Voices were now heard, and Emily even thought she distinguished those of Count Morano, and Montoni.

Soon after, she heard steps approaching, and then a ray of light streamed through the darkness, and Annette appeared, whom Emily went to meet.
'Yes, ma'amselle,' said she, 'you was right, it is the Count sure enough.' 'It is he!' exclaimed Emily, lifting her eyes towards heaven and supporting herself by Annette's arm.
'Good Lord! my dear lady, don't be in such a FLUSTER, and look so pale, we shall soon hear more.' 'We shall, indeed!' said Emily, moving as fast as she was able towards her apartment.

'I am not well; give me air.' Annette opened a casement, and brought water.

The faintness soon left Emily, but she desired Annette would not go till she heard from Montoni.
'Dear ma'amselle! he surely will not disturb you at this time of night; why he must think you are asleep.' 'Stay with me till I am so, then,' said Emily, who felt temporary relief from this suggestion, which appeared probable enough, though her fears had prevented its occurring to her.

Annette, with secret reluctance, consented to stay, and Emily was now composed enough to ask her some questions; among others, whether she had seen the Count.
'Yes, ma'am, I saw him alight, for I went from hence to the grate in the north turret, that overlooks the inner court-yard, you know.