking
her own propensity to fear, considered, that he had probably returned
to the residence of his brother, and, again refusing to accept the
ring, bade Theresa preserve it, till she saw him, which, with extreme
reluctance, she promised to do.

On the following day, Count De Villefort, with Emily and the Lady
Blanche, left La Vallee, and, on the ensuing evening, arrived at the
Chateau-le-Blanc, where the Countess, Henri, and M. Du Pont, whom
Emily was surprised to find there, received them with much joy and
congratulation. She was concerned to observe, that the Count still
encouraged the hopes of his friend, whose countenance declared, that
his affection had suffered no abatement from absence; and was much
distressed, when, on the second evening after her arrival, the Count,
having withdrawn her from the Lady Blanche, with whom she was
walking, renewed the subject of M. Du Pont's hopes. The mildness,
with which she listened to his intercessions at first, deceiving him,
as to her sentiments, he began to believe, that, her affection for
Valancourt being overcome, she was, at length, disposed to think
favourably of M. Du Pont; and, when she afterwards convinced him of
his mistake, he ventured, in the earnestness of his wish to promote
what he considered to be the happiness of two persons, whom he so
much esteemed, gently to remonstrate with her, on thus suffering an
ill-placed affection to poison the happiness of her most valuable

Observing her silence and the deep dejection of her countenance, he
concluded with saying, 'I will not say more now, but I will still
believe, my dear Mademoiselle St. Aubert, that you will not always
reject a person, so truly estimable as my friend Du Pont.'

He spared her the pain of replying, by leaving her; and she strolled
on, somewhat displeased with the Count for having persevered to plead
for a suit, which she had repeatedly rejected, and lost amidst the
melancholy recollections, which this topic had revived, till she had
insensibly reached the borders of the woods, that screened the
monastery of St. Clair, when, perceiving how far she had wandered,
she determined to extend her walk a little farther, and to enquire
about the abbess and some of her friends among the nuns.

Though the evening was now drawing to a close, she accepted the
invitation of the friar, who opened the gate, and, anxious to meet
some of her old acquaintances, proceeded towards the convent parlour.
As she crossed the lawn, that sloped from the front of the monastery
towards the sea, she was struck with the picture of repose, exhibited
by some monks, sitting in the cloisters, which extended under the
brow of the woods, that crowned this eminence; where, as they
meditated, at this twilight hour, holy subjects, they sometimes
suffered their attention to be relieved by the scene before them, nor
thought it profane to look at nature, now that it had exchanged the
brilliant colours of day for the sober hue of evening. Before the
cloisters, however, spread an ancient chesnut, whose ample branches
were designed to screen the full magnificence of a scene, that might
tempt the wish to worldly pleasures; but still, beneath the dark and
spreading foliage, gleamed a wide extent of ocean, and many a passing
sail; while, to the right and left, thick woods were seen stretching
along the winding shores. So much as this had been admitted,
perhaps, to give to the secluded votary an image of the dangers and
vicissitudes of life, and to console him, now that he had renounced
its pleasures, by the certainty of having escaped its evils. As
Emily walked pensively along, considering how much suffering she
might have escaped, had she become a votaress of the order, and
remained in this retirement from the time of her father's death, the
vesper-bell struck up, and the monks retired slowly toward the
chapel, while she, pursuing her way, entered the great hall, where an
unusual silence seemed to reign. The parlour too, which opened from
it, she found vacant, but, as the evening bell was sounding, she
believed the nuns had withdrawn into the chapel, and sat down to
rest, for a moment, before she returned to the chateau, where,
however, the increasing gloom made her now anxious to be.

Not many minutes had elapsed, before a nun, entering in haste,
enquired for the abbess, and was retiring, without recollecting
Emily, when she made herself known, and then learned, that a mass was
going to be performed for the soul of sister Agnes, who had been
declining, for some time, and who was now believed to be dying.

Of her sufferings the sister gave a melancholy account, and of the
horrors, into which she had frequently started, but which had now
yielded to a dejection so gloomy, that neither the prayers, in which
she was joined by the sisterhood, or the assurances of her confessor,
had power to recall her from it, or to cheer her mind even with a
momentary gleam of comfort.

To this relation Emily listened with extreme concern, and,
recollecting the frenzied manners and the expressions of horror,
which she had herself witnessed of Agnes, together with the history,
that sister Frances had communicated, her compassion was heightened
to a very painful degree. As the evening was already far advanced,
Emily did not now desire to see her, or to join in the mass, and,
after leaving many kind remembrances with the nun, for her old
friends, she quitted the monastery, and returned over the cliffs
towards the chateau, meditating upon what she had just heard, till,
at length she forced her mind upon less interesting subjects.

The wind was high, and as she drew near the chateau, she often paused
to listen to its awful sound, as it swept over the billows, that beat
below, or groaned along the surrounding woods; and, while she rested
on a cliff at a short distance from the chateau, and looked upon the
wide waters, seen dimly beneath the last shade of twilight, she
thought of the following address:


Viewless, through heaven's vast vault your course ye steer,
Unknown from whence ye come, or whither go!
Mysterious pow'rs! I hear ye murmur low,
Till swells your loud gust on my startled ear,
And, awful! seems to say--some God is near!
I love to list your midnight voices float
In the dread storm, that o'er the ocean rolls,
And, while their charm the angry wave controuls,
Mix with its sullen roar, and sink remote.
Then, rising in the pause, a sweeter note,
The dirge of spirits, who your deeds bewail,
A sweeter note oft swells while sleeps the gale!
But soon, ye sightless pow'rs! your rest is o'er,
Solemn and slow, ye rise upon the air,
Speak in the shrouds, and bid the sea-boy fear,
And the faint-warbled dirge--is heard no more!
Oh! then I deprecate your awful reign!
The loud lament yet bear not on your breath!
Bear not the crash of bark far on the main,
Bear not the cry of men, who cry in vain,
The crew's dread chorus sinking into death!
Oh! give not these, ye pow'rs! I ask alone,
As rapt I climb these dark romantic steeps,
The elemental war, the billow's moan;
I ask the still, sweet tear, that listening Fancy weeps!


