To several questions, concerning the contentions of yesterday, he gave very limited answers; but told, that the disputes were now amicably settled, and that the Signor believed himself to have been mistaken in his suspicions of his guests.
'The fighting was about that, Signora,' said Carlo; 'but I trust I shall never see such another day in this castle, though strange things are about to be done.' On her enquiring his meaning, 'Ah, Signora!' added he, 'it is not for me to betray secrets, or tell all I think, but time will tell.' She then desired him to release Annette, and, having described the chamber in which the poor girl was confined, he promised to obey her immediately, and was departing, when she remembered to ask who were the persons just arrived.

Her late conjecture was right; it was Verezzi, with his party.
Her spirits were somewhat soothed by this short conversation with Carlo; for, in her present circumstances, it afforded some comfort to hear the accents of compassion, and to meet the look of sympathy.
An hour passed before Annette appeared, who then came weeping and sobbing.

'O Ludovico--Ludovico!' cried she.
'My poor Annette!' said Emily, and made her sit down.
'Who could have foreseen this, ma'amselle?
O miserable, wretched, day--that ever I should live to see it!' and she continued to moan and lament, till Emily thought it necessary to check her excess of grief.
'We are continually losing dear friends by death,' said she, with a sigh, that came from her heart.

'We must submit to the will of Heaven--our tears, alas! cannot recall the dead!' Annette took the handkerchief from her face.
'You will meet Ludovico in a better world, I hope,' added Emily.
'Yes--yes,--ma'amselle,' sobbed Annette, 'but I hope I shall meet him again in this--though he is so wounded!' 'Wounded!' exclaimed Emily, 'does he live ?' 'Yes, ma'am, but--but he has a terrible wound, and could not come to let me out.

They thought him dead, at first, and he has not been rightly himself, till within this hour.' 'Well, Annette, I rejoice to hear he lives.' 'Lives! Holy Saints! why he will not die, surely!' Emily said she hoped not, but this expression of hope Annette thought implied fear, and her own increased in proportion, as Emily endeavoured to encourage her.