This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information and to find out how you can volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. The Mysteries of Udolfo by Anne Randcliffe. Volume 2, Chapter 6, Part 1 of 3. I think it is the weakness of mine eyes that shapes this monstrous operation. It comes upon me, Julius Caesar. Daylight dispelled from Emily's mind the glooms of superstition, but not those of apprehension. The Count Morano was the first image that occurred to her waking thoughts, and then came a train of anticipated evils which she could neither conquer nor avoid. She rose, and to relieve her mind from the busy ideas that tormented it, compelled herself to notice external objects. From her casement she looked out upon the wild grandeur of the scene, closed nearly on all sides by alpine steeps whose tops, peering over each other, faded from the eye in misty hues, while the premonteries below were dark with woods that swept down to their base and stretched along the narrow valleys. The rich pomp of these woods was particularly delightful to Emily, as she viewed with astonishment the fortifications of the castle spreading along a vast extent of rock, and now partly in decay, the grandeur of the ramparts below, and the towers and battlements, and various features of the fabric above. From these her sight wandered over the cliffs and woods into the valley, along which formed a broad and rapid stream, seen falling among the crags of an opposite mountain, now flashing in the sunbeams, and now shadowed by overarching pines, till it was entirely concealed by the thick foliage. Again it burst from beneath this darkness in one broad sheet of foam, and fell thundering into the bale. Nearer towards the west, opened the mountain vista, which Emily had viewed with such sublime emotion on her approach to the castle. A thin dusky vapor that rose from the valley overspread its features with a sweet obscurity. As this ascended and caught the sunbeams, it kindled into a crimson tint, and touched with exquisite beauty the woods and cliffs over which it passed to the summit of the mountains. Then, as the veil drew up, it was delightful to watch the gleaming objects that progressively disclose themselves in the valley. The green turf, dark woods, little rocky recesses, a few peasant's huts, the foaming stream, the herd of cattle, and various images of pastoral beauty. Then the pine forest brightened, and then the broad breast of the mountains, till, at length, the mist settled round their summit, touching them with a ruddy glow. The features of the vista now appeared distinctly, and the broad deep shadows that fell from the lower cliffs gave strong effect to the streaming spillender above, while the mountains, gradually sinking in the perspective, appeared to shelve into the Adriatic Sea, for such Emily imagined to be the gleam of bluish light that terminated the view. Thus she endeavored to amuse her fancy, and was not unsuccessful. The breezy freshness of the morning, too, revived her. She raised her thoughts in prayer, which she felt always most disposed to do, when viewing the sublimity of nature, and her mind recovered its strength. When she turned to the casement, her eyes glanced upon the door she had so carefully guarded on the preceding night, and she now determined to examine with her at lead. But, on advancing to remove the chairs, she perceived that they were already moved a little away. Her surprise cannot be easily imagined, when, in the next minute, she perceived that the door was fastened. She felt as if she had seen an apparition. The door of the corridor was locked as she had left it, but this door, which could be secured only on the outside, must have been bolted during the night. She became seriously uneasy at the thought of sleeping again in a chamber thus liable to intrusion, so remote, too, as it was from the family, and she determined to mention the circumstance to Madame Montoni and to request a change. After some perplexity, she found her way into the great hall, and to the room which she had left, on the preceding night, where breakfast was spread, and her aunt was alone, for Montoni had been walking over the environs of the castle, examining the condition of its fortifications, and talking for some time with Carlo. Emily observed that her aunt had been weeping, and her heart softened towards her, with an affection that showed itself in her manner, rather than in words, while she carefully avoided the appearance of having noticed that she was unhappy. She seized the opportunity of Montoni's absence to mention the circumstance of the door, and to request that she might be allowed another apartment, and to inquire again concerning the occasion of their sudden journey. On the first subject, her aunt referred her to Montoni, positively refusing to interfere in the affair. On the last, she professed utter ignorance. Emily, then, with a wish of making her aunt more reconciled to her situation, praised the grandeur of the castle and the surrounding scenery, and endeavored to soften every unpleasant circumstance attending it. But though misfortune had somewhat conquered the aspiration of Madame Montoni's temper, and by increasing her cares for herself, had taught her to feel in some degree for others the capricious rule of love, which in nature had planted and habit had nourished in her heart, was not subdued. She could not now deny herself the gratification of tyrannizing over the innocent and helpless Emily, by attempting to ridicule the taste she could not feel. Her satirical discourse was, however, interrupted by the entrance of Montoni, and her continents immediately assumed a mingled expression of fear and resentment, while he seated himself at the breakfast table, as if unconscious of there being any person but himself in the room. Emily, as she observed him in silence, saw that his continents was darker and sterner than usual. Oh, could I know, said she to herself, what passes in that mind? Could I know the thoughts that are known there? I should no longer be condemned to this torturing suspense. The breakfast passed in silence, till Emily ventured to request that another apartment might be allotted to her, and related the circumstance which made her wish it. I have no time to attend to these idle whims, said Montoni. That chamber was prepared for you, and you must rest contented with it. It is not probable that any person would take the trouble of going to that remote staircase for the purpose of fastening a door. If it was not fastened when you entered the chamber, the wind perhaps shook the door and made the bolts slide. But I know not why I should undertake to account for so trifling an occurrence. This explanation was by no means satisfactory to Emily, who had observed that the bolts were rested, and consequently could not be thus easily moved, but she forbore to say so, and repeated her request. If you will not release yourself from the slavery of these fears, said Montoni sternly, at least forbear to torment others by the mention of them. Conquer such whims, and endeavor to strengthen your mind. No existence is more contemptible than that which is embittered by fear. As he said this, his eye glanced upon Madame Montoni, who colored highly was still silent. Emily, wounded and disappointed, thought her fears were, in this instance, too reasonable to deserve ridicule. But perceiving that, however, they might oppress her, she must endure them, she tried to withdraw her attention from the subject. Carlo, soon after, entered with some fruit. Your excellence is tired after your long ramble, said he, as he sat the fruit upon the table. But you have more to see after breakfast. There is a place in the vaulted passage leading to Montoni frowned upon him, and weaved his hand for him to leave the room. Carlo stopped, looked down, and then added, as he advanced to the breakfast table, and took up the basket of fruit. I made bold, your Excellency, to bring some cherries here for my honored lady and my young mistress. Will your ladyship taste them, Madame? said Carlo, presenting the basket. They are very fine ones, though I gathered them myself, and from an old tree that catches all the south sun, they are as big as plums, your ladyship. Very well, old Carlo, said Madame Montoni. I am obliged to you, and the young senora, too, she may like some of them, rejoined Carlo, turning with the basket to Emily.  Thank you, Carlo, said Emily, taking some cherries and smiling kindly. Come, come, said Montoni, impatiently. Enough of this, leave the room, but be in waiting. I shall want you presently. Carlo obeyed, and Montoni, soon after, went out to examine further into the state of the castle, while Emily remained with her aunt, patiently enduring her ill humor, and endeavouring with much sweetness to soothe her affliction, instead of resenting its effect. When Madame Montoni retired to her dressing room, Emily endeavored to amuse herself by a view of the castle. Through a folding door she passed from the great hall to the ramparts, which extended along the brow of the precipice, round three sides of the edifice. The fourth was guarded by the high walls of the courts, and by the gateway through which she had passed on the preceding evening. The grandeur of the broad ramparts, and the chaining scenery the overlooked, excited her high admiration, for the extent of the terraces allowed the features that of the country to be seen in such various points of view that they appeared to form new landscapes. She often paused to examine the gothic magnificence of Udolfo, its proud irregularity, its lofty towers and battlements, its high arch casements, and its slender watchtowers perched upon the corners of turrets. Then she would lean on the wall of the terrace and, shuddering, measure with her eye the precipice below till the dark summits of the woods arrested it. Wherever she turned appeared mountaintops, forests of pine and narrow glens, opening among the Apennines and retiring from the site into inaccessible regions. While she thus leaned, Montoni, followed by two men, appeared, ascending a winding path cut in the rock below. He stopped upon a cliff and, pointing to the ramparts, turned to his followers and talked with much eagerness of gesticulation. Emily perceived that one of these men was Carlo. The other was in the dress of a peasant, and he alone seemed to be receiving the directions of Montoni. She withdrew from the walls and pursued her walk till she heard at a distance the sound of carriage wheels and then the loud bell of the portal when it instantly occurred to her that Count Morano was arrived. As she hastily passed the folding doors from the terrace towards her own apartment, several persons entered the hall by an opposite door. She saw them at the extremities of the arcades and immediately retreated, but the agitation of her spirits and the extent and duskiness of the hall had prevented her from distinguishing the persons of the strangers. Her fears, however, had but one object, and they had called up that object to her fancy. She believed that she had seen Count Morano. When she thought that they had passed the hall, she ventured again to the door and proceeded, unobserved to her room, where she remained, agitated with apprehensions, and listening to every distant sound. At length, hearing voices on the rampart, she hastened to her window and observed Montoni, with Sr. Cavigny, walking below, conversing earnestly, and often stopping and turning towards each other, at which time their discourse seemed to be uncommonly interesting. Of the several persons who had appeared in the hall, here was Cavigny alone, but Emily's alarm was soon heightened by the steps of someone in the corridor, who, she apprehended, brought a message from the Count. In the next moment, Annette appeared. Ah, Mamzelle, said she. Here is the Sr. Cavigny arrived. I am sure I rejoice to see a Christian person in this place. And then he is so good-natured, too, he always takes so much notice of me. And here is also Sr. Verezzi. And who do you think, besides Mamzelle? I cannot guess, Annette. Tell me quickly. Nay, Mam, do guess once. Well, then said Emily, with assumed composure. It is Count Morano, I suppose. Holy Virgin, cried Annette. Are you