Unnatural deeds
Do breed unnatural troubles: infected minds
To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.
More needs she the divine, than the physician.

On the following evening, the view of the convent towers, rising
among the shadowy woods, reminded Emily of the nun, whose condition
had so much affected her; and, anxious to know how she was, as well
as to see some of her former friends, she and the Lady Blanche
extended their walk to the monastery. At the gate stood a carriage,
which, from the heat of the horses, appeared to have just arrived;
but a more than common stillness pervaded the court and the
cloisters, through which Emily and Blanche passed in their way to the
great hall, where a nun, who was crossing to the stair-case, replied
to the enquiries of the former, that sister Agnes was still living,
and sensible, but that it was thought she could not survive the
night. In the parlour, they found several of the boarders, who
rejoiced to see Emily, and told her many little circumstances that
had happened in the convent since her departure, and which were
interesting to her only because they related to persons, whom she had
regarded with affection. While they thus conversed the abbess
entered the room, and expressed much satisfaction at seeing Emily,
but her manner was unusually solemn, and her countenance dejected.
'Our house,' said she, after the first salutations were over, 'is
truly a house of mourning--a daughter is now paying the debt of
nature.--You have heard, perhaps, that our daughter Agnes is dying?'

Emily expressed her sincere concern.

'Her death presents to us a great and awful lesson,' continued the
abbess; 'let us read it, and profit by it; let it teach us to prepare
ourselves for the change, that awaits us all! You are young, and
have it yet in your power to secure "the peace that passeth all
understanding"--the peace of conscience. Preserve it in your youth,
that it may comfort you in age; for vain, alas! and imperfect are the
good deeds of our latter years, if those of our early life have been

Emily would have said, that good deeds, she hoped, were never vain;
but she considered that it was the abbess who spoke, and she remained

'The latter days of Agnes,' resumed the abbess, 'have been exemplary;
would they might atone for the errors of her former ones! Her
sufferings now, alas! are great; let us believe, that they will make
her peace hereafter! I have left her with her confessor, and a
gentleman, whom she has long been anxious to see, and who is just
arrived from Paris. They, I hope, will be able to administer the
repose, which her mind has hitherto wanted.'

Emily fervently joined in the wish.

'During her illness, she has sometimes named you,' resumed the
abbess; 'perhaps, it would comfort her to see you; when her present
visitors have left her, we will go to her chamber, if the scene will
not be too melancholy for your spirits. But, indeed, to such scenes,
however painful, we ought to accustom ourselves, for they are
salutary to the soul, and prepare us for what we are ourselves to

Emily became grave and thoughtful; for this conversation brought to
her recollection the dying moments of her beloved father, and she
wished once more to weep over the spot, where his remains were
buried. During the silence, which followed the abbess' speech, many
minute circumstances attending his last hours occurred to her--his
emotion on perceiving himself to be in the neighbourhood of Chateau-
le-Blanc--his request to be interred in a particular spot in the
church of this monastery--and the solemn charge he had delivered to
her to destroy certain papers, without examining them.--She
recollected also the mysterious and horrible words in those
manuscripts, upon which her eye had involuntarily glanced; and,
though they now, and, indeed, whenever she remembered them, revived
an excess of painful curiosity, concerning their full import, and the
motives for her father's command, it was ever her chief consolation,
that she had strictly obeyed him in this particular.

Little more was said by the abbess, who appeared too much affected by
the subject she had lately left, to be willing to converse, and her
companions had been for some time silent from the same cause, when
this general reverie was interrupted by the entrance of a stranger,
Monsieur Bonnac, who had just quitted the chamber of sister Agnes.
He appeared much disturbed, but Emily fancied, that his countenance
had more the expression of horror, than of grief. Having drawn the
abbess to a distant part of the room, he conversed with her for some
time, during which she seemed to listen with earnest attention, and
he to speak with caution, and a more than common degree of interest.
When he had concluded, he bowed silently to the rest of the company,
and quitted the room. The abbess, soon after, proposed going to the
chamber of sister Agnes, to which Emily consented, though not without
some reluctance, and Lady Blanche remained with the boarders below.

At the door of the chamber they met the confessor, whom, as he lifted
up his head on their approach, Emily observed to be the same that had
attended her dying father; but he passed on, without noticing her,
and they entered the apartment, where, on a mattress, was laid sister
Agnes, with one nun watching in the chair beside her. Her
countenance was so much changed, that Emily would scarcely have
recollected her, had she not been prepared to do so: it was ghastly,
and overspread with gloomy horror; her dim and hollow eyes were fixed
on a crucifix, which she held upon her bosom; and she was so much
engaged in thought, as not to perceive the abbess and Emily, till
they stood at the bed-side. Then, turning her heavy eyes, she fixed
them, in wild horror, upon Emily, and, screaming, exclaimed, 'Ah!
that vision comes upon me in my dying hours!'

Emily started back in terror, and looked for explanation to the
abbess, who made her a signal not to be alarmed, and calmly said to
Agnes, 'Daughter, I have brought Mademoiselle St. Aubert to visit
you: I thought you would be glad to see her.'

