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Chapter IV.4
Now it is the time of night,
That, the graves all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his spite,
In the church-way path to glide.
On the next night, about the same hour as before, Dorothee came to Emily's chamber,
with the keys of that suite of rooms, which had been particularly appropriated to the late
Marchioness. These extended along the north side of the chateau, forming part of the old
building; and, as Emily's room was in the south, they had to pass over a great extent of
the castle, and by the chambers of several of the family, whose observations Dorothee
was anxious to avoid, since it might excite enquiry, and raise reports, such as would
displease the Count. She, therefore, requested, that Emily would wait half an hour, before
they ventured forth, that they might be certain all the servants were gone to bed. It was
nearly one, before the chateau was perfectly still, or Dorothee thought it prudent to leave
the chamber. In this interval, her spirits seemed to be greatly affected by the
remembrance of past events, and by the prospect of entering again upon places, where
these had occurred, and in which she had not been for so many years. Emily too was
affected, but her feelings had more of solemnity, and less of fear. From the silence, into
which reflection and expectation had thrown them, they, at length, roused themselves,
and left the chamber. Dorothee, at first, carried the lamp, but her hand trembled so much
with infirmity and alarm, that Emily took it from her, and offered her arm, to support her
feeble steps.
They had to descend the great stair-case, and, after passing over a wide extent of the
chateau, to ascend another, which led to the suite of rooms they were in quest of. They
stepped cautiously along the open corridor, that ran round the great hall, and into which
the chambers of the Count, Countess, and the Lady Blanche, opened, and, from thence,
descending the chief stair-case, they crossed the hall itself. Proceeding through the
servants hall, where the dying embers of a wood fire still glimmered on the hearth, and
the supper table was surrounded by chairs, that obstructed their passage, they came to the
foot of the back stair-case. Old Dorothee here paused, and looked around; 'Let us listen,'
said she, 'if any thing is stirring; Ma'amselle, do you hear any voice?' 'None,' said Emily,
'there certainly is no person up in the chateau, besides ourselves.'--'No, ma'amselle,' said
Dorothee, 'but I have never been here at this hour before, and, after what I know, my
fears are not wonderful.'--'What do you know?' said Emily.--'O, ma'amselle, we have no
time for talking now; let us go on. That door on the left is the one we must open.'
They proceeded, and, having reached the top of the stair-case, Dorothee applied the key
to the lock. 'Ah,' said she, as she endeavoured to turn it, 'so many years have passed since