ill, Mamzelle? Are you going to faint? Let me get some water. Emily sunk into a chair. Stay Annette, she said feebly. Do not leave me. I shall soon be better. Open the casement. The Count, you say. He has come, then. Who, I? The Count? No, Mamzelle. I did not say so. He has not come, then? Said Emily eagerly. No, Mamzelle. No, Mamzelle. Are you sure of it? Lord, bless me, said Annette. You recover very suddenly, Mam. Why, I thought you were dying just now. But the Count, are you sure he has not come? Oh, yes. Quite sure of that, Mamzelle. Why, I was looking out through the grate in the north through it, when the carriage drove into the courtyard, and I never expected to see such a goodly sight in this dismal old castle. But here are masters and servants, too, enough to make the place ring again. Oh, I was ready to leap through the rusty old bars for joy. Oh, who would ever have thought of seeing a Christian face in this huge dreary house. I could have kissed the very horses that brought them. Well, Annette, well, I am better now. Yes, Mamzelle, I see you are. Oh, all the servants will lead merry lives here now. We shall have singing and dancing in the little hall. For the Signor cannot hear us there, and draw all stories. Ludovico's come, Mam. Yes, there is Ludovico come with him. You remember Ludovico, Mam? A tall, handsome young man, Signor Cavigny's lackey, who always wears his cloak with such a grace, thrown round his left arm, and his hat set on so smartly. All on one side, and no, said Emily, who was wearied by her locustity. What, Mamzelle? Don't you remember Ludovico? Who rode the Cavalieros gondola, at the last regatta, and won the prize? And who used to sing such sweet verses about Orlando's, and about the black amours, too? And Charlie, Charlie. Mange, yes, that was the name. All under my lattice in the West Portico, On the moonlit nights at Venice. Oh, I have listened to him. I fear to thy peril, my good Annette, Sinemley, For it seems his verses have stolen thy heart. But let me advise you, if it is so, keep the secret. Never let him know it. Oh, Mamzelle, how can one keep such a secret as that? While Annette, I am so much better now, that you may leave me. Oh, but Mamzelle, I forgot to ask, How did you sleep in this dreary old chamber last night? As well as usual. Did you hear no noises? None. Nor see anything? Nothing. Well, that is surprising. Not in the least. And now tell me, why you ask these questions? Oh, Mamzelle, I would not tell you for the world, Nor all I have heard about this chamber either, It would frighten you so. If that is all, you have frightened me already, And may therefore tell me what you know, Without hurting your conscience. Oh, Lord, they say the room is haunted, And has been so these many years.  For I left the door open last night, And found it fastened this morning. Annette turned pale and said not a word. Do you know whether any of the servants Fastened this door in the morning before I rose? No, Mam, that I will be bound they did not. But I don't know. Shall I go and ask, Mamzelle? Said Annette, moving hastily towards the corridor. Stay in it. I have another question to ask. Tell me what you have heard concerning this room, And whether that staircase leads. I will go and ask it all directly, Mam, besides, I am sure my lady wants me. I cannot stay now indeed, Mam. She hurried from the room without waiting Emily's reply, Whose heart, lightened by the certainty, That Marano was not arrived, Allowed her to smile at the superstitious terror Which had seized Annette. For though she sometimes felt its influence herself, She could smile at it, when apparent in other persons. Montoni, having refused Emily another chamber, She determined to bear with patience The evil she could not remove, And in order to make the room as comfortable As possible, unpacked her books, Her sweet delight in happier days, And her soothing resource in the hours of moderate sorrow. But there were hours when even these failed of their effect, When the genius, the taste, the enthusiasm Of the sublimest writers were felt no longer. Her little library being arranged on the high chest, Part of the furniture of the room, She took out her drawing utensils, And was tranquil enough to be pleased With the thought of sketching the sublime scenes, Beheld from her windows. But she suddenly checked this pleasure, Remembering how often she had soothed herself By the intention of obtaining amusement of this kind, And had been prevented by some new circumstance of misfortune. How can I suffer myself to be deluded by hope, said she? And because Count Marano is not yet arrived, Feel a momentary happiness? Alas, what is it to me, Whether he is here today or tomorrow, If he comes at all? And that he will come, it were weakness to doubt. To withdraw her thoughts, however, From the subject of her misfortunes, She attempted to read. But her attention wandered from the page, And at length, she threw aside the book, And determined to explore the adjoining chambers of the castle. Her imagination was pleased with the view of ancient grandeur, And an emotion of melancholy awe awakened all its powers, As she walked through rooms obscure and desolate, Where no footsteps had passed probably for many years, And remembered the strange history of the former possessor of the edifice. This brought to her recollection the veiled picture, Which had attracted her curiosity on the preceding night, And she resolved to examine it. As she passed through the chambers, That led to this, she found herself someone agitated, Its connection with the late Lady of the Castle, And the conversation with Annette, Together with the circumstance of the veil, Throwing a mystery over the subject that excited a faint degree of terror. But a terror of this nature, As it occupies and expands the mind, And elevates it to high expectation, Is purely sublime and leads us, By a kind of fascination, To seek even the object from which we appear to shrink. Emily passed on with faltering steps, And having paused a moment at the door. Before she attempted to open it, She then hastily entered the chamber, And went towards the picture, Which appeared to be enclosed in a frame of uncommon size, That hung in a dark part of the room. She paused again, and then, With a timid hand, lifted the veil, But instantly let it fall, Perceiving that what it had concealed was no picture, And before she could leave the chamber, She dropped senseless on the floor. When she recovered the recollection, The remembrance of what she had seen, Had nearly deprived her of it a second time. She had scarily strength to remove from the room, And regain her own, And, when arrived there, Waited courage to remain alone. Horror occupied her mind, And excluded for a time, All sense of past, And dread of future misfortune. She seated herself near the casement, Because from thence she heard voices, Though distant on the terrace, And might see people pass, And these, trifling as they were, Were reviving circumstances. When her spirits had recovered their tone, She considered whether she should mention What she had seen to Madame Montoni, And various important motives urged her to do so, Among which the least was the hope of the relief, Which an overburdened mind finds in speaking Of the subject of its interest. But she was aware of the terrible consequences, Which such a communication might lead to, And dreading the indiscretion of her aunt, At length endeavour to harm herself with resolution, To observe a profound silence on the subject. Montoni and Farezi were soon after-passed under the casement, Speaking cheerfully, And their voices revived her. Presently the Seniors Bertolini and Cavigni Joined the party on the terrace, And Emily, Supposing that Madame Montoni was then alone, Went to seek her, For the solitude of her chamber, And its proximity to that which she had received so severe a shock, Again affected her spirit. She found her aunt in her dressing room, Preparing for dinner. Emily's pale and a frightened continent's Alarmed even Madame Montoni, But she had sufficient strength of mind To be silent on the subject, That still made her shudder, And which was ready to burst from her lips. In her aunt's apartment she remained, Till they both descended to dinner. There she met the gentleman, Lately arrived, Who had a kind of busy seriousness in their look, Which was somewhat unusual with them, While their thoughts seemed too much occupied By some deep interest, To suffer them to bestow much attention, Either on Emily or Madame Montoni. They spoke little, And Montoni less. Emily, as she now looked on them, Shuddered. The horror of the chamber rushed on her mind. Sometimes the color faded from her cheeks, And she feared that illness should betray her emotions, And compel her to leave the room, But the strength of her resolution Remedyed the weakness of her frame, She obliged herself to converse, And even tried to look cheerful. Montoni evidently labored under some Vaccation, Such as would proudly have agitated a weaker mind, Or a more susceptible heart, But which appeared from the sternness Of his continents, Only to bend up his physique, Or to bend up his facilities to energy and fortitude. It was a comfortless and silent meal. The gloom of the castle seemed to have spread its contagion, Even over the gay continents of Cavigny. And with this gloom was mingled to fierceness, Such as she had seldom seen him indicate. Count Moronno was not named, And what conversation there was Turned chiefly upon the wars, Which at that time agitated the Italian states, The strength of the Venetian armies, And the characters of their generals. After dinner, when the servants had withdrawn, Emily learned that the Cavalier, Who had drawn upon himself the vengeance of Orsino, Had since died of his wounds, And that strict search was still making for his murderer. The intelligence seemed to disturb Montoni, Whom used, and then inquired, Where Orsino had concealed himself, His guests, who all except Cavigny were ignorant, That Montoni had himself assisted him to escape from Venice, Replied that he had fled in the night, With such precipitation and secrecy, That his most intimate companions knew not wither. Montoni blamed himself for having asked the question, For a second thought convinced him, That a man of Orsino's suspicious temper Was not likely to trust any of the persons present, With the knowledge of his asylum. He considered himself, however, As entitled to his utmost confidence, And did not doubt that he should soon hear of him. Emily retired with Madame Montoni, Soon after the cloth was withdrawn, And left the Cavaliers to their secret councils, But not before the significant frowns of Montoni Had warned his wife to depart, Who passed from the halls to the ramparts, And walked for some time in silence, Which Emily did not interrupt, For her mind was also occupied by interests of its own. It required all her resolution To forbear communicating to Madame Montoni The terrible subject, Which still thrilled her every nerve with horror. And sometimes she was on the point of doing so, Merely to obtain the relief of a moment, But she knew how holy she was in the power of Montoni, And considering that the indiscretion of her aunt Might prove fatal to both of them, She compelled herself to endure a present and an inferior evil, Rather than to tempt a future at a heavier one. A strange kind of pre-sentiment Frequently on this day occurred to her. It seemed as if her fate rested here, And was by some invisible means connected with this castle. Let me not accelerate it, she said to herself, For whatever I may be reserved, Let me at least avoid self-reproach. As she looked on the massy walls of the edifice, Her melancholy spirits represented it to be her prison, And she started as at a new suggestion, When she considered how far distant she was from her native country, From her little peaceful home, and from her only friend. How remote was her hope of happiness, How feeble the expectation of again seeing him. Yet the idea of Valancourt and her confidence in his faithful love, Yet hitherto been her only solace, And she struggled hard to retain them. A few tears of agony started to her eyes, Which she turned aside to conceal. While she afterwards leaned on the wall of the rampart, Some peasants, at a little distance, Were seen examining a breach, Before which lay a heap of stones, as if to repair it, And a rusty old cannon that appeared to have fallen from its station above. Madame Montoni stopped to speak to the men, And inquired what they were going to do. To repair their fortifications, your ladyship, said one of them. A labour which she was somewhat surprised that Montoni should think necessary, Particularly since he had never spoken of the castle, As of a place at which he meant to reside for any considerable time, But she passed on towards the lofty arch, That led from the south to the east rampart, And which adjoined the castle on one side, While on the other it supported a small watch tower, That entirely commanded the deep valley below. As she approached this arch, she saw, beyond it, Winding along the woody descent of a distant mountain, A long troop of horse and foot, whom she knew to be soldiers, Only by the glitter of their pikes and other arms, For the distance did not allow her to discover the colour of their liveries. As she gazed, the vanguard issued from the woods into the valley, But the train still continued to pour over the remote summit of the mountain, In endless succession. While in front, the military uniform became distinguishable, And the commanders riding first and seeming by the gestures, To direct the march of those that followed at length approach very near to the castle. Such a spectacle in these solitary regions, Both surprised and alarmed up Madame Montoni. And she hastened towards some peasants, Who were employed in raising bastions before the south rampart, Where the rock was less abrupt than elsewhere.  