They say, too, there is an old chapel adjoining the west side of the castle, where, any time at midnight, you may hear such groans!--it makes one shudder to think of them!--and strange sights have been seen there--' 'Pr'ythee, Annette, no more of these silly tales,' said Emily.
'Silly tales, ma'amselle! O, but I will tell you one story about this, if you please, that Caterina told me.

It was one cold winter's night that Caterina (she often came to the castle then, she says, to keep old Carlo and his wife company, and so he recommended her afterwards to the Signor, and she has lived here ever since) Caterina was sitting with them in the little hall, says Carlo, "I wish we had some of those figs to roast, that lie in the store-closet, but it is a long way off, and I am loath to fetch them; do, Caterina," says he, "for you are young and nimble, do bring us some, the fire is in nice trim for roasting them; they lie," says he, "in such a corner of the store-room, at the end of the north-gallery; here, take the lamp," says he, "and mind, as you go up the great stair-case, that the wind, through the roof, does not blow it out." So, with that, Caterina took the lamp--Hush! ma'amselle, I surely heard a noise!' Emily, whom Annette had now infected with her own terrors, listened attentively; but every thing was still, and Annette proceeded: 'Caterina went to the north-gallery, that is the wide gallery we passed, ma'am, before we came to the corridor, here.

As she went with the lamp in her hand, thinking of nothing at all--There, again!' cried Annette suddenly--'I heard it again!--it was not fancy, ma'amselle!' 'Hush!' said Emily, trembling.

They listened, and, continuing to sit quite still, Emily heard a low knocking against the wall.

It came repeatedly.