'Do they dine with the Signor, then ?' said Emily.
'No, ma'amselle, they dined long ago, in an apartment at the north end of the castle, but I know not when they are to go, for the Signor told old Carlo to see them provided with every thing necessary.

They have been walking all about the castle, and asking questions of the workmen on the ramparts.

I never saw such strange-looking men in my life; I am frightened whenever I see them.' Emily enquired, if she had heard of Count Morano, and whether he was likely to recover: but Annette only knew, that he was lodged in a cottage in the wood below, and that every body said he must die.

Emily's countenance discovered her emotion.
'Dear ma'amselle,' said Annette, 'to see how young ladies will disguise themselves, when they are in love! I thought you hated the Count, or I am sure I would not have told you; and I am sure you have cause enough to hate him.' 'I hope I hate nobody,' replied Emily, trying to smile; 'but certainly I do not love Count Morano.

I should be shocked to hear of any person dying by violent means.' 'Yes, ma'amselle, but it is his own fault.' Emily looked displeased; and Annette, mistaking the cause of her displeasure, immediately began to excuse the Count, in her way.