Can you stand such a ceremony as this?
Will not your mind misgive you when you find yourself in this gloomy chamber--too lofty and extensive for you, with only the feeble rays of a single lamp to take in its size--its walls hung with tapestry exhibiting figures as large as life, and the bed, of dark green stuff or purple velvet, presenting even a funereal appearance?
Will not your heart sink within you ?" "Oh! But this will not happen to me, I am sure." "How fearfully will you examine the furniture of your apartment! And what will you discern?
Not tables, toilettes, wardrobes, or drawers, but on one side perhaps the remains of a broken lute, on the other a ponderous chest which no efforts can open, and over the fireplace the portrait of some handsome warrior, whose features will so incomprehensibly strike you, that you will not be able to withdraw your eyes from it.

Dorothy, meanwhile, no less struck by your appearance, gazes on you in great agitation, and drops a few unintelligible hints.
To raise your spirits, moreover, she gives you reason to suppose that the part of the abbey you inhabit is undoubtedly haunted, and informs you that you will not have a single domestic within call.

With this parting cordial she curtsies off--you listen to the sound of her receding footsteps as long as the last echo can reach you--and when, with fainting spirits, you attempt to fasten your door, you discover, with increased alarm, that it has no lock." "Oh! Mr.Tilney, how frightful! This is just like a book! But it cannot really happen to me.

I am sure your housekeeper is not really Dorothy.
Well, what then ?" "Nothing further to alarm perhaps may occur the first night.

After surmounting your unconquerable horror of the bed, you will retire to rest, and get a few hours' unquiet slumber.