Old Carlo just now told me it was her, and I thought you would be curious to see it.

As to my lady, you know, ma'amselle, one cannot talk about such things to her.'-- 'And so,' said Emily smilingly, 'as you must talk of them to somebody--' 'Why, yes, ma'amselle; what can one do in such a place as this, if one must not talk?
If I was in a dungeon, if they would let me talk--it would be some comfort; nay, I would talk, if it was only to the walls.
But come, ma'amselle, we lose time--let me shew you to the picture.' 'Is it veiled ?' said Emily, pausing.
'Dear ma'amselle!' said Annette, fixing her eyes on Emily's face, 'what makes you look so pale ?--are you ill ?' 'No, Annette, I am well enough, but I have no desire to see this picture; return into the hall.' 'What! ma'am, not to see the lady of this castle ?' said the girl--'the lady, who disappeared to strangely?
Well! now, I would have run to the furthest mountain we can see, yonder, to have got a sight of such a picture; and, to speak my mind, that strange story is all, that makes me care about this old castle, though it makes me thrill all over, as it were, whenever I think of it.' 'Yes, Annette, you love the wonderful; but do you know, that, unless you guard against this inclination, it will lead you into all the misery of superstition ?' Annette might have smiled in her turn, at this sage observation of Emily, who could tremble with ideal terrors, as much as herself, and listen almost as eagerly to the recital of a mysterious story.

Annette urged her request.
'Are you sure it is a picture ?' said Emily, 'Have you seen it ?--Is it veiled ?' 'Holy Maria! ma'amselle, yes, no, yes.

I am sure it is a picture--I have seen it, and it is not veiled!' The tone and look of surprise, with which this was uttered, recalled Emily's prudence; who concealed her emotion under a smile, and bade Annette lead her to the picture.

It was in an obscure chamber, adjoining that part of the castle, allotted to the servants.