What furniture there was, seemed to be almost as old as the rooms, and retained an appearance of grandeur, though covered with dust, and dropping to pieces with the damps, and with age.
'How cold these rooms are, ma'amselle!' said Annette: 'nobody has lived in them for many, many years, they say.

Do let us go.' 'They may open upon the great stair-case, perhaps,' said Emily, passing on till she came to a chamber, hung with pictures, and took the light to examine that of a soldier on horseback in a field of battle .-- He was darting his spear upon a man, who lay under the feet of the horse, and who held up one hand in a supplicating attitude.

The soldier, whose beaver was up, regarded him with a look of vengeance, and the countenance, with that expression, struck Emily as resembling Montoni.
She shuddered, and turned from it.

Passing the light hastily over several other pictures, she came to one concealed by a veil of black silk.

The singularity of the circumstance struck her, and she stopped before it, wishing to remove the veil, and examine what could thus carefully be concealed, but somewhat wanting courage.