Agnes made no reply; but, still gazing wildly upon Emily, exclaimed,
'It is her very self! Oh! there is all that fascination in her look,
which proved my destruction! What would you have--what is it you
came to demand--Retribution?--It will soon be yours--it is yours
already. How many years have passed, since last I saw you! My crime
is but as yesterday.--Yet I am grown old beneath it; while you are
still young and blooming--blooming as when you forced me to commit
that most abhorred deed! O! could I once forget it!--yet what would
that avail?--the deed is done!'

Emily, extremely shocked, would now have left the room; but the
abbess, taking her hand, tried to support her spirits, and begged she
would stay a few moments, when Agnes would probably be calm, whom now
she tried to sooth. But the latter seemed to disregard her, while
she still fixed her eyes on Emily, and added, 'What are years of
prayers and repentance? they cannot wash out the foulness of murder!-
-Yes, murder! Where is he--where is he?--Look there--look there!--
see where he stalks along the room! Why do you come to torment me
now?' continued Agnes, while her straining eyes were bent on air,
'why was not I punished before?--O! do not frown so sternly! Hah!
there again! 'til she herself! Why do you look so piteously upon me-
-and smile, too? smile on me! What groan was that?'

Agnes sunk down, apparently lifeless, and Emily, unable to support
herself, leaned against the bed, while the abbess and the attendant
nun were applying the usual remedies to Agnes. 'Peace,' said the
abbess, when Emily was going to speak, 'the delirium is going off,
she will soon revive. When was she thus before, daughter?'

'Not of many weeks, madam,' replied the nun, 'but her spirits have
been much agitated by the arrival of the gentleman she wished so much
to see.'

'Yes,' observed the abbess, 'that has undoubtedly occasioned this
paroxysm of frenzy. When she is better, we will leave her to

Emily very readily consented, but, though she could now give little
assistance, she was unwilling to quit the chamber, while any might be

When Agnes recovered her senses, she again fixed her eyes on Emily,
but their wild expression was gone, and a gloomy melancholy had
succeeded. It was some moments before she recovered sufficient
spirits to speak; she then said feebly--'The likeness is wonderful!--
surely it must be something more than fancy. Tell me, I conjure
you,' she added, addressing Emily, 'though your name is St. Aubert,
are you not the daughter of the Marchioness?'

'What Marchioness?' said Emily, in extreme surprise; for she had
imagined, from the calmness of Agnes's manner, that her intellects
were restored. The abbess gave her a significant glance, but she
repeated the question.

'What Marchioness?' exclaimed Agnes, 'I know but of one--the
Marchioness de Villeroi.'

Emily, remembering the emotion of her late father, upon the
unexpected mention of this lady, and his request to be laid near to
the tomb of the Villerois, now felt greatly interested, and she
entreated Agnes to explain the reason of her question. The abbess
would now have withdrawn Emily from the room, who being, however,
detained by a strong interest, repeated her entreaties.

'Bring me that casket, sister,' said Agnes; 'I will shew her to you;
yet you need only look in that mirror, and you will behold her; you
surely are her daughter: such striking resemblance is never found
but among near relations.'

The nun brought the casket, and Agnes, having directed her how to
unlock it, she took thence a miniature, in which Emily perceived the
exact resemblance of the picture, which she had found among her late
father's papers. Agnes held out her hand to receive it; gazed upon
it earnestly for some moments in silence; and then, with a
countenance of deep despair, threw up her eyes to Heaven, and prayed
inwardly. When she had finished, she returned the miniature to
Emily. 'Keep it,' said she, 'I bequeath it to you, for I must
believe it is your right. I have frequently observed the resemblance
between you; but never, till this day, did it strike upon my
conscience so powerfully! Stay, sister, do not remove the casket--
there is another picture I would shew.'

Emily trembled with expectation, and the abbess again would have
withdrawn her. 'Agnes is still disordered,' said she, 'you observe
how she wanders. In these moods she says any thing, and does not
scruple, as you have witnessed, to accuse herself of the most
horrible crimes.'

Emily, however, thought she perceived something more than madness in
the inconsistencies of Agnes, whose mention of the Marchioness, and
production of her picture, had interested her so much, that she
determined to obtain further information, if possible, respecting the
subject of it.

The nun returned with the casket, and, Agnes pointing out to her a
secret drawer, she took from it another miniature. 'Here,' said
Agnes, as she offered it to Emily, 'learn a lesson for your vanity,
at least; look well at this picture, and see if you can discover any
resemblance between what I was, and what I am.'

Emily impatiently received the miniature, which her eyes had scarcely
glanced upon, before her trembling hands had nearly suffered it to
fall--it was the resemblance of the portrait of Signora Laurentini,
which she had formerly seen in the castle of Udolpho--the lady, who
had disappeared in so mysterious a manner, and whom Montoni had been
suspected of having caused to be murdered.

In silent astonishment, Emily continued to gaze alternately upon the
picture and the dying nun, endeavouring to trace a resemblance
between them, which no longer existed.

'Why do you look so sternly on me?' said Agnes, mistaking the nature
of Emily's emotion.

'I have seen this face before,' said Emily, at length; 'was it really
your resemblance?'

