'i say, i could give you other instances of my power and of my character, which it seems you do not understand, or you would not defy me.--i could tell you, that, when once my resolution is taken--but i am talking to a baby.let me, however, repeat, that terrible as are the examples i could recite, the recital could not now benefit you; for, though your repentance would put an immediate end to opposition, it would not now appease my indignation.--i will have vengeance as well as justice.'
another groan filled the pause which montoni made.
'leave the room instantly!' said he, seeming not to notice this strange occurrence.without power to implore his pity, she rose to go, but found that she could not support herself; awe and terror overcame her, and she sunk again into the chair.
'quit my presence!' cried montoni.'this affectation of fear ill becomes the heroine who has just dared to brave my indignation.'
'did you hear nothing, signor?' said emily, trembling, and still unable to leave the room.
'i heard my own voice,' rejoined montoni, sternly.
'and nothing else?' said emily, speaking with difficulty.--'there again! do you hear nothing now?'
'obey my order,' repeated montoni.'and for these fool's tricks--iwill soon discover by whom they are practised.'
emily again rose, and exerted herself to the utmost to leave the room, while montoni followed her; but, instead of calling aloud to his servants to search the chamber, as he had formerly done on a similar occurrence, passed to the ramparts.
as, in her way to the corridor, she rested for a moment at an open casement, emily saw a party of montoni's troops winding down a distant mountain, whom she noticed no further, than as they brought to her mind the wretched prisoners they were, perhaps, bringing to the castle.at length, having reached her apartment, she threw herself upon the couch, overcome with the new horrors of her situation.her thoughts lost in tumult and perplexity, she could neither repent of, or approve, her late conduct; she could only remember, that she was in the power of a man, who had no principle of action--but his will; and the astonishment and terrors of superstition, which had, for a moment, so strongly assailed her, now yielded to those of reason.