Madame Montoni, then thinking it necessary to communicate further the object of her alarm, Sent Emily to say that she wished to speak to Montoni, And Erin, her niece, did not approve, For she dreaded his frowns, which she knew this message would provoke, But she obeyed in silence. As she drew near the apartment in which she sat with his guests, She heard them in earnest and loud dispute, And she passed a moment, trembling at the displeasure, Which her sudden interruption would occasion. In the next, their voices sunk altogether. She then ventured to open the door, And while Montoni turned hastily and looked at her, Without speaking, she delivered her message. Tell Madame Montoni I am engaged, said he. End of volume two, chapter six, part one of three. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information and to find out how you can volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. The Mysteries of Udolfo, by Anne Randcliffe Volume two, chapter six, part two of three. Emily then thought it proper to mention the subject of her alarm. Montoni and his companions rose instantly and went to the windows, But these not affording them a view of the troops, They at length proceeded to the ramparts, Where Cavini conjectured it to be a legion of Condottieri On their march towards Modena. One part of the cavalcade now extended along the valley, And another wound among the mountains towards the north, While some troops still lingered on the woody precipices, Where the first had appeared, So that the great length of the procession seemed to include an whole army. While Montoni and his family watched its progress, They heard the sound of trumpets and the clash of cymbals in the veil, And then others answering from the heights. Emily listened with emotion to the shrill blast That woke the echoes of the mountains, And Montoni explained the signals, Which he appeared to be well acquainted, And which meant nothing hostile. The uniforms of the troops, And the kinds of arms they bore, Confirmed to him the conjecture of Cavini, And he had the satisfaction to see them pass by Without even stopping to gaze upon his castle. He did not, however, Leave the rampart till the bases of the mountains Had shut them from his view, And the last murmur of the trumpet Floated away on the wind. Cavini and Vretsi were inspired by this spectacle, Which seemed to have roused all the fire of their temper. Montoni turned into the castle in thoughtful silence. Emily's mind had not yet sufficiently recovered From its late shock to endure the loneliness Of her chamber, And she remained upon the ramparts, For Madame Montoni had not invited her to her dressing room, Whether she had gone evidently in loathed spirits, And Emily, from her late experience, Had lost all wish to explore the gloomy And mysterious recesses of the castle. The ramparts, therefore, Were almost her only retreat, And here she lingered till the gray haze of evening Was again spread over the scene. The Cavaliere subbed by themselves, And Madame Montoni remained in her apartment, With her Emily went, before she retired to her own. She found her aunt weeping, and in much agitation. The tenderness of Emily was naturally so soothing That it seldom failed to give comfort to the drooping heart, But Madame Montoni's was torn, And the softest accents of Emily's voice Were lost upon it. With her usual delicacy, She did not appear to observe her aunt's distress, But it gave an involuntary gentleness to her manners, And an air of solicitude to her countenance, Which Madame Montoni was vexed to perceive, Who seemed to feel the pity of her niece To be an insult to her pride, And dismissed her as soon as she properly could. Emily did not venture to mention again The reluctance she felt to her gloomy chamber, But she requested that Annette might be prevented To remain with her till she retired to rest, And the request was somewhat reluctantly granted. Annette, however, was now with the servants, And Emily with you alone. With light and hasty steps she passed through the long galleries, While the feeble glimmer of the lamp she carried Only showed the gloom around her, And the passing air threatened to extinguish it. The lonely silence that reigned in this part of the castle, Odd her. Now and then, indeed, She heard a faint peel of laughter rise From a remote part of the edifice, Where the servants were assembled, But it was soon lost, And a kind of breathless stillness remained. As she passed the suite of rooms Which she had visited in the morning, Her eyes glanced fearfully on the door, And she almost fancied she heard murmuring sounds within, But she paused not a moment to inquire. Having reached her own apartment, Where no blazing wood on the hearth dissipated the gloom, She sat down with a book to enliven her attention Till a net should come, And a fire could be kindled. She continued to read till her light was nearly expired, But a net did not appear, And the solitude and obscurity of her chamber Again affected her spirits, The more, because of its nearness to the scene of horror That she had witnessed in the morning. Gloomy and fantastic images came to her mind. She looked fearfully toward the door of the staircase, And then, examining whether it was still fastened, Found that it was so. Unable to conquer the uneasiness, She felt at the prospect of sleeping again In this remote and insecure apartment, Which some person seemed to have entered During the preceding night. Her impatience to see an at, Whom she had bidden to inquire concerning this circumstance, Became extremely painful. She wished also to question her as to the object, Which had excited so much horror in her own mind, And which a net on the preceding evening Had appeared to be in part acquainted with, Though her words were very remote from the truth, And it appeared plainly to Emily That the girl was purposely misled by a false report. Above all, she was surprised that the door of the chamber Which contained it should be left unguarded. Such an instance of negligence almost surpassed belief. But her light was now expiring, The faint flashes it threw upon the walls Called up all the terrors of fancy, And she rose to find her way To the habitable part of the castle Before it was quite extinguished. As she opened the chamber door, She heard it remote voices, And soon after saw a light issue Upon the farther end of the corridor, Which a net and another servant approached. I'm glad you are come, said Emily. What has detained you so long? Pray, light me a fire immediately. My lady wanted me, myself, replied a net in some confusion. I will go and get the wood. No, said Catarina. That is my business, and left the room instantly. While a net would have followed, but being called back, She began to talk very loud and laughed, And seemed afraid to trust a pause of silence. Catarina soon returned with the wood, And then, when the cheerful blaze once more Animated the room, And the servant had withdrawn, Emily asked a net, Whether she had made the inquiry she beat her. Yes, Memzell said a net, But not a soul knows anything about the matter. An old Carlo, I watched him well, For they say he knows strange things. Old Carlo looked so as I don't know how to tell, And he asked me again and again, If I was sure the door was ever unfastened. Lord, says I, am I sure I am alive? And as for me, ma'am, I am astounded, as one may say, And would no more sleep in this chamber Than I would on the great cannon at the end of the east rampart. And what objection have you to that cannon? More than to any of the rest, said Emily, smiling. The best would be rather a hard bed. Yes, Memzell, any of them would be hard enough For that matter, but they do say That something has been seen in the dead of night, Standing beside the great cannon as if to guard it. Well, my good Annette, the people who tell such stories Are happy in having you for an auditor, For I perceive you believe them all. Dear Memzell, I will show you the very cannon, You can see it from these windows. Well, said Emily, but that does not prove That an apparition guards it. What? Not if I show you the very cannon? Dear ma'am, you will believe nothing. Nothing perhaps upon this subject, but what I see, Said Emily. Well, ma'am, you shall see it. If you will only step this way to the casement. Emily could not forbear in laughing, and Annette looked surprised. Perceiving her extreme aptitude to credit the marvelous. Emily forbear to mention the subject she had intended, Lest it should overcome her with idle terrors. And she began to speak on a lively topic, the regattas of Venice. I, Memzell, those rowing matches, said Annette. And the fine moonlit nights are all that are worth seeing in Venice. To be sure the moon is brighter than any I ever saw, And then to hear such sweet music too, As Ludovico has often and often sung under the lattice By the West Portico. Memzell, it was Ludovico that told me about the picture, Which you wanted so to look at last night. And what picture, said Emily, wishing Annette to explain herself. Oh, that terrible picture with the black veil over it. You never saw it, then, said Emily? Who I? No, Memzell. I never did, but this morning continued Annette, Loring her voice and looking around the room. This morning, as it was broad daylight, Do you know, ma'am? I took a strange fancy to see it. And as I heard such odd hints about it, And I got so far as the door, And should have opened it, if it had not been locked. Emily, endeavoring to conceal the emotion this circumstance Occasioned, Enquired at what hour she went to the chamber, And found that it was soon after herself had been there. She also asked further questions, And the answers convinced her that Annette, And probably her informer, Were ignorant of the terrible truth, Though in Annette's account something very like the truth, Now and then mingled with the falsehood. Emily now began to fear, That her visit to the chamber had been observed, Since the door had been closed, So immediately after her departure, And dreaded less this should draw upon her the vengeance of Montoni. Her anxiety also was excited to know whence, And for what purpose, The delusive report, The delusive report, Which had been imposed upon Annette, Had originated, Since Montoni could only have wished for silence and secrecy, But she felt that the subject was too terrible for this lonely hour, And she compelled herself to leave it, To converse with Annette, Whose chat, Simple as it was, She preferred to the stillness of total solitude. Thus they sat till near midnight, But not without many hints from