In the next moment, Annette appeared.
'Ah! ma'amselle,' said she, 'here is the Signor Cavigni arrived! I am sure I rejoiced to see a christian person in this place; and then he is so good natured too, he always takes so much notice of me!--And here is also Signor Verezzi, and who do you think besides, ma'amselle ?' 'I cannot guess, Annette; tell me quickly.' 'Nay, ma'am, do guess once.' 'Well, then,' said Emily, with assumed composure, 'it is--Count Morano, I suppose.' 'Holy Virgin!' cried Annette, 'are you ill, ma'amselle?
you are going to faint! let me get some water.' Emily sunk into a chair.

'Stay, Annette,' said she, feebly, 'do not leave me--I shall soon be better; open the casement .-- The Count, you say--he is come, then ?' 'Who, I!--the Count! No, ma'amselle, I did not say so.' 'He is NOT come then ?' said Emily eagerly.

'No, ma'amselle.' 'You are sure of it ?' 'Lord bless me!' said Annette, 'you recover very suddenly, ma'am! why, I thought you was dying, just now.' 'But the Count--you are sure, is not come ?' 'O yes, quite sure of that, ma'amselle.

Why, I was looking out through the grate in the north turret, when the carriages drove into the court-yard, and I never expected to see such a goodly sight in this dismal old castle! but here are masters and servants, too, enough to make the place ring again.

O! I was ready to leap through the rusty old bars for joy!--O! who would ever have thought of seeing a christian face in this huge dreary house?
I could have kissed the very horses that brought them.' 'Well, Annette, well, I am better now.' 'Yes, ma'amselle, I see you are.