'You may well ask that question,' replied the nun,--'but it was once
esteemed a striking likeness of me. Look at me well, and see what
guilt has made me. I then was innocent; the evil passions of my
nature slept. Sister!' added she solemnly, and stretching forth her
cold, damp hand to Emily, who shuddered at its touch--'Sister! beware
of the first indulgence of the passions; beware of the first! Their
course, if not checked then, is rapid--their force is uncontroulable-
-they lead us we know not whither--they lead us perhaps to the
commission of crimes, for which whole years of prayer and penitence
cannot atone!--Such may be the force of even a single passion, that
it overcomes every other, and sears up every other approach to the
heart. Possessing us like a fiend, it leads us on to the acts of a
fiend, making us insensible to pity and to conscience. And, when its
purpose is accomplished, like a fiend, it leaves us to the torture of
those feelings, which its power had suspended--not annihilated,--to
the tortures of compassion, remorse, and conscience. Then, we awaken
as from a dream, and perceive a new world around us--we gaze in
astonishment, and horror--but the deed is committed; not all the
powers of heaven and earth united can undo it--and the spectres of
conscience will not fly! What are riches--grandeur--health itself,
to the luxury of a pure conscience, the health of the soul;--and what
the sufferings of poverty, disappointment, despair--to the anguish of
an afflicted one! O! how long is it since I knew that luxury! I
believed, that I had suffered the most agonizing pangs of human
nature, in love, jealousy, and despair--but these pangs were ease,
compared with the stings of conscience, which I have since endured.
I tasted too what was called the sweet of revenge--but it was
transient, it expired even with the object, that provoked it.
Remember, sister, that the passions are the seeds of vices as well as
of virtues, from which either may spring, accordingly as they are
nurtured. Unhappy they who have never been taught the art to govern

'Alas! unhappy!' said the abbess, 'and ill-informed of our holy
religion!' Emily listened to Agnes, in silent awe, while she still
examined the miniature, and became confirmed in her opinion of its
strong resemblance to the portrait at Udolpho. 'This face is
familiar to me,' said she, wishing to lead the nun to an explanation,
yet fearing to discover too abruptly her knowledge of Udolpho.

'You are mistaken,' replied Agnes, 'you certainly never saw that
picture before.'

'No,' replied Emily, 'but I have seen one extremely like it.'
'Impossible,' said Agnes, who may now be called the Lady Laurentini.

'It was in the castle of Udolpho,' continued Emily, looking
stedfastly at her.

'Of Udolpho!' exclaimed Laurentini, 'of Udolpho in Italy!' 'The
same,' replied Emily.

'You know me then,' said Laurentini, 'and you are the daughter of the
Marchioness.' Emily was somewhat surprised at this abrupt assertion.
'I am the daughter of the late Mons. St. Aubert,' said she; 'and the
lady you name is an utter stranger to me.'

'At least you believe so,' rejoined Laurentini.

Emily asked what reasons there could be to believe otherwise.

'The family likeness, that you bear her,' said the nun. 'The
Marchioness, it is known, was attached to a gentleman of Gascony, at
the time when she accepted the hand of the Marquis, by the command of
her father. Ill-fated, unhappy woman!'

Emily, remembering the extreme emotion which St. Aubert had betrayed
on the mention of the Marchioness, would now have suffered something
more than surprise, had her confidence in his integrity been less; as
it was, she could not, for a moment, believe what the words of
Laurentini insinuated; yet she still felt strongly interested,
concerning them, and begged, that she would explain them further.

'Do not urge me on that subject,' said the nun, 'it is to me a
terrible one! Would that I could blot it from my memory!' She
sighed deeply, and, after the pause of a moment, asked Emily, by what
means she had discovered her name?

'By your portrait in the castle of Udolpho, to which this miniature
bears a striking resemblance,' replied Emily.

'You have been at Udolpho then!' said the nun, with great emotion.
'Alas! what scenes does the mention of it revive in my fancy--scenes
of happiness--of suffering--and of horror!'

At this moment, the terrible spectacle, which Emily had witnessed in
a chamber of that castle, occurred to her, and she shuddered, while
she looked upon the nun--and recollected her late words--that 'years
of prayer and penitence could not wash out the foulness of murder.'
She was now compelled to attribute these to another cause, than that
of delirium. With a degree of horror, that almost deprived her of
sense, she now believed she looked upon a murderer; all the
recollected behaviour of Laurentini seemed to confirm the
supposition, yet Emily was still lost in a labyrinth of perplexities,
and, not knowing how to ask the questions, which might lead to truth,
she could only hint them in broken sentences.

'Your sudden departure from Udolpho'--said she.

Laurentini groaned.

'The reports that followed it,' continued Emily--'The west chamber--
the mournful veil--the object it conceals!--when murders are

The nun shrieked. 'What! there again!' said she, endeavouring to
raise herself, while her starting eyes seemed to follow some object
round the room--'Come from the grave! What! Blood--blood too!--
There was no blood--thou canst not say it!--Nay, do not smile,--do
not smile so piteously!'

Laurentini fell into convulsions, as she uttered the last words; and
Emily, unable any longer to endure the horror of the scene, hurried
from the room, and sent some nuns to the assistance of the abbess.

The Lady Blanche, and the boarders, who were in the parlour, now
assembled round Emily, and, alarmed by her manner and affrighted
countenance, asked a hundred questions, which she avoided answering
further, than by saying, that she believed sister Agnes was dying.
They received this as a sufficient explanation of her terror, and had
then leisure to offer restoratives, which, at length, somewhat
revived Emily, whose mind was, however, so much shocked with the
terrible surmises, and perplexed with doubts by some words from the
nun, that she was unable to converse, and would have left the convent
immediately, had she not wished to know whether Laurentini would
survive the late attack. After waiting some time, she was informed,
that, the convulsions having ceased, Laurentini seemed to be
reviving, and Emily and Blanche were departing, when the abbess
appeared, who, drawing the former aside, said she had something of
consequence to say to her, but, as it was late, she would not detain
her then, and requested to see her on the following day.