Annette, That she wished to go. The embers were now nearly burnt out, And Emily heard at a distance, The thundering sound of the hall doors, As they were shut for the night. She, therefore, prepared for rest, But was still unwilling that Annette should leave her. At this instant, The great bell of the portal sounded. They listened in fearful expectation, When, after a long pause of silence, It sounded again. Soon after, They heard the noise of carriage wheels in the courtyard. Emily sunk, almost lifeless, in her chair. It is the count, said she. What, at this time of night, ma'am? Said Annette. No, my dear lady. But for that matter, It is a strange time of night for anybody to come. Nay, prithee, good Annette, Stay not talking, said Emily in a voice of agony. Go, Prithee, go and see who it is. Annette left the room and carried with her the light, Leaving Emily in darkness. Which a few moments before would have terrified her in this room, But was now scarcely observed by her. She listened and waited in breathless expectation, And heard distant noises, But Annette did not return. Her patience at length exhausted, She tried to find her way to the corridor, But it was long before she could touch the door of the chamber. And when she opened it, The total darkness made her fear to proceed. Voices were now heard, And Emily even thought she distinguished those of Count Morano and Montoni. Soon after, she heard steps approaching, And then a ray of light streamed through the darkness, And Annette appeared, whom Emily went to meet. Yes, ma'ams, Al, said she. You were right. It is the Count, sure enough. It is he, exclaimed Emily, Lifting her eyes towards heaven, And supporting herself by Annette's arm. Good Lord, my dear lady, Don't be in such a fluster and look so pale. We shall soon hear more. We shall indeed, said Emily, Moving as fast as she was able toward her apartment. I am not well. Give me air. Annette opened a casement and brought water. The faintness soon left Emily, But she desired Annette would not go till she heard from Montoni. Dear ma'ams, Al, He surely will not disturb you at this time of night. Why, he must think you are asleep. Say with me till I am so, then, said Emily, Who felt temporary relief from this suggestion, Which appeared probable enough, Though her fears had prevented its occurring to her. Annette was secret reluctance, consented to stay, And Emily was now composed enough to ask her some questions, Among others, whether she had seen the Count. Yes, ma'am, I saw him alight, For I went from hence to the great in the north turret That overlooks the inner courtyard, you know. There I saw the Count's carriage and the Count in it, Waiting at the great door. For the porter was just gone to bed, With several men on horseback, All by the light of the torches they carried. Emily was compelled to smile. When the door was open, The Count said something that I could not make out, And then got out, and another gentleman with him. I thought, to be sure, the senior was gone to bed, And I hastened away to my lady's dressing room To see what I could hear. But in the way I met Ludovico, And he told me that the senior was up, Counseling with his master and the other seniors, In the room at the end of the north gallery. And Ludovico held up his finger, Layed it on his lips as much to say, There's more going on than you think of Annette, But you must hold your tongue. And so I did hold my tongue, ma'am, Zell, and came away to tell you directly. Emily inquired who the cavalier was, That accompanied the Count, And how Montoni received them, But Annette could not inform her. Ludovico, she added, had just been to call Signor Montoni's valet, That he might tell him they had arrived when I met him. Emily sat musing for some time, And then her anxiety was so much increased That she desired Annette would go to the servants hall, Where it was possible she might hear something Of the Count's intention, Respecting his stay at the castle. Yes, ma'am, said Annette with readiness, But how am I to find the way, If I leave the lamp with you? Emily said she would light her, And they immediately quitted the chamber. When they had reached the top of the great staircase, Emily recollected that she might be seen by the Count, And to avoid the great hall, Annette conducted her through some private passages To a back staircase, Which led directly to that of the servants. As she returned towards her chamber, Emily began to fear That she might again lose herself In the intricacies of the castle, And again be shocked by some mysterious spectacle. And though she was already perplexed By the numerous churnings, She feared to open one of the many doors that offered. While she stepped thoughtfully along, She fancied that she heard a low moaning At no great distance, And having paused a moment, She heard it again distinctly. Several doors appeared on the right hand Of the passage. She advanced and listened. When she came to the second, She heard a voice apparently in complaint Within, to which she continued to listen, Afraid to open the door and unwilling to leave it. Convulsive sobs followed, And then the piercing accents Of an agonizing spirit burst forth. Emily stood appalled And looked through the gloom That surrounded her in fearful expectation. The lamentations continued, Pity now began to subdue terror. It was possible she might have been Nested her comfort to the sufferer, at least, By expressing sympathy. And she laid her hand on the door. While she hesitated, She thought she knew this voice, Disguised as it was by tones of grief. Having therefore set down the lamp in the passage, She gently opened the door, Within which all was dark, Except that from an inner apartment, A partial light appeared, And she stepped softly on. Before she reached it, The appearance of Madame Montoni, Leaning on her dresser table, weeping, And with a handkerchief held to her eyes, Struck her, and she paused. Some person was seated in a chair by the fire, But who it was she could not distinguish. He spoke, now and then, in a low voice That did not allow Emily to hear what was uttered, But she thought that Madame Montoni, At those times wept the more, Who was too much occupied by her own distress To observe Emily, while the latter, Though anxious to know what occasioned this, And who was the person admitted at so late an hour To her aunt's dressing room, Forbear to add to her sufferings by surprising her, Or to take advantage of her situation By listening to a private discourse. She, therefore, stepped softly back. And after some further difficulty, Found the way to her own chamber, Where nearer interests, at length, Excluded the surprise and concern she felt, Respecting Madame Montoni, And at, however, returned without satisfactory intelligence, For the servants, among whom she had been, Were either entirely ignorant, or affected to be so, Concerning the counts intended stay at the castle. They could talk only of the steep and broken road They had just passed, And of the numerous dangers they had escaped, And express wonder how their lord could choose To encounter all these in the darkness of night, For they scarcely allowed that the torches Had served for any other purpose, But that of showing the dreariness of the mountains. And at, finding she could gain no more information, Left them, making noisy petitions, For more wood on the fire, and more supper on the table. And now, memswell, added she, I am so sleepy, I am sure, If you was so sleepy, you would not desire me to sit up with you. Emily indeed began to think it was cruel to wish it. She had also waited so long, Without receiving a summons from Montoni, That it appeared he did not mean to disturb her, At this late hour, and she determined to dismiss an act. But, when she again looked round her gloomy chamber, And recollected certain circumstances, Fear seized her spirits, and she hesitated. And yet it were cruel of me to ask you to stay, Till I am asleep in it, said she, For I fear it will be very long, Before I forget myself in sleep. I dare say it will be very long, memswell, said in it. But before you go, rejoined Emily, Let me ask you, Had senior Montoni left Count Morano When you quitted the hall? Oh no, ma'am, they were alone together. Have you been in my aunt's dressing room Since you left me? No, memswell, I called at the door as I passed, But it was fast, and so I thought my lady was gone to bed. Who, then, was with your lady just now, Said Emily, forgetting in surprise her usual prudence? Nobody, I believe, madame, everybody in it. Nobody has been with her, I believe, since you left. Emily took no further notice of the subject, And after some struggle with imaginary fears, Her good nature prevailed over them so far, That she dismissed Inet for the night. She then sat, musing upon her own circumstances, And those of Madame Montoni, Till I rested on the miniature picture, Which she had found after her father's death, Among the papers he had enjoined her to destroy.  The sight of it called up many interesting reflections, But the melancholy sweetness of the countenance Soothed the emotions which these had occasioned. It was the same style of countenance as that of her late father, And while she gazed on it with fondness on this account, She even fancied a resemblance in the features. But this tranquility was suddenly interrupted When she recollected the words in the manuscript That had been found with the picture, And which had formally occasioned her so much doubt and horror. At length she roused herself from the deep reverie, Into which this remembrance had thrown her. But when she rose to undress the silence and solitude To which she was left at this midnight hour, For not even a distant sound was now heard, Conspired with the impression the subject She had been considering had given to her mind to appall her. And that's hints, too, concerning this chamber, Simple as they were, had not failed to affect her, Since they followed a circumstance of peculiar horror Which she herself had witnessed, And since the scene of this was a chamber nearly adjoining her own. The door of the staircase was, perhaps, A subject of more reasonable alarm, And she now began to apprehend, Such was the aptitude of her fears, That this staircase had some private communication With the apartment, which she shuddered even to remember. Determined not to undress, She lay down to sleep in her clothes, With her late father's dog, the faithful manchon, At the foot of the bed whom she considered as a kind of guard. Thus circumstanced, she tried to banish reflection, But her busy fancy would still hover over the subjects of her interest, And she heard the clock of the castle strike, too, Before she closed her eyes. From the disturbed slumber into which she then sunk, She was soon awakened by a noise, Which seemed to arise within her chamber, But the silence that prevailed, As she fearfully listened and climbed her to believe, That she had been alarmed by such sounds as sometimes occur in dreams, And she later had again upon the pillow. A return of the noise again disturbed her. It seemed to come from that part of the room Which communicated with the private staircase, And she instantly remembered the odd circumstance Of the door having been fastened During the preceding night by some unknown hand. Her late alarming suspicion concerning its communication Also occurred to her. Her heart became faint with terror. Half raising herself from the bed, And gently drawing aside the curtain, She looked towards the door of the staircase, But the lamp that burnt on the hearth Spread so feeble a light through the apartment That the remote parts of it were lost in shadow. The noise, however, which she was convinced, Came from the door, continued. It seemed like that made by the undrawing of rusty bolts, And often ceased, and was then renewed more gently, As if the hand that occasioned it Was restrained by a fear of discovery. While Emily kept her eyes fixed on the spot, She saw the door move, and then slowly open, And perceived something enter the room, But the extreme duskiness prevented her distinguishing what it was. Almost fainting with terror, She had yet sufficient command over herself To contain the shriek that was escaping from her lips, And letting the curtain drop