'Go, good Carlo; if we should want your assistance, I will send for you.

In the mean time, if you have an opportunity, speak kindly of your mistress to your master.' 'Alas!' said Carlo, 'I have seen too much! I have little influence with the Signor.

But do, dear young lady, take some care of yourself; that is an ugly wound, and you look sadly.' 'Thank you, my friend, for your consideration,' said Emily, smiling kindly: 'the wound is trifling, it came by a fall.' Carlo shook his head, and left the room; and Emily, with Annette, continued to watch by her aunt.

'Did my lady tell the Signor what Ludovico said, ma'amselle ?' asked Annette in a whisper; but Emily quieted her fears on the subject.
'I thought what this quarrelling would come to,' continued Annette: 'I suppose the Signor has been beating my lady.' 'No, no, Annette, you are totally mistaken, nothing extra-ordinary has happened.' 'Why, extraordinary things happen here so often, ma'amselle, that there is nothing in them.

Here is another legion of those ill-looking fellows, come to the castle, this morning.' 'Hush! Annette, you will disturb my aunt; we will talk of that by and bye.' They continued watching silently, till Madame Montoni uttered a low sigh, when Emily took her hand, and spoke soothingly to her; but the former gazed with unconscious eyes, and it was long before she knew her niece.