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 thither 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 stair-case had been left open, and that annette was now with her, to explore whither it led,--a circumstance now materially connected with her own safety.annette 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 to bed, and annette continued on a chair by the hearth, where some feeble embers remained.