from her hand Continue to observe in silence The motions of the mysterious form she saw. It seemed to glide along the remote obscurity Of the apartment, then paused, And, as it approached the hearth, She perceived in the stronger light What appeared to be a human figure. Certain remembrance is now struck upon her heart, And almost subdued the feeble remains of her spirits. She continued, however, to watch the figure, Which remained for some time motionless, But then, advancing slowly towards the bed, Stood silently at the feet where the curtains, Being a little open, allowed her to see it. Terror, however, had now deprived her of the power of discrimination, As well as that of utterance. Having continued there a moment, The form retreated towards the hearth. When it took the lamp, held it up, Surveied the chamber for a few moments, And then again advanced towards the bed. The light at that instant awakened the dog That had slept at Emily's feet. He barked loudly, and jumping to the floor, Flew at the stranger, who struck the animal Sparkly with a sheathed sword. And springing towards the bed, Emily discovered Count Morano. She gazed at him a moment in speechless affright, While he, throwing himself on his knee at the bedside, Be sought her to fear nothing, And having thrown down his sword, Would have taken her hand when the facilities That terror had suspended suddenly returned, And she sprung from the bed in the dress, Which surely a kind of prophetic apprehension Had prevented her on this night from throwing aside. Morano rose, followed her to the door Through which he had entered, And caught her hand as she reached the top of the staircase. But not before she had discovered, By the gleam of a lamp, another man, Halfway down the stairs. She now screamed in despair, And believing herself given up by Montoni, Saw indeed no possibility of escape. The Count, who still held her hand, Led her back into the chamber. While this terror said he, in a tremulous voice, Hear me, Emily, I come not to alarm you, No, by heaven, I love you too well, Too well for my own peace. Emily looked at him for a moment in fearful doubt.  Hear me, Emily, resumed Morano, Hear me, I love, and am in despair, Yes, in despair. How can I gaze upon you and know That it is perhaps for the last time, Without suffering all the frenzy of despair? But it shall not be so. You shall be mine in spite of Montoni and all his villainy. End of Volume 2, Chapter 6, Part 2 of 3. In spite of Montoni cried Emily eagerly, What is it I hear? You hear that Montoni is a villain, exclaimed Morano, With vehemence.  Fixing on the Count and I of calm contempt, Leave the room, sir, instantly. She continued on voice, trembling between joy and fear. Or I will alarm the family, And you may receive that from Senior Montoni's vengeance, Which I would have vainly supplicated from his pity. But Emily knew that she was beyond the hearing Of those who might protect her. You can never hope anything from his pity, said Morano. He has used me infamously, and my vengeance shall pursue him. And for you, Emily, for you, He has new plans, more profitable than the last, no doubt. The gleam of hope, which the Count's former speech had revived, Was now nearly extinguished by the latter, And while Emily's countenance betrayed the emotions of her mind, He endeavored to take advantage of the discovery. I lose time, said he. I came not to exclaim against Montoni, I came to solicit, to plead, to Emily, To tell her all I suffer, To entreat her to save me from despair and herself from destruction. Emily, the schemes of Montoni are insurchable, But I warn you, they are terrible. He has no principle when interest or ambition leans. Can I love you, and abandon you to his power? Fly then, fly from this gloomy prison With a lover who adores you! I have bribed a servant of the castle to open the gates, And before tomorrow's dawn, You shall be far on the way to Venice. Emily, overcome by the sudden shock she had received at the moment, too, When she had begun to hope for better days, Now thought she saw destruction surround her on every side. Unable to reply, and almost to think, She threw herself into a chair, pale and breathless. That Montoni had formally sold her to Marano was very probable. That he had now withdrawn his consent to the marriage was evident from the Count's present conduct, And it was nearly certain that a scheme of stronger interest only could have induced the selfish Montoni to forego a plan which he had hitherto so strenuously pursued. These reflections made her tremble at the hints which Marano had just given, which she no longer hesitated to believe. And while she shrunk from the new scenes of misery and oppression that might await her in the castle of Udolfo, she was compelled to observe that almost her only means of escaping them was by submitting herself to the protection of this man, with whom he evils more certain and not less terrible appeared, evils upon which she could not endure to pause for an instant. Her silence, though it was of agony, encouraged the hopes of Marano who watched her cognitance with impatience. Took again the resisting hand she had withdrawn, and as he pressed it to his heart, again conjured her to determine immediately. Every moment we lose will make her departure more dangerous, said he. These few moments lost may enable Montoni to overtake us. I beseech you, sir, be silent, said Emily Fately. I am indeed very wretched, and wretched I must remain. Leave me, I command you, leave me to my fate. Never, cried the count vehemently, let me perish first, but forgive my violence, the thought of losing you as madness.  You may be ignorant of his schemes, nay, you must be so, or you would not hesitate between my love and his power. Nor do I hesitate, said Emily. Let us go then, said Marano, eagerly kissing her hand and rising. My carriage waits below the castle walls. You mistake me, sir, said Emily. Allow me to thank you for the interest you expressed in my welfare, and to decide by my own choice. I shall remain under the protection of Senior Montoni. Under his protection, exclaimed Marano proudly, his protection, Emily, why will you suffer yourself to be thus deluded? I have already told you what you have to expect from his protection. And pardon me, sir, if in this instance I doubt mere assertion, and to be convinced require something approaching to proof. I have known either the time or the means of adducing proof, or by the count. Nor have I, sir, the inclination to listen to it, if you had. But you trifle with my patience and my distress, continued Marano. Is a marriage with a man who adores you so very terrible in your eyes, that you would prefer to it all the misery to which Montoni may condemn you in this remote prison? Some much must have stolen those affections which ought to be mine, or you would not thus obstinately persist in refusing an offer that would place you beyond the reach of oppression. Marano walked about the room with quick steps and a disturbed air. This discourse, count Marano, sufficiently proves that my affections ought not to be yours, said Emily mildly, and this conduct, that I should not be placed beyond the reach of oppression, so long as I remained in your power. If you wish me to believe otherwise, cease to oppress me any longer by your presence. If you refuse this, you will compel me to expose you to the resentment of Senor Montoni. Yes, let him come, cried Marano furiously, and braved my resentment. Let him dare to face once more the man he has so courageously injured. Danger shall teach him morality and vengeance, justice. Let him come, and receive my sword in his heart. The vehemence with which this was uttered gave Emily new cause of alarm, who rose from her chair, but her trembling frame refused to support her, and she resumed her seat. The words died on her lips, and when she looked wistfully toward the door of the corridor, which was locked, she considered it was impossible for her to leave the apartment, before Marano would be apprised of, and able to counteract her intention. Without observing her agitation, he continued to pace the room in utmost perturbation of spirits. His dark incontinence expressed all the rage of jealousy and revenge, and a person who has seen his features up under the smile of ineffable tenderness, which he so lately assumed would now scarcely have believed them to be the same. Count Marano said Emily at length, recovering her voice. Calm, I entreat you, these transports, and listen to reason, if you will not to pity. You have equally misplaced your love and your hatred. I never could have returned the affection with which you honour me, and certainly have never encouraged it. Neither has Senior Montoni injured you, for you must have known that he had no right to dispose of my hand, had he even possessed the power to do so. Leave then, leave the castle while you may with safety. Spare yourself the dreadful consequences of an unjust revenge, and the remorse of having prolonged to me these moments of suffering. Is it for mine or for Montoni's safety that you are thus alarmed, said Marano, coldly, and turning towards her with a look of acrimony? For both, said Emily, in a trembling voice. Unjust revenge, cried the Count, resuming the abrupt tones of passion. Who that looks upon that face can imagine a punishment adequate to the injury he would have done me? Yes, I will leave the castle, but it shall not be alone. I have trifled too long, since my prayers and my sufferings cannot prevail force shall. I have people in waiting, who shall convey you to my carriage. Your voice will bring no succour. It cannot be heard from this remote part of the castle. Submit, therefore, in silence to go with me. This was an unnecessary injunction at present, for Emily was too certain that her call would avail her nothing, and terror had so entirely disordered her thoughts that she knew not how to plead to Marano, but sat mute and trembling in her chair till he advanced to lift her from it. When she suddenly raised herself, and with repulsive gesture and a countenance of forced serenity, said Count Marano, I am now in your power, but you will observe that this is not the conduct which can win the esteem you appear so solicitous to obtain, and that you are preparing for yourself a load of remorse in the miseries of a friendless orphan, which can never leave you. Do you believe your heart to be indeed so hardened that you can look without emotion on the suffering to which you would condemn me? Emily was interrupted by the growling of the dog, who now came again from the bed, and Marano looked towards the door of the staircase, where no person appearing. He cried aloud, Cesario. Emily, said the Count, why will you reduce me to adopt this conduct? How much more willingly would I persuade and compel you to become my wife, but by heaven I will not leave you to be sold by Montoni? Yet a thought glances across my mind that brings madness with it. I know not how to name it. It is preposterous. It cannot be. Yet you tremble. You grow pale. It is. It is so. You, you love Montoni, cried Marano, grasping Emily's wrist and stamping his foot on the floor. An involuntary air of surprise appeared on her continents. If you have indeed believed so, said she, believe so still. That look, those words confirm it, exclaimed Marano furiously. No, no, no, Montoni had a richer prize in view than gold. But he shall not live to triumph over me. This very instant he was interrupted by the loud barking of the dog. Stay, Count Marano, said Emily, terrified by his words and by the fury expressed in his eyes. I will save you from this error. Of all men, Senior Montoni is not your rival. Though if I find all other means of saving myself vain, I will try whether my voice may not arouse his servants to my succor. Assertion, replied Marano, at such a moment is not to be depended upon. How could I suffer myself to doubt, even for an instant, that he could see you and not love? But my first care shall be to convey you from the castle. A man now appeared at the door of this staircase, and other steps were heard ascending. Emily uttered at a loud shriek as Marano hurried her across the chamber, and at the same moment she heard a noise at the door that opened upon the corridor. The Count paused an instant, as if his mind was suspended between love and the desire of vengeance, and in that instant the door gave way, and Montoni, followed by the old steward and several other persons, burst into the room. Draw, cried Montoni to the Count, who did not pause for a second bidding, but giving Emily into the hands of the people that appeared from the staircase, turned fiercely round. This in line heart fell and said he as he made a thrust at Montoni with his sword, who parted the blow, and aimed another while some of the persons who had followed him into the room endeavored to part the combatants, while others rescued Emily from the hands of Marano's servants. Was it for this Count Marano said Montoni in a cool, sarcastic tone of voice, that I received you under my roof and permitted you, though my declared enemy to remain under it for the night? Was it that you may repay my hospitality with the treachery of a fiend and rob me of my niece? Who talks of treachery, said Marano, in a tone of unrestrained vehemence? Let him that does show an unblushing face of innocence.  