midnight
Madame Montoni laid the Count 's presents upon the table , on which Emily was leaning , and then , desiring she would be ready early in the morning , bade her good-night . `` Good-night , madam , '' said Emily , with a deep sigh , as the door closed upon her aunt , and she was left once more to her own sad reflections . For some time she sat so lost in thought , as to be wholly unconscious where she was ; at length , raising her head , and looking round the room , its gloom and profound stillness awed her . She fixed her eyes on the door , through which her aunt had disappeared , and listened anxiously for some sound , that might relieve the deep dejection of her spirits ; but it was past midnight , and all the family except the servant , who sat up for Montoni , had retired to bed . Her mind , long harassed by distress , now yielded to imaginary terrors ; she trembled to look into the obscurity of her spacious chamber , and feared she knew not what ; a state of mind , which continued so long , that she would have called up Annette , her aunt 's woman , had her fears permitted her to rise from her chair , and to cross the apartment . These melancholy illusions at length began to disperse , and she retired to her bed , not to sleep , for that was scarcely possible , but to try , at least , to quiet her disturbed fancy , and to collect strength of spirits sufficient to bear her through the scene of the approaching morning . Dark power !