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.
SHAKESPEARE
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 this was opened, that I fear it will not move.' Emily was more successful, and they presently entered a spacious and ancient chamber.
'Alas!' exclaimed Dorothee, as she entered, 'the last time I passed through this door--I followed my poor lady's corpse!'
Emily, struck with the circumstance, and affected by the dusky and solemn air of the apartment, remained silent, and they passed on through a long suite of rooms, till they came to one more spacious than the rest, and rich in the remains of faded magnificence.
'Let us rest here awhile, madam,' said Dorothee faintly, 'we are going into the chamber, where my lady died! that door opens into it.
Ah, ma'amselle! why did you persuade me to come?'
Emily drew one of the massy arm-chairs, with which the apartment was furnished, and begged Dorothee would sit down, and try to compose her spirits.
'How the sight of this place brings all that passed formerly to my mind!' said Dorothee; 'it seems as if it was but yesterday since all that sad affair happened!'
'Hark! what noise is that?' said Emily.
Dorothee, half starting from her chair, looked round the apartment, and they listened--but, every thing remaining still, the old woman spoke again upon the subject of her sorrow.'This saloon, ma'amselle, was in my lady's time the finest apartment in the chateau, and it was fitted up according to her own taste.All this grand furniture, but you can now hardly see what it is for the dust, and our light is none of the best--ah! how I have seen this room lighted up in my lady's time!--all this grand furniture came from Paris, and was made after the fashion of some in the Louvre there, except those large glasses, and they came from some outlandish place, and that rich tapestry.How the colours are faded already!--since Isaw it last!'
'I understood, that was twenty years ago,' observed Emily.
'Thereabout, madam,' said Dorothee, 'and well remembered, but all the time between then and now seems as nothing.That tapestry used to be greatly admired at, it tells the stories out of some famous book, or other, but I have forgot the name.'
Emily now rose to examine the figures it exhibited, and discovered, by verses in the Provencal tongue, wrought underneath each scene, that it exhibited stories from some of the most celebrated ancient romances.