If there is treachery in this affair, look to yourself as the author of it. If, do I say, I, whom you have wronged with unexampled baseness, whom you have injured almost beyond redress, but why do I use words? Come on, coward, and receive justice at my hands. Coward? cried Montoni, bursting from the people who held him, and rushing on the Count, when they both retreated into the corridor where the fight continued so desperately that none of the spectators dared approach them. Montoni swearing that the first who interfered should fall by his sword. Jealousy and revenge led all their fury to Marano, while the superior skill and the temperance of Montoni enabled him to wound his adversary, whom his servants now attempted to seize, but he would not be restrained, and regardless of his wound, continued to fight. He seemed to be both insensible both of pain and loss of blood, and alive only to the energy of his passions. Montoni, on the contrary, persevered in the combat with a fierce yet weary valor. He received the point of Marano's sword in his arm, but almost in the same instant severely wounded and disarmed him.  Marano, sinking under the anguish of his wound, had scarcely replied by a gesture, and by a few words, feebly articulated that he would not, when he fainted. And Montoni was then going to have plunged the sword into his breast, as he lay senseless, but his arm was arrested by Cavigny. To the interruption he yielded without much difficulty, but his complexion changed, almost to blackness, as he looked upon his fallen adversary and ordered that he should be carried instantly from the castle. In the meantime, Emily, who had been withheld from leaving the chamber during their fray, now came forward into the corridor, and pleaded a cause of common humanity, with the feelings of the warmest benevolence, when she entreated Montoni to allow Marano the assistance in the castle, which his situation required. But Montoni, who had seldom listened to pity, now seemed rapacious of vengeance, and with a monstrous cruelty again ordered his defeated enemy to be taken from the castle, in his present state, though there were only the woods, or a solitary neighbouring cottage, to shelter him from the night. The Count's servants, having declared that they would not move him till he revived, Montoni stood inactive, Cavigny remonstrating, and Emily superior to Montoni's menaces, giving water to Marano, and directing the intendants to bind up his wound. At length, Montoni had leisure to feel pain from his own hurt, and he withdrew to examine it. The Count, meanwhile, having slowly recovered, the first object he saw, unraising his eyes, was Emily, bending over him with a continent strongly expressive of solicitude. He surveyed her with a look of anguish. I have deserved this city, but not from Montoni. It is from you, Emily, that I have deserved punishment, yet I receive only pity. He paused, for he had spoken with difficulty. After a moment he proceeded, I must resign you, but not to Montoni. Forgive me the sufferings I have already occasioned you. But for that villain, his infamy shall not go unpunished. Carry me from this place, said he to his servants. I am in no condition to travel. You must therefore take me to the nearest cottage, for I will not pass the night under his roof, although I may expire on the way from it. Cesario proposed to go out and inquire for a cottage, that might receive his master before he attempted to remove him. But Marano was impatient to be gone. The anguish of his mind seemed to be even greater than that of his wound, and he rejected with disdain the offer of Caveni to entreat Montoni, that he might be suffered to pass the night in the castle. Cesario was now going to call up the carriage to the great gate, but the count forbade him. I cannot bear the motion of the carriage, said he. Call some others of my people that they may assist in bearing me in their arms. At length, however, Marano submitted to reason and consented that Cesario should first prepare some cottage to receive him. Emily, now that he had recovered his senses, was about to withdraw from the corridor, when a message from Montoni commanded her to do so, and also that the count, if he was not already gone, should quit the castle immediately. Indignation flashed from Marano's eyes and flushed his cheeks. Tell Montoni, said he, that I shall go when it suits my own convenience, that I quit the castle, he dared to call his, as I would the nest of a serpent, and this is not the last he shall hear from me. Tell him I will not leave another murder on his conscience, if I can help it. Count Marano, do you know what you say, said Caveni? Yes, senior, I know well what I say, and he will understand well what I mean. His conscience will assist his understanding on this occasion. Count Marano, said Vorezzi, who had hitherto silently observed him, dare again to insult my friend, and I will plunge this sword in your body. It would be an action worthy of the friend of a villain, said Marano, as the strong impulse of his indignation enabled him to raise himself from the arms of his servants, but the energy was momentary, and he sunk back exhausted by the effort. Montoni's people, meanwhile, held Vorezzi, who seemed inclined, even in this instant, to execute his threat, and Caveni, who was not so depraved as to abet the cowardly malignity of Vorezzi, endeavored to withdraw him from the corridor, and Emily, whom a compassionate interest had thus long detained, was now quitting it in new terror when the supplicating voice of Marano arrested her, and by a feeble gesture he beckoned her to draw nearer. She advanced with timid steps, but the fainting langer of his countenance, again awakened her pity, and overcame her terror. I am going from hence forever, said he, perhaps I shall never see you again. I would carry with me your forgiveness, Emily, nay more I would also carry your good wishes. You have my forgiveness, then, said Emily, and my sincere wishes for your recovery, and only for my recoveries at Marano with a sigh, for your general welfare, added Emily. Perhaps I ought to be content with this, he resumed. I certainly have not deserved more, but I would ask you, Emily, sometimes to think of me, and for getting my offense to remember only the passion which occasioned it. I would ask alas and possibilities. I would ask you to love me, at this moment when I am about to part with you, and that perhaps forever I am scarcely myself. Emily, may you never know the torture of a passion like mine. What do I say, oh, that for me you might be sensible of such a passion? Emily looked impatient to be gone.  I trembled for the consequences of Senior Varetsi's passion, at a Montoni's resentment. Should he learn that you are still here? Marano's face was overspread with momentary crimson, his eyes sparkled, but he seemed endeavoring to conger his emotion, and replied in a calm voice. Since you are interested for my safety, I will regard it and be gone. But before I go, let me again hear you say that you wish me well, said he, fixing on her an earnest and mournful look. Emily repeated her assurances. He took her hand, which she scarcely attempted to withdraw, and put it to his lips. Farewell, Count Marano, said Emily, and she turned to go when a second message arrived from Montoni, and she again conjured Marano, as he valued his life to quit the castle immediately. He regarded her in silence, with a look of fixed despair. But she had no time to enforce her compassionate entreaties, and, not daring to disobey the second command of Montoni, she left the corridor to attend him. He was in the cedar parlor, that adjoined the great hall, laid upon a couch, and suffering a degree of anguish from his wound, which few persons could have disguised as he did. His countenance, which was stern but calm, expressed the dark passion of revenge, but no symptom of pain, bodily pain, indeed, he had always despised, and had yielded only to the strong and terrible energies of the soul. He was attended by Old Carlo, and by Signore Bertolini, but Madame Montoni was not with him. Emily trembled, as she first approached, and received his severe rebuke for not having obeyed his first summons, and also perceived that he attributed her stay in the corridor to a motive that had not even occurred to her heartless mind. This is an instance of female caprice, said he, which I ought to have foreseen. Count Marano, whose suit you obstinately rejected, so long as it was countenanced by me, you favour, it seems, since you find I have dismissed him. Emily looked astonished. I do not comprehend you, sir, said she. You certainly do not mean to imply that the design of the count to visit the double chamber was founded upon any approbation of mine. To that I reply nothing, said Montoni. But it must certainly be a more than common interest that made you plead so warmly in his cause, and that could detain you thus long in his presence, contrary to my express order, in the presence of a man whom you have hitherto on all occasions most scrupulously shunned. I fear, sir, it was a more than common interest that detain me, said Emily commonly. For of late I have been inclined to think that of compassion is an uncommon one. But how could I, could you, sir, witness Count Marano's deplorable condition and not wish to relieve it? You had hypocrisy to caprice, said Montoni, frowning, and an attempt at satire to both. But before you undertake to regulate the morals of other persons, you should learn and practice the virtues which are indispensable to a woman, sincerity, uniformity of conduct, and obedience. Emily, who had always endeavored to regulate her conduct by the nicest laws, and whose mind was finally sensible, not only of what is just in morals, but of whatever is beautiful in the female character, was shocked by these words. Yet in the next moment her heart swelled with the consciousness of having deserved praise, instead of censure, and she was proudly silent. Montoni, acquainted with the delicacy of her mind, knew how keenly she would feel his rebuke. But he was a stranger to the luxury of conscious worth, and therefore did not foresee the energy of that sentiment, which now repelled his satire. Turning to a servant who had lately entered the room, he asked whether Marano had quitted the castle. The man answered that his servants were then removing him on a couch to a neighbouring cottage. Montoni seemed somewhat appeased on hearing this, and when Ludovico appeared a few moments after and said that Marano was gone, he told Emily she might retire to her apartment. She withdrew willingly from his presence, but the thought of passing the remainder of the night in a chamber, which the door from the staircase made liable to the intrusion of any person, now alarmed her more than ever, and she determined to call up Madame Montoni's room and request that Annette might be permitted to be with her. On reaching the great galley, she heard voices seemingly in dispute, and her spirits now apt to take alarm. She paused, but soon distinguished some words of Caveni and Veretzi, and went towards them in the hopes of conciliating their difference. They were alone. Veretzi's