The Mysteries of Udolpho

'Ye are to know, Signors, that the Lady Laurentini had for some months

shewn symptoms of a dejected mind, nay, of a disturbed imagination. Her

mood was very unequal; sometimes she was sunk in calm melancholy, and,

at others, as I have been told, she betrayed all the symptoms of

frantic madness. It was one night in the month of October, after she had

recovered from one of those fits of excess, and had sunk again into her

usual melancholy, that she retired alone to her chamber, and forbade all

interruption. It was the chamber at the end of the corridor, Signors,

where we had the affray, last night. From that hour, she was seen no

more.' 'How! seen no more!' said Bertolini, 'was not her body found in the

chamber?' 'Were her remains never found?' cried the rest of the company all

together. 'Never!' replied Montoni.

'What reasons were there to suppose she destroyed herself, then?' said

Bertolini.--'Aye, what reasons?' said Verezzi.--'How happened it, that

her remains were never found? Although she killed herself, she could

not bury herself.' Montoni looked indignantly at Verezzi, who began to

apologize. 'Your pardon, Signor,' said he: 'I did not consider, that the

lady was your relative, when I spoke of her so lightly.'

Montoni accepted the apology. 'But the Signor will oblige us with the reasons, which urged him to

believe, that the lady committed suicide.' 'Those I will explain hereafter,' said Montoni: 'at present let me

relate a most extraordinary circumstance. This conversation goes no

further, Signors. Listen, then, to what I am going to say.' 'Listen!' said a voice. They were all again silent, and the countenance of Montoni changed.

'This is no illusion of the fancy,' said Cavigni, at length breaking the

profound silence.--'No,' said Bertolini; 'I heard it myself, now. Yet

here is no person in the room but ourselves!' 'This is very extraordinary,' said Montoni, suddenly rising. 'This is

not to be borne; here is some deception, some trick. I will know what it

means.' All the company rose from their chairs in confusion. 'It is very odd!' said Bertolini. 'Here is really no stranger in the

room. If it is a trick, Signor, you will do well to punish the author of

it severely.' 'A trick! what else can it be?' said Cavigni, affecting a laugh.

The servants were now summoned, and the chamber was searched, but

no person was found. The surprise and consternation of the company

increased. Montoni was discomposed. 'We will leave this room,' said he,

'and the subject of our conversation also; it is too solemn.' His guests

were equally ready to quit the apartment; but the subject had roused

their curiosity, and they entreated Montoni to withdraw to another

chamber, and finish it; no entreaties could, however, prevail with

him. Notwithstanding his efforts to appear at ease, he was visibly and

greatly disordered. 'Why, Signor, you are not superstitious,' cried Verezzi, jeeringly;

'you, who have so often laughed at the credulity of others!'