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The Mysteries of Udolpho

Chapter II.2
TITANIA. If you will patiently dance in our round,
And see our moon-light revels, go with us.
Early on the following morning, the travellers set out for Turin. The luxuriant plain, that
extends from the feet of the Alps to that magnificent city, was not then, as now, shaded
by an avenue of trees nine miles in length; but plantations of olives, mulberry and palms,
festooned with vines, mingled with the pastoral scenery, through with the rapid Po, after
its descent from the mountains, wandered to meet the humble Doria at Turin. As they
advanced towards this city, the Alps, seen at some distance, began to appear in all their
awful sublimity; chain rising over chain in long succession, their higher points darkened
by the hovering clouds, sometimes hid, and at others seen shooting up far above them;
while their lower steeps, broken into fantastic forms, were touched with blue and purplish
tints, which, as they changed in light and shade, seemed to open new scenes to the eye.
To the east stretched the plains of Lombardy, with the towers of Turin rising at a
distance; and beyond, the Apennines, bounding the horizon.
The general magnificence of that city, with its vistas of churches and palaces, branching
from the grand square, each opening to a landscape of the distant Alps or Apennines, was
not only such as Emily had never seen in France, but such as she had never imagined.
Montoni, who had been often at Turin, and cared little about views of any kind, did not
comply with his wife's request, that they might survey some of the palaces; but staying
only till the necessary refreshments could be obtained, they set forward for Venice with
all possible rapidity. Montoni's manner, during this journey, was grave, and even
haughty; and towards Madame Montoni he was more especially reserved; but it was not
the reserve of respect so much as of pride and discontent. Of Emily he took little notice.
With Cavigni his conversations were commonly on political or military topics, such as
the convulsed state of their country rendered at this time particularly interesting, Emily
observed, that, at the mention of any daring exploit, Montoni's eyes lost their sullenness,
and seemed instantaneously to gleam with fire; yet they still retained somewhat of a
lurking cunning, and she sometimes thought that their fire partook more of the glare of
malice than the brightness of valour, though the latter would well have harmonized with
the high chivalric air of his figure, in which Cavigni, with all his gay and gallant
manners, was his inferior.
On entering the Milanese, the gentlemen exchanged their French hats for the Italian cap
of scarlet cloth, embroidered; and Emily was somewhat surprised to observe, that
Montoni added to his the military plume, while Cavigni retained only the feather: which
was usually worn with such caps: but she at length concluded, that Montoni assumed this