face was still flushed with rage, and as the first object of it was now removed from him, he appeared willing to transfer his resentment to Caveni, who seemed to be expostulating rather than disputing with him. Veretzi was protesting that he would instantly inform Montoni of the insult, which Marano had thrown out against him, and above all that wherein he had accused him of murder. There is no answering, said Caveni, for the words of a man in a passion, little serious regard ought to be paid to them. If you persist in your resolution, the consequences may be fatal to both. We have now more serious interest to pursue than those of a petty revenge. Emily joined her entreaties to Caveni's arguments, and they at length prevailed so far as that Veretzi consented to retire without seeing Montoni. On calling at her aunt's apartment, she found it fastened. In a few minutes, however, it was opened by Madame Montoni herself. It may be remembered that it was by a door leading into the bedroom from a back passage that Emily had secretly entered a few hours preceding. She now conjectured by the calmness of Madame Montoni's error that she was not apprised of the accident which had befallen her husband, and was beginning to inform her of it in the tenderness manner she could when her aunt interrupted her by saying she was acquainted with the whole affair. Emily knew indeed that she had little reason to love Montoni, but could scarcely have believed her capable of such perfect apathy, as she now discovered towards him. Having obtained permission, however, for Annette to sleep in her chamber, she went fither immediately. A track of blood appeared along the corridor leading to it, and on the spot where the Count and Montoni had fought, the whole floor was stained. Emily shuddered and leaned on Annette as she passed. When she reached her apartment, she instantly determined, since the door of the staircase had been left open, and that Annette was now with her, to explore with her at lead, a circumstance now materially connected with her own safety, and had accordingly half curious and half afraid proposed to descend the stairs. But on approaching the door, they perceived that it was already fastened without, and their care was then directed to the securing it on the inside also, by placing against it as much of the heavy furniture of the room as they could lift. Emily then retired too bad, and Annette continued on a chair by the hearth, where some feeble embers remained. End of Volume 2, Chapter 6


I want to welcome you to the Dean's List's Award Ceremony for the School of Science, Health and Technology at Med River College. I am Dr. Terrence Blackman, and I am the Dean of the School of Science, Health and Technology. Welcome. It's okay, you don't have to applaud for that. That's what I'll say after I think it's more deserving of applause. So nearly 50 years ago, this great institution was founded in order to provide members of this community with an opportunity to experience something even greater than they'd ever imagined. A life enhanced by academic achievement. This evening, we're gathered to lift up and to commend academic excellence in this beloved community. And so permit me a few words about this community. The School of Science, Health and Technology at Med River College. We have a philosophy of teaching and learning and knowledge creation that is rooted in our attempt to engage the question how do we as individuals, students, faculty, staff, more broadly as a School of Science facilitate meaningful participation in science of the highest quality students, our faculty, and all those who come to us seeking to make a way in the 21st century. So we ask, and I think this room is evidence of that, how do we shape this endeavor within the contours of the African-American and other underrepresented communities where the need for scientific innovation is most acutely evident? And so our mission, the mission of the Med River College School of Science, Health and Technology, the place where you have demonstrated excellence, demonstrated the excellence that we honor today, where you have worked with us to advance knowledge in mathematics, nursing, physics and computer science and in other areas of scholarship that will best serve our community and our nation and will broadly our world in this 21st century. This faculty who has certified your excellence is deeply committed to generating, disseminating, preserving knowledge and to working with you to bring this knowledge to bear on the world's great challenge. This School of Science, Games You Worthy, is dedicated to providing you with an education that combines the rigorous academic study that you've experienced and the excitement of discovery with the support and intellectual stimulation of a vibrant community like the one that you're a part of here that only we believe Med River College can offer. This institution, Med River College that honors you today, seeks to develop in each of you the ability and the passion to work wisely, creatively and effectively for the betterment of humankind. I know this seems like a big stretch but it is really true and so this evening, me, the faculty, the school, the college, we congratulate each of you and the members of your family who are here to support you today, the folks who you've relied on to be here today. We commend you for your courage, strength, your fortitude and in the days ahead let's endeavor to continue the conversations about what tools we need to be our best possible researchers, teachers, mentors, guidance, and students. Tonight, and here you should applaud, we celebrate you being the support of the 2019. We honor tonight of sharing the stage with our Senior Vice President and Provost and our Chief Academic Officer, Dr. Augustino Carrique and our President. And so I just wanted to say one word in introducing Dr. Carrique. You know, leadership matters.  It matters who runs the elementary school that your child goes to. It matters who runs this college. And so leadership is profoundly important. It's even more important in this 21st century. And we here at VendReverse have been really fortunate to have a Vice President and a Chief Academic Officer who stands above many in the world being provost. And so tonight I want you to welcome my friend and my boss to the stage here. It can be long. I just want to say good evening. Good evening. See, this is the joyous moment for you. Be on the this list, not easily. So you have to be very happy and very cheerful about that. And that's why we are here to greet you today, celebrate your academic achievements. So it's truly an honor standing before you today as we recognize your academic achievements in the field of science. But we always hear that science is... When will that future come? So science is... And we always say that. So as Dr. Blackburn said moments ago, the work of scientists is some of the most important work being done all the time. I know you'll be very happy about that, that scientists are working very, very important. This is the work of problem solving, but an ever greater part of that work includes healing. But that means the healing of the mind or the body or our planet. So thank you for your commitment to this field. I know that many of you are here today with your family and friends as they share this celebration of excellence. And I just want to say never take their presence here for granted. So I would like you now acknowledge your parents for last years, last years. Thank them for holding you forth while you have all had me and light. School of Science here at Megabas College is truly a gem. We are able to offer our class lab equipment, the opportunity to travel to major conferences and meetings across the country and the opportunity to conduct some great research right here in Central Brooklyn. Our students are really taking advantage of that as evidenced by the large number of honorees here tonight. And that is very encouraging for the future of this history. Once again, I thank you and I welcome you coming here today. So at this point, I will also introduce my boss. And they go the way of the day, you know. I'm the president of the institution here of our group. He is someone we all know. He is a very big, if I may use the term of my people, an Iroko 3, public 3.  Me too. All the loved ones who are assembled here, thank you very much for being here. Does our home crowd help here celebrate with us the accomplishments of so many? Provost, when you were just talking about, I'm a big tree. I don't know if that was code for I need to lose the way. We'll have that conversation in a little bit. But I do want to write out something that both me and the Provost indicated really important to me. There are times in our lives when we get to come together like this and we look at one another, some of whom we know, some of whom we don't know. We are happy to be here because we celebrate the academic success and the students who have prospered over the course of many years. We're on the eve of graduation, June 5th, Barclays. We're on the year's eve of the celebration of the 50th anniversary of Menger Rivers College. All of that brings us together but what we ultimately celebrate is this wonderful understanding of what comes next. So I came here this evening. I won't be able to say it the entire time, but I came this evening because I wanted you to know that in my mind, here's what's next. We talked about the various opportunities that will exist for the students who will graduate soon and be, if you will, researchers. There'll be doctors, there'll be people who are going to be an allied health field, there'll be nurses, there'll be people who understand the world of science in ways that will find solutions, problems that we've been talking about in presidential debates and all kinds of other forums over the course of the last five to ten years. There will be somebody in this audience who will actually discover the cure to something that, here to for, we did not think was cure.  You'll build the opportunity for people to feel that the field of science is available to them in ways that they never understood to be available to them in the past. You in many cases tonight for being on the beat, you are craving a whole new pathway into a whole new world. I came here because I wanted to tell you that this is what is the refreshment when you were a senior in high school, when you were somewhere back in your academic history, you might not have known that this was on your path. What I was suggesting to you was in the same way as you might not have known it then, trust and believe that it's there now and that it will always be there for you because you have mastered it. You have gained respect the academic community has taught you gained the respect of the people around you. No doubt the world will come knock on your door and ask intellectual, social, heartfelt, faith, a hopeful world of science. Thank you very, very much for the work that you've done. Thank you for attending. It is now my pleasure to introduce you to the cheers and perhaps if I could just before this introduction say I think it's important for us to really reflect on the words of Dr. Crew. Often we, if we thought about this five years ago, we would never have believed that we would be the people sitting here in the room at this moment. And so there are some things that are down the road for you five years from now that you will not believe it's there for you five years from now. So I want you to take that apart. And for me, there are some things that were down the road for me that I didn't believe in. So part of that is meeting these wonderful people who I have the pleasure to introduce to you now.  