The Mysteries of Udolpho HTML version
Is all the council that we two have shared,
the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hasty-footed time
For parting us--Oh! and is all forgot?
And will you rend our ancient love asunder?
MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM
In the evening, when Emily was at length informed, that Count De Villefort requested to
see her, she guessed that Valancourt was below, and, endeavouring to assume composure
and to recollect all her spirits, she rose and left the apartment; but on reaching the door of
the library, where she imagined him to be, her emotion returned with such energy, that,
fearing to trust herself in the room, she returned into the hall, where she continued for a
considerable time, unable to command her agitated spirits.
When she could recall them, she found in the library Valancourt, seated with the Count,
who both rose on her entrance; but she did not dare to look at Valancourt, and the Count,
having led her to a chair, immediately withdrew.
Emily remained with her eyes fixed on the floor, under such oppression of heart, that she
could not speak, and with difficulty breathed; while Valancourt threw himself into a chair
beside her, and, sighing heavily, continued silent, when, had she raised her eyes, she
would have perceived the violent emotions, with which he was agitated.
At length, in a tremulous voice, he said, 'I have solicited to see you this evening, that I
might, at least, be spared the further torture of suspense, which your altered manner had
occasioned me, and which the hints I have just received from the Count have in part
explained. I perceive I have enemies, Emily, who envied me my late happiness, and who
have been busy in searching out the means to destroy it: I perceive, too, that time and
absence have weakened the affection you once felt for me, and that you can now easily
be taught to forget me.'
His last words faltered, and Emily, less able to speak than before, continued silent.
'O what a meeting is this!' exclaimed Valancourt, starting from his seat, and pacing the
room with hurried steps, 'what a meeting is this, after our long--long separation!' Again
he sat down, and, after the struggle of a moment, he added in a firm but despairing tone,
'This is too much--I cannot bear it! Emily, will you not speak to me?'
He covered his face with his hand, as if to conceal his emotion, and took Emily's, which
she did not withdraw. Her tears could no longer be restrained; and, when he raised his