Emily promised to visit her, and, having taken leave, returned with
the Lady Blanche towards the chateau, on the way to which the deep
gloom of the woods made Blanche lament, that the evening was so far
advanced; for the surrounding stillness and obscurity rendered her
sensible of fear, though there was a servant to protect her; while
Emily was too much engaged by the horrors of the scene she had just
witnessed, to be affected by the solemnity of the shades, otherwise
than as they served to promote her gloomy reverie, from which,
however, she was at length recalled by the Lady Blanche, who pointed
out, at some distance, in the dusky path they were winding, two
persons slowly advancing. It was impossible to avoid them without
striking into a still more secluded part of the wood, whither the
strangers might easily follow; but all apprehension vanished, when
Emily distinguished the voice of Mons. Du Pont, and perceived, that
his companion was the gentleman, whom she had seen at the monastery,
and who was now conversing with so much earnestness as not
immediately to perceive their approach. When Du Pont joined the
ladies, the stranger took leave, and they proceeded to the chateau,
where the Count, when he heard of Mons. Bonnac, claimed him for an
acquaintance, and, on learning the melancholy occasion of his visit
to Languedoc, and that he was lodged at a small inn in the village,
begged the favour of Mons. Du Pont to invite him to the chateau.

The latter was happy to do so, and the scruples of reserve, which
made M. Bonnac hesitate to accept the invitation, being at length
overcome, they went to the chateau, where the kindness of the Count
and the sprightliness of his son were exerted to dissipate the gloom,
that overhung the spirits of the stranger. M. Bonnac was an officer
in the French service, and appeared to be about fifty; his figure was
tall and commanding, his manners had received the last polish, and
there was something in his countenance uncommonly interesting; for
over features, which, in youth, must have been remarkably handsome,
was spread a melancholy, that seemed the effect of long misfortune,
rather than of constitution, or temper.

The conversation he held, during supper, was evidently an effort of
politeness, and there were intervals in which, unable to struggle
against the feelings, that depressed him, he relapsed into silence
and abstraction, from which, however, the Count, sometimes, withdrew
him in a manner so delicate and benevolent, that Emily, while she
observed him, almost fancied she beheld her late father.

The party separated, at an early hour, and then, in the solitude of
her apartment, the scenes, which Emily had lately witnessed, returned
to her fancy, with dreadful energy. That in the dying nun she should
have discovered Signora Laurentini, who, instead of having been
murdered by Montoni, was, as it now seemed, herself guilty of some
dreadful crime, excited both horror and surprise in a high degree;
nor did the hints, which she had dropped, respecting the marriage of
the Marchioness de Villeroi, and the enquiries she had made
concerning Emily's birth, occasion her a less degree of interest,
though it was of a different nature.

The history, which sister Frances had formerly related, and had said
to be that of Agnes, it now appeared, was erroneous; but for what
purpose it had been fabricated, unless the more effectually to
conceal the true story, Emily could not even guess. Above all, her
interest was excited as to the relation, which the story of the late
Marchioness de Villeroi bore to that of her father; for, that some
kind of relation existed between them, the grief of St. Aubert, upon
hearing her named, his request to be buried near her, and her
picture, which had been found among his papers, certainly proved.
Sometimes it occurred to Emily, that he might have been the lover, to
whom it was said the Marchioness was attached, when she was compelled
to marry the Marquis de Villeroi; but that he had afterwards
cherished a passion for her, she could not suffer herself to believe,
for a moment. The papers, which he had so solemnly enjoined her to
destroy, she now fancied had related to this connection, and she
wished more earnestly than before to know the reasons, that made him
consider the injunction necessary, which, had her faith in his
principles been less, would have led to believe, that there was a
mystery in her birth dishonourable to her parents, which those
manuscripts might have revealed.

Reflections, similar to these, engaged her mind, during the greater
part of the night, and when, at length, she fell into a slumber, it
was only to behold a vision of the dying nun, and to awaken in
horrors, like those she had witnessed.

On the following morning, she was too much indisposed to attend her
appointment with the abbess, and, before the day concluded, she
heard, that sister Agnes was no more. Mons. Bonnac received this
intelligence, with concern; but Emily observed, that he did not
appear so much affected now, as on the preceding evening, immediately
after quitting the apartment of the nun, whose death was probably
less terrible to him, than the confession he had been then called
upon to witness. However this might be, he was perhaps consoled, in
some degree, by a knowledge of the legacy bequeathed him, since his
family was large, and the extravagance of some part of it had lately
been the means of involving him in great distress, and even in the
horrors of a prison; and it was the grief he had suffered from the
wild career of a favourite son, with the pecuniary anxieties and
misfortunes consequent upon it, that had given to his countenance the
air of dejection, which had so much interested Emily.

To his friend Mons. Du Pont he recited some particulars of his late
sufferings, when it appeared, that he had been confined for several
months in one of the prisons of Paris, with little hope of release,
and without the comfort of seeing his wife, who had been absent in
the country, endeavouring, though in vain, to procure assistance from
his friends. When, at length, she had obtained an order for
admittance, she was so much shocked at the change, which long
confinement and sorrow had made in his appearance, that she was
seized with fits, which, by their long continuance, threatened her

'Our situation affected those, who happened to witness it,' continued
Mons. Bonnac, 'and one generous friend, who was in confinement at the
same time, afterwards employed the first moments of his liberty in
efforts to obtain mine. He succeeded; the heavy debt, that oppressed
me, was discharged; and, when I would have expressed my sense of the
obligation I had received, my benefactor was fled from my search. I
have reason to believe he was the victim of his own generosity, and
that he returned to the state of confinement, from which he had
released me; but every enquiry after him was unsuccessful. Amiable
and unfortunate Valancourt!'

'Valancourt!' exclaimed Mons. Du Pont. 'Of what family?'

'The Valancourts, Counts Duvarney,' replied Mons. Bonnac.