Many of these folks have become cheers of the department while I've been the dean and so I have the pleasure to see them first as cheers and as regular faculty members and then as cheers. Tonight it is my pleasure to introduce to you first the cheer of the biology department who's not here. She's just been under the weather please. Dr. Kamal with whom we've had a wonderful bit of work over the last year of Dr. Kamal. Dr. Reed who I think everyone in this room knows she's the person who holds the key to organic chemistry. One, two, in biochemistry and he's tough and good. Everyone appreciates that but I also appreciate him more for being a very logical and normal and really hard working and dedicated chair of the department of chemistry and environmental science. So I'm a mathematician so Dr. Jean-Michel kind of stepped into the role of chair of the mathematics department after I stepped out of that role and it's always difficult in the beginning to have a relationship with someone who's doing the job that you just did and so you feel sometimes your role is interfering in the job that the person is doing that's how we had those fights but I will say this meant where ever the person is blessed to have as the chair of its mathematics department Dr. Jean-Michel Jean-Michel The next person who I want to introduce to you is, well, I think many of you in this room have come to Med River's college with the thought of nursing on your mind I don't know, it's okay you can say it and the point is you were right to come to Med River's with nursing on your mind because we have some really good people in the field of nursing here at the college and as I noted before a really good nursing department can't be a really good nursing department if it doesn't have a really good leader and I know well the leadership qualities of Dr. Hazel Sanderson she has guided her department through perilous waters and she's brought it home really wonderful places and so tonight I want to give a very very special join me in giving her a very very special welcome here this evening I should note the chair of her physics and computer science department Dr. Leon Johnson who's not here this evening he too has an engagement that is of vital importance but it's important you can see all of the chairs on the dais are very young Dr. Leon Johnson is the oldest of the chairs in the school of science and I don't mean that he's old meaning you know but he's also wise and so I have as the dean relied tremendously on the guidance of Dr. Johnson and his wisdom and his 50 almost 50 years of being a faculty member in university and so even though he's not here I know that I'm streaming this and I told him that if he I sent him the link so it'd be nice to give him a really round of applause so we're ready now for the exciting part of the event so the recipients will be announced by Dr. Derek Steed and Professor Cynthia Sterling-Bach so I will begin the first two before we get to this place perhaps I should acknowledge since I talked about our faculty earlier I should ask members or faculty who are here to simply stand and be recognized by the folks who are here so faculty members can you stand and be recognized I see so we will also I'll say this at the end too but I wanted to acknowledge you here so I will ask Dr. Kamal from the biology department to come forward and to ask the folks biology department Will all biology and science AS students please be line up the right of the auditorium Patricia King Patricia King let me come right back to your seat the very first group of biology students we didn't have a group photo with them so if the very first group is still here it'd be nice to just come right back up so we can have where did the other folks go there's oh come on out by yourself Dr. Jean-Michel Jean-Michel I'm sorry I went too quickly Dr. Alicia Reed from the chemistry and environmental sciences department Dr. Reed it is my pleasure to ask the chemistry and environmental science students please line up to the right of the auditorium Alicia Kulman Jennifer J. Marie Neary Tazelle Schatz-Varska we will now let's give another round of applause for the students please bring them on thanks Dr. Jean-Michel Jean-Michel to come forward my next students please line up to the right of the auditorium Kesson Ford applause for the mathematician Dr. Kesson Samerson to come forward for all persons to raise the sign up to the right it's Esteban Sharon Cirrus Sharon Ever Selene Martinez Sienna Ruff Ruff is a gatherer Cindy Perniel Smith Johnson the nurses once again a small picture of this announcement someone has dropped some car keys it looks like keys for a teyotulu it's got a blue blue bottle on it so if this belongs to you it's sitting here you get to your car and you don't have the keys it's Kesson so continuing on we're going to ask Dr. Alicia Reed to stand in for Dr. Leon Johnson this evening good evening again will all my physics will all physics and computer science students please line up to the right of the auditorium Jonathan James after that let's give a big round of applause once more for physics and computer science students I'll have the task for those students who are part of the CUNY and Baccalaureate program do we have students from the CUNY and B8 program if you're here please line up on the right side of the auditorium CUNY and B8 okay if we have no students who are part of the CUNY and B8 program then the next list kind of we're getting close to the the real things slightly more challenging is the provost list and so in order to be on the provost list you needed to satisfy the requirements for the dean's list for four consecutive semesters so if you were in spring 2018 it meant that you were on the dean's list for fall 2016 spring 2017 fall 2017 and spring 2018 or if you were fall 2018 it means that you are on the dean's list for spring of 2017 the fall of 2017 the spring of 2018 and the fall of 2018 so for those of you who are on the provost list and let's see I'm going to call the names and so if you're here just come to the just come to the right hand side of the auditorium Dorina Aldrich Uma Hafsa Carrie Ann Anderson Tameka Gale Anastasia Mansohin Steven Lawrence Shanika Kadil Arusha Brayquay France Salina Bevy Ortiz Lin Nana Mba Tulupe Akimu Kelina Beckford Oyamise Omotoe Kuei Fiannigos Nashid Manan Amida Mostafa Thalmer Seguencia Renice Noelle Bonere Obhem Lillian Utunemou Mjokou Shaleen Gil Alina Jones Samuel Joseph Marianna Diallo Winsome O'Sullivan Darrell Ambersly Natalia Jones Taz Kiyakin and Tisha Apte those were folks who were on the provost list for spring 2018 and then somebody will give them all positive ones and the second group students who were on the provost list for fall of 2018 are Tameka Gale Aspana Ali Marela Murray Anastasia Mansohin Steven Lawrence Lin Ba Andrea Barrett Leithia Nikos Ernie Charles Monair Coppin Jaleen Gill Collina Jones Marianna Diallo Crystal Bailey Lillian Rodriguez Natalia Jones Taz Kiyakin and Tisha Apte congratulations to everyone of you Tazia Mansohin Shaleen Gill Alina Mustafa Natalia Jones Ambersly Ernie Charles Marela Murray Crystal Bailey Shemabu Kwan A great service announcement seems like everyone is very excited today they've been using their stuff someone left a cell phone here so I now have and I have car keys so hopefully the cell phone owner will show up very shortly all of these things you first you're on the deans list as the order of things worked here the dean works for the provost provost works for the president so first you're on the deans list for a long time and you get on the provost list and then if you've gotten the provost list for a while then you get on the president and so finally we're at the place where we want to honor those folks who are on the president so our requirements here again you want to satisfy the requirements of the deans list for four consecutive semesters in addition to obtaining a 4.0 GPA we want to honor more of those semesters and so tonight we have poor people who are on the president's list Natalia Chapman Helmers Wenshia Antonio Wilson and Jonathan James and I also have three more I'm sorry I only looked at the fall 2018 I have Afsana Ali Janabu Kurameo Wilson congratulations to each and everyone Shilohu Nelson you have the academic scholarship two special awards so we have Emiko Rie one of the deans list are future science scholars here in case anyone has been missed if there's anyone to lose is on the deans list who has not been acknowledged in some way please come to the right sometimes we make mistakes and I don't want someone to be here who has not been acknowledged the end here so I thought it appropriate so I won't keep you long but I think it's always important to to acknowledge that this was a wonderful evening it is a celebration of the things that we hold dear here at college we really believe that excellence and excellence go together and so we create an opportunity for people to start but you know where we start is not where we want to end and you can be sure that under our stewardship that you will be challenged in every one of those courses and so you will earn your right to be on the deans list and on the presidents list and on the provost having said that I want to say just a few words of thanks it's you know things like this don't just kind of happen easily they require a tremendous amount of work they require a number of people doing a number of things in the background and tonight I just wanted to acknowledge first off the acknowledger and the office of academic affairs for the support that they have given to this effort to acknowledge the cheers and the respective departments for the work that they have put in this regard I want to acknowledge the members of the committee who have done the sort of putting together of a program in particular I wanted to say a thank you to Derek Skeet Dr. Derek Skeet Dr. Samuel O'Rourkeman Dr. Niko Clarke Dennis Blue Filales Professor Cynthia Sterling Fox Professor Niko Horry from the nursing department who you saw earlier Dr. Sanderson from the nursing department who helped to put things together for us I also want to introduce someone to our community tonight who you've probably seen who is technically in the biology department but is someone who will be heading up our new PA program and this is our new professor Professor Adrian Llewellyn who is standing there that's the person who is going to be responsible for it and he will let you know as soon as it's there Professor Leslie Ann Rohl who is also part of the PA faculty I saw her she wasn't here Jermaine Hodge from Graphics so we had to work really hard to get these things in and I wanted to recognize Gregory Mock also from ReproGraphics Gregory David from ReproGraphics getting the space ready for you is also a challenge and I wanted to recognize Conrad Johnson Martin for the work that he did with the space reservation and then finally at the end of this I think I get to be the dean and stand up and sort of pontificate from the script that's already been made out for me and so sometimes it's always been to give some acknowledgement to the people who put the script together and the people who kind of make me look good and so I wanted to acknowledge the two people in my office but in particular I wanted to acknowledge I don't know where she is I wanted to acknowledge Kenia Smith and I wanted to acknowledge Patricia Burley-Anne Sheik for putting the podium and so with that she's also arranged for you to have punch and cake and this should be in the welcome center and I'm trusting it is there so certainly I I want to bring her proceedings to a close so we can find you in the welcome center for one dessert of punch and cake


it's done. Yesterday I got the final tattoo on my right arm sleeve. I decided to kind of do just a patchwork of different things that meant something to me personally. It goes all the way around the back and my shoulder. The one that I got yesterday is this one right here. It's a spark plug, which is a reference to a Paramore song called Last Hope that really resonated with me in times when I needed hope. And so she's complete. Realistically this just means I'll probably start on another part of my body. Probably my leg? I don't know. I don't know how I feel about leg tattoos though. I feel very cautious about them. But I wanted to thank my amazing artist, Des. He has done all of this work for me. So if you're in Colorado or gonna visit, check out his page. Nat's sponsored. I just think he's the best. Living in a body that's pretty messed up that I've had a lot of issues with and experienced trauma in. Getting to decorate my body the way that I want it to be with things that really matter to me has been so healing and something that I am incredibly grateful for. I'mma leave it there. But it's done. I'm so excited.