Emily once more hurried for shelter to her own apartment.

Thither she was still pursued by images of horror.

She re-considered Montoni's manner and words, when he had spoken of his wife, and they served only to confirm her most terrible suspicions.

Tears refused any longer to relieve her distress, and she had sat for a considerable time absorbed in thought, when a knocking at the chamber door aroused her, on opening which she found old Carlo.
'Dear young lady,' said he, 'I have been so flurried, I never once thought of you till just now.

I have brought you some fruit and wine, and I am sure you must stand in need of them by this time.' 'Thank you, Carlo,' said Emily, 'this is very good of you Did the Signor remind you of me ?' 'No, Signora,' replied Carlo, 'his excellenza has business enough on his hands.' Emily then renewed her enquiries, concerning Madame Montoni, but Carlo had been employed at the other end of the castle, during the time, that she was removed, and he had heard nothing since, concerning her.
While he spoke, Emily looked steadily at him, for she scarcely knew whether he was really ignorant, or concealed his knowledge of the truth from a fear of offending his master.