The emotion of Mons. Du Pont, when he discovered the generous
benefactor of his friend to be the rival of his love, can only be
imagined; but, having overcome his first surprise, he dissipated the
apprehensions of Mons. Bonnac by acquainting him, that Valancourt was
at liberty, and had lately been in Languedoc; after which his
affection for Emily prompted him to make some enquiries, respecting
the conduct of his rival, during his stay at Paris, of which M.
Bonnac appeared to be well informed. The answers he received were
such as convinced him, that Valancourt had been much misrepresented,
and, painful as was the sacrifice, he formed the just design of
relinquishing his pursuit of Emily to a lover, who, it now appeared,
was not unworthy of the regard, with which she honoured him.

The conversation of Mons. Bonnac discovered, that Valancourt, some
time after his arrival at Paris, had been drawn into the snares,
which determined vice had spread for him, and that his hours had been
chiefly divided between the parties of the captivating Marchioness
and those gaming assemblies, to which the envy, or the avarice, of
his brother officers had spared no art to seduce him. In these
parties he had lost large sums, in efforts to recover small ones, and
to such losses the Count De Villefort and Mons. Henri had been
frequent witnesses. His resources were, at length, exhausted; and
the Count, his brother, exasperated by his conduct, refused to
continue the supplies necessary to his present mode of life, when
Valancourt, in consequence of accumulated debts, was thrown into
confinement, where his brother suffered him to remain, in the hope,
that punishment might effect a reform of conduct, which had not yet
been confirmed by long habit.

In the solitude of his prison, Valancourt had leisure for reflection,
and cause for repentance; here, too, the image of Emily, which,
amidst the dissipation of the city had been obscured, but never
obliterated from his heart, revived with all the charms of innocence
and beauty, to reproach him for having sacrificed his happiness and
debased his talents by pursuits, which his nobler faculties would
formerly have taught him to consider were as tasteless as they were
degrading. But, though his passions had been seduced, his heart was
not depraved, nor had habit riveted the chains, that hung heavily on
his conscience; and, as he retained that energy of will, which was
necessary to burst them, he, at length, emancipated himself from the
bondage of vice, but not till after much effort and severe suffering.

Being released by his brother from the prison, where he had witnessed
the affecting meeting between Mons. Bonnac and his wife, with whom he
had been for some time acquainted, the first use of his liberty
formed a striking instance of his humanity and his rashness; for with
nearly all the money, just received from his brother, he went to a
gaming-house, and gave it as a last stake for the chance of restoring
his friend to freedom, and to his afflicted family. The event was
fortunate, and, while he had awaited the issue of this momentous
stake, he made a solemn vow never again to yield to the destructive
and fascinating vice of gaming.

Having restored the venerable Mons. Bonnac to his rejoicing family,
he hurried from Paris to Estuviere; and, in the delight of having
made the wretched happy, forgot, for a while, his own misfortunes.
Soon, however, he remembered, that he had thrown away the fortune,
without which he could never hope to marry Emily; and life, unless
passed with her, now scarcely appeared supportable; for her goodness,
refinement, and simplicity of heart, rendered her beauty more
enchanting, if possible, to his fancy, than it had ever yet appeared.
Experience had taught him to understand the full value of the
qualities, which he had before admired, but which the contrasted
characters he had seen in the world made him now adore; and these
reflections, increasing the pangs of remorse and regret, occasioned
the deep dejection, that had accompanied him even into the presence
of Emily, of whom he considered himself no longer worthy. To the
ignominy of having received pecuniary obligations from the
Marchioness Chamfort, or any other lady of intrigue, as the Count De
Villefort had been informed, or of having been engaged in the
depredating schemes of gamesters, Valancourt had never submitted; and
these were some of such scandals as often mingle with truth, against
the unfortunate. Count De Villefort had received them from authority
which he had no reason to doubt, and which the imprudent conduct he
had himself witnessed in Valancourt, had certainly induced him the
more readily to believe. Being such as Emily could not name to the
Chevalier, he had no opportunity of refuting them; and, when he
confessed himself to be unworthy of her esteem, he little suspected,
that he was confirming to her the most dreadful calumnies. Thus the
mistake had been mutual, and had remained so, when Mons. Bonnac
explained the conduct of his generous, but imprudent young friend to
Du Pont, who, with severe justice, determined not only to undeceive
the Count on this subject, but to resign all hope of Emily. Such a
sacrifice as his love rendered this, was deserving of a noble reward,
and Mons. Bonnac, if it had been possible for him to forget the
benevolent Valancourt, would have wished that Emily might accept the
just Du Pont.

When the Count was informed of the error he had committed, he was
extremely shocked at the consequence of his credulity, and the
account which Mons. Bonnac gave of his friend's situation, while at
Paris, convinced him, that Valancourt had been entrapped by the
schemes of a set of dissipated young men, with whom his profession
had partly obliged him to associate, rather than by an inclination to
vice; and, charmed by the humanity, and noble, though rash
generosity, which his conduct towards Mons. Bonnac exhibited, he
forgave him the transient errors, that had stained his youth, and
restored him to the high degree of esteem, with which he had regarded
him, during their early acquaintance. But, as the least reparation
he could now make Valancourt was to afford him an opportunity of
explaining to Emily his former conduct, he immediately wrote, to
request his forgiveness of the unintentional injury he had done him,
and to invite him to Chateau-le-Blanc. Motives of delicacy with-held
the Count from informing Emily of this letter, and of kindness from
acquainting her with the discovery respecting Valancourt, till his
arrival should save her from the possibility of anxiety, as to its
event; and this precaution spared her even severer inquietude, than
the Count had foreseen, since he was ignorant of the symptoms of
despair, which Valancourt's late conduct had betrayed.


But in these cases,
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: thus even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips.

Some circumstances of an extraordinary nature now withdrew Emily from
her own sorrows, and excited emotions, which partook of both surprise
and horror.

