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”
The
fire
therefore
died
away
,
and
Catherine
,
having
spent
the
best
part
of
an
hour
in
her
arrangements
,
was
beginning
to
think
of
stepping
into
bed
,
when
,
on
giving
a
parting
glance
round
the
room
,
she
was
struck
by
the
appearance
of
a
high
,
old
-
fashioned
black
cabinet
,
which
,
though
in
a
situation
conspicuous
enough
,
had
never
caught
her
notice
before
.
Henry
’
s
words
,
his
description
of
the
ebony
cabinet
which
was
to
escape
her
observation
at
first
,
immediately
rushed
across
her
;
and
though
there
could
be
nothing
really
in
it
,
there
was
something
whimsical
,
it
was
certainly
a
very
remarkable
coincidence
!
She
took
her
candle
and
looked
closely
at
the
cabinet
.
It
was
not
absolutely
ebony
and
gold
;
but
it
was
japan
,
black
and
yellow
japan
of
the
handsomest
kind
;
and
as
she
held
her
candle
,
the
yellow
had
very
much
the
effect
of
gold
.
The
key
was
in
the
door
,
and
she
had
a
strange
fancy
to
look
into
it
;
not
,
however
,
with
the
smallest
expectation
of
finding
anything
,
but
it
was
so
very
odd
,
after
what
Henry
had
said
.
In
short
,
she
could
not
sleep
till
she
had
examined
it
.
So
,
placing
the
candle
with
great
caution
on
a
chair
,
she
seized
the
key
with
a
very
tremulous
hand
and
tried
to
turn
it
;
but
it
resisted
her
utmost
strength
.
Alarmed
,
but
not
discouraged
,
she
tried
it
another
way
;
a
bolt
flew
,
and
she
believed
herself
successful
;
but
how
strangely
mysterious
!
The
door
was
still
immovable
.
She
paused
a
moment
in
breathless
wonder
.
The
wind
roared
down
the
chimney
,
the
rain
beat
in
torrents
against
the
windows
,
and
everything
seemed
to
speak
the
awfulness
of
her
situation
.
To
retire
to
bed
,
however
,
unsatisfied
on
such
a
point
,
would
be
vain
,
since
sleep
must
be
impossible
with
the
consciousness
of
a
cabinet
so
mysteriously
closed
in
her
immediate
vicinity
.
Again
,
therefore
,
she
applied
herself
to
the
key
,
and
after
moving
it
in
every
possible
way
for
some
instants
with
the
determined
celerity
of
hope
’
s
last
effort
,
the
door
suddenly
yielded
to
her
hand
:
her
heart
leaped
with
exultation
at
such
a
victory
,
and
having
thrown
open
each
folding
door
,
the
second
being
secured
only
by
bolts
of
less
wonderful
construction
than
the
lock
,
though
in
that
her
eye
could
not
discern
anything
unusual
,
a
double
range
of
small
drawers
appeared
in
view
,
with
some
larger
drawers
above
and
below
them
;
and
in
the
centre
,
a
small
door
,
closed
also
with
a
lock
and
key
,
secured
in
all
probability
a
cavity
of
importance
.
Catherine
’
s
heart
beat
quick
,
but
her
courage
did
not
fail
her
.
With
a
cheek
flushed
by
hope
,
and
an
eye
straining
with
curiosity
,
her
fingers
grasped
the
handle
of
a
drawer
and