MYSTERIES OF UDOLPHO, ROMANCE; INTERSPERSED WITH SOME PIECES OF POETRY. BY ANN RADCLIFFE, AUTHOR OF THE ROMANCE OF THE FOREST, ETC. THE THIRD EDITION. IN FOUR VOLUMES. Fate fits on thefe dark battlements, and frowns, Her voice, in fullen echoes through the courts, VOL. IV. LONDON: PRINTED FOR G. G. AND J. ROBINSON, PATERNOSTER-ROW. 1795. MYSTERIES OF UDOLPH O. CHAP. I. "Is all the council that we two have shared, When we have chid the hafty-footed time And will you rent our ancient love afunder?" IN the evening, when Emily was at length informed, that Count de Villefort requested to fee her, the gueffed that Valancourt was below, and, endeavouring to affume compofure and to recollect all her fpirits, fhe rofe and left the apartment; but on reaching the door of the library, where fhe imaVOL. IV. B gined 425509 gined him to be, her emotion returned with fuch energy, that, fearing to trust herself in the room, she returned into the hall, where fhe continued for a confiderable time, unable to command her agitated fpirits. When she could recall them, the found in the library Valancourt, seated with the Count, who both rofe on her entrance; but fhe did not dare to look at Valancourt, and the Count, having led her to a chair, immediately withdrew. Emily remained with her eyes fixed on the floor, under fuch oppreffion of heart, that fhe could not fpeak, and with difficulty breathed; while Valancourt threw himself into a chair befide her, and, fighing heavily, continued filent, when, had the raised her eyes, she would have perceived the violent emotion he suffered. At length, in a tremulous voice, he faid, "I have folicited to fee you this evening, that I might, at leaft, be fpared the further torture of fufpenfe, which your altered. manner had occafioned me, and which the hints I have juft received from the Count have in part explained. I perceive I have enemies, Emily, who envied me my late happiness, and who have been bufy in fearching out the means to destroy it: I perceive, too, that time and absence have weakened the affection you once felt for me, and that you can now easily be taught to forget me.' His laft words faltered, and Emily, lefs able to speak than before, continued filent. "O what a meeting is this !" exclaimed Valancourt, ftarting from his feat, and pacing the room with hurried fteps, "what a meeting is this, after our long-long feparation!" Again he fat down, and, after the ftruggle of a moment, he added in a firm but despairing tone, "This is too muchI cannot bear it! Emily, will you not speak to me?" He covered his face with his hand, as if to conceal his emotion, and took Emily's, which he did not withdraw. Her tears could no longer be reftrained; and, when |