A few days followed that, on which Signora Laurentini died, her will
was opened at the monastery, in the presence of the superiors and
Mons. Bonnac, when it was found, that one third of her personal
property was bequeathed to the nearest surviving relative of the late
Marchioness de Villeroi, and that Emily was the person.

With the secret of Emily's family the abbess had long been
acquainted, and it was in observance of the earnest request of St.
Aubert, who was known to the friar, that attended him on his death-
bed, that his daughter had remained in ignorance of her relationship
to the Marchioness. But some hints, which had fallen from Signora
Laurentini, during her last interview with Emily, and a confession of
a very extraordinary nature, given in her dying hours, had made the
abbess think it necessary to converse with her young friend, on the
topic she had not before ventured to introduce; and it was for this
purpose, that she had requested to see her on the morning that
followed her interview with the nun. Emily's indisposition had then
prevented the intended conversation; but now, after the will had been
examined, she received a summons, which she immediately obeyed, and
became informed of circumstances, that powerfully affected her. As
the narrative of the abbess was, however, deficient in many
particulars, of which the reader may wish to be informed, and the
history of the nun is materially connected with the fate of the
Marchioness de Villeroi, we shall omit the conversation, that passed
in the parlour of the convent, and mingle with our relation a brief
history of


Who was the only child of her parents, and heiress of the ancient
house of Udolpho, in the territory of Venice. It was the first
misfortune of her life, and that which led to all her succeeding
misery, that the friends, who ought to have restrained her strong
passions, and mildly instructed her in the art of governing them,
nurtured them by early indulgence. But they cherished their own
failings in her; for their conduct was not the result of rational
kindness, and, when they either indulged, or opposed the passions of
their child, they gratified their own. Thus they indulged her with
weakness, and reprehended her with violence; her spirit was
exasperated by their vehemence, instead of being corrected by their
wisdom; and their oppositions became contest for victory, in which
the due tenderness of the parents, and the affectionate duties of the
child, were equally forgotten; but, as returning fondness disarmed
the parents' resentment soonest, Laurentini was suffered to believe
that she had conquered, and her passions became stronger by every
effort, that had been employed to subdue them.

The death of her father and mother in the same year left her to her
own discretion, under the dangerous circumstances attendant on youth
and beauty. She was fond of company, delighted with admiration, yet
disdainful of the opinion of the world, when it happened to
contradict her inclinations; had a gay and brilliant wit, and was
mistress of all the arts of fascination. Her conduct was such as
might have been expected, from the weakness of her principles and the
strength of her passions.

Among her numerous admirers was the late Marquis de Villeroi, who, on
his tour through Italy, saw Laurentini at Venice, where she usually
resided, and became her passionate adorer. Equally captivated by the
figure and accomplishments of the Marquis, who was at that period one
of the most distinguished noblemen of the French court, she had the
art so effectually to conceal from him the dangerous traits of her
character and the blemishes of her late conduct, that he solicited
her hand in marriage.

Before the nuptials were concluded, she retired to the castle of
Udolpho, whither the Marquis followed, and, where her conduct,
relaxing from the propriety, which she had lately assumed, discovered
to him the precipice, on which he stood. A minuter enquiry than he
had before thought it necessary to make, convinced him, that he had
been deceived in her character, and she, whom he had designed for his
wife, afterwards became his mistress.

Having passed some weeks at Udolpho, he was called abruptly to
France, whither he returned with extreme reluctance, for his heart
was still fascinated by the arts of Laurentini, with whom, however,
he had on various pretences delayed his marriage; but, to reconcile
her to this separation, he now gave repeated promises of returning to
conclude the nuptials, as soon as the affair, which thus suddenly
called him to France, should permit.

Soothed, in some degree, by these assurances, she suffered him to
depart; and, soon after, her relative, Montoni, arriving at Udolpho,
renewed the addresses, which she had before refused, and which she
now again rejected. Meanwhile, her thoughts were constantly with the
Marquis de Villeroi, for whom she suffered all the delirium of
Italian love, cherished by the solitude, to which she confined
herself; for she had now lost all taste for the pleasures of society
and the gaiety of amusement. Her only indulgences were to sigh and
weep over a miniature of the Marquis; to visit the scenes, that had
witnessed their happiness, to pour forth her heart to him in writing,
and to count the weeks, the days, which must intervene before the
period that he had mentioned as probable for his return. But this
period passed without bringing him; and week after week followed in
heavy and almost intolerable expectation. During this interval,
Laurentini's fancy, occupied incessantly by one idea, became
disordered; and, her whole heart being devoted to one object, life
became hateful to her, when she believed that object lost.

Several months passed, during which she heard nothing from the
Marquis de Villeroi, and her days were marked, at intervals, with the
phrensy of passion and the sullenness of despair. She secluded
herself from all visitors, and, sometimes, remained in her apartment,
for weeks together, refusing to speak to every person, except her
favourite female attendant, writing scraps of letters, reading, again
and again, those she had received from the Marquis, weeping over his
picture, and speaking to it, for many hours, upbraiding, reproaching
and caressing it alternately.

At length, a report reached her, that the Marquis had married in
France, and, after suffering all the extremes of love, jealousy and
indignation, she formed the desperate resolution of going secretly to
that country, and, if the report proved true, of attempting a deep
revenge. To her favourite woman only she confided the plan of her
journey, and she engaged her to partake of it. Having collected her
jewels, which, descending to her from many branches of her family,
were of immense value, and all her cash, to a very large amount, they
were packed in a trunk, which was privately conveyed to a
neighbouring town, whither Laurentini, with this only servant,
followed, and thence proceeded secretly to Leghorn, where they
embarked for France.

