The Mysteries of Udolpho
might we but hear
The folded flocks penn'd in their watled cotes,
Or sound of pastoral reed with oaten stops,
Or whistle from the lodge, or village cock
Count the night watches to his feathery dames,
'Twould be some solace yet, some little cheering
In this close dungeon of innumerous boughs.
In the morning, Emily was relieved from her fears for Annette, who came at an early
'Here were fine doings in the castle, last night, ma'amselle,' said she, as soon as she
entered the room,--'fine doings, indeed! Was you not frightened, ma'amselle, at not
'I was alarmed both on your account and on my own,' replied Emily-- 'What detained
'Aye, I said so, I told him so; but it would not do. It was not my fault, indeed, ma'amselle,
for I could not get out. That rogue Ludovico locked me up again.'
'Locked you up!' said Emily, with displeasure, 'Why do you permit Ludovico to lock you
'Holy Saints!' exclaimed Annette, 'how can I help it! If he will lock the door, ma'amselle,
and take away the key, how am I to get out, unless I jump through the window? But that I
should not mind so much, if the casements here were not all so high; one can hardly
scramble up to them on the inside, and one should break one's neck, I suppose, going
down on the outside. But you know, I dare say, ma'am, what a hurly-burly the castle was
in, last night; you must have heard some of the uproar.'
'What, were they disputing, then?' said Emily.
'No, ma'amselle, nor fighting, but almost as good, for I believe there was not one of the
Signors sober; and what is more, not one of those fine ladies sober, either. I thought,
when I saw them first, that all those fine silks and fine veils,--why, ma'amselle, their veils
were worked with silver! and fine trimmings--boded no good--I guessed what they were!'
'Good God!' exclaimed Emily, 'what will become of me!'