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The Mysteries of Udolpho

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While her mind was thus suffering and in a state little short of

distraction, she was informed that Morano asked permission to see

her, and the servant had scarcely departed with an excuse, before she

repented that she had sent one. In the next moment, reverting to

her former design, and determining to try, whether expostulation and

entreaty would not succeed, where a refusal and a just disdain had

failed, she recalled the servant, and, sending a different message,

prepared to go down to the Count.

The dignity and assumed composure with which she met him, and the

kind of pensive resignation, that softened her countenance, were

circumstances not likely to induce him to relinquish her, serving,

as they did, to heighten a passion, which had already intoxicated his

judgment.

He listened to all she said with an appearance of complacency

and of a wish to oblige her; but his resolution remained invariably the

same, and he endeavoured to win her admiration by every insinuating art

he so well knew how to practise. Being, at length, assured, that she

had nothing to hope from his justice, she repeated, in a solemn and

impressive manner, her absolute rejection of his suit, and quitted him

with an assurance, that her refusal would be effectually maintained

against every circumstance, that could be imagined for subduing it. A

just pride had restrained her tears in his presence, but now they flowed

from the fulness of her heart. She often called upon the name of her

late father, and often dwelt with unutterable anguish on the idea of

Valancourt.

She did not go down to supper, but remained alone in her apartment,

sometimes yielding to the influence of grief and terror, and, at others,

endeavouring to fortify her mind against them, and to prepare herself

to meet, with composed courage, the scene of the following morning, when

all the stratagem of Morano and the violence of Montoni would be united

against her.

The evening was far advanced, when Madame Montoni came to her chamber

with some bridal ornaments, which the Count had sent to Emily. She

had, this day, purposely avoided her niece; perhaps, because her usual

insensibility failed her, and she feared to trust herself with a view of

Emily's distress; or possibly, though her conscience was seldom audible,

it now reproached her with her conduct to her brother's orphan child,

whose happiness had been entrusted to her care by a dying father.

Emily could not look at these presents, and made a last, though almost

hopeless, effort to interest the compassion of Madame Montoni, who, if

she did feel any degree of pity, or remorse, successfully concealed it,

and reproached her niece with folly in being miserable, concerning a

marriage, which ought only to make her happy. 'I am sure,' said she, 'if

I was unmarried, and the Count had proposed to me, I should have been

flattered by the distinction: and if I should have been so, I am sure,

niece, you, who have no fortune, ought to feel yourself highly honoured,

and shew a proper gratitude and humility towards the Count, for his

condescension. I am often surprised, I must own, to observe how humbly

he deports himself to you, notwithstanding the haughty airs you give

yourself; I wonder he has patience to humour you so: if I was he,

I know, I should often be ready to reprehend you, and make you know

yourself a little better. I would not have flattered you, I can tell

you, for it is this absurd flattery that makes you fancy yourself of

so much consequence, that you think nobody can deserve you, and I often

tell the Count so, for I have no patience to hear him pay you such

extravagant compliments, which you believe every word of!' '

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