When, on her arrival in Languedoc, she found, that the Marquis de
Villeroi had been married, for some months, her despair almost
deprived her of reason, and she alternately projected and abandoned
the horrible design of murdering the Marquis, his wife and herself.
At length she contrived to throw herself in his way, with an
intention of reproaching him, for his conduct, and of stabbing
herself in his presence; but, when she again saw him, who so long had
been the constant object of her thoughts and affections, resentment
yielded to love; her resolution failed; she trembled with the
conflict of emotions, that assailed her heart, and fainted away.

The Marquis was not proof against her beauty and sensibility; all the
energy, with which he had first loved, returned, for his passion had
been resisted by prudence, rather than overcome by indifference; and,
since the honour of his family would not permit him to marry her, he
had endeavoured to subdue his love, and had so far succeeded, as to
select the then Marchioness for his wife, whom he loved at first with
a tempered and rational affection. But the mild virtues of that
amiable lady did not recompense him for her indifference, which
appeared, notwithstanding her efforts to conceal it; and he had, for
some time, suspected that her affections were engaged by another
person, when Laurentini arrived in Languedoc. This artful Italian
soon perceived, that she had regained her influence over him, and,
soothed by the discovery, she determined to live, and to employ all
her enchantments to win his consent to the diabolical deed, which she
believed was necessary to the security of her happiness. She
conducted her scheme with deep dissimulation and patient
perseverance, and, having completely estranged the affections of the
Marquis from his wife, whose gentle goodness and unimpassioned
manners had ceased to please, when contrasted with the captivations
of the Italian, she proceeded to awaken in his mind the jealousy of
pride, for it was no longer that of love, and even pointed out to him
the person, to whom she affirmed the Marchioness had sacrificed her
honour; but Laurentini had first extorted from him a solemn promise
to forbear avenging himself upon his rival. This was an important
part of her plan, for she knew, that, if his desire of vengeance was
restrained towards one party, it would burn more fiercely towards the
other, and he might then, perhaps, be prevailed on to assist in the
horrible act, which would release him from the only barrier, that
with-held him from making her his wife.

The innocent Marchioness, meanwhile, observed, with extreme grief,
the alteration in her husband's manners. He became reserved and
thoughtful in her presence; his conduct was austere, and sometimes
even rude; and he left her, for many hours together, to weep for his
unkindness, and to form plans for the recovery of his affection. His
conduct afflicted her the more, because, in obedience to the command
of her father, she had accepted his hand, though her affections were
engaged to another, whose amiable disposition, she had reason to
believe, would have ensured her happiness. This circumstance
Laurentini had discovered, soon after her arrival in France, and had
made ample use of it in assisting her designs upon the Marquis, to
whom she adduced such seeming proof of his wife's infidelity, that,
in the frantic rage of wounded honour, he consented to destroy his
wife. A slow poison was administered, and she fell a victim to the
jealousy and subtlety of Laurentini and to the guilty weakness of her

But the moment of Laurentini's triumph, the moment, to which she had
looked forward for the completion of all her wishes, proved only the
commencement of a suffering, that never left her to her dying hour.

The passion of revenge, which had in part stimulated her to the
commission of this atrocious deed, died, even at the moment when it
was gratified, and left her to the horrors of unavailing pity and
remorse, which would probably have empoisoned all the years she had
promised herself with the Marquis de Villeroi, had her expectations
of an alliance with him been realized. But he, too, had found the
moment of his revenge to be that of remorse, as to himself, and
detestation, as to the partner of his crime; the feeling, which he
had mistaken for conviction, was no more; and he stood astonished,
and aghast, that no proof remained of his wife's infidelity, now that
she had suffered the punishment of guilt. Even when he was informed,
that she was dying, he had felt suddenly and unaccountably reassured
of her innocence, nor was the solemn assurance she made him in her
last hour, capable of affording him a stronger conviction of her
blameless conduct.

In the first horrors of remorse and despair, he felt inclined to
deliver up himself and the woman, who had plunged him into this abyss
of guilt, into the hands of justice; but, when the paroxysm of his
suffering was over, his intention changed. Laurentini, however, he
saw only once afterwards, and that was, to curse her as the
instigator of his crime, and to say, that he spared her life only on
condition, that she passed the rest of her days in prayer and
penance. Overwhelmed with disappointment, on receiving contempt and
abhorrence from the man, for whose sake she had not scrupled to stain
her conscience with human blood, and, touched with horror of the
unavailing crime she had committed, she renounced the world, and
retired to the monastery of St. Claire, a dreadful victim to
unresisted passion.

The Marquis, immediately after the death of his wife, quitted
Chateau-le-Blanc, to which he never returned, and endeavoured to lose
the sense of his crime amidst the tumult of war, or the dissipations
of a capital; but his efforts were vain; a deep dejection hung over
him ever after, for which his most intimate friend could not account,
and he, at length, died, with a degree of horror nearly equal to
that, which Laurentini had suffered. The physician, who had observed
the singular appearance of the unfortunate Marchioness, after death,
had been bribed to silence; and, as the surmises of a few of the
servants had proceeded no further than a whisper, the affair had
never been investigated. Whether this whisper ever reached the
father of the Marchioness, and, if it did, whether the difficulty of
obtaining proof deterred him from prosecuting the Marquis de
Villeroi, is uncertain; but her death was deeply lamented by some
part of her family, and particularly by her brother, M. St. Aubert;
for that was the degree of relationship, which had existed between
Emily's father and the Marchioness; and there is no doubt, that he
suspected the manner of her death. Many letters passed between the
Marquis and him, soon after the decease of his beloved sister, the
subject of which was not known, but there is reason to believe, that
they related to the cause of her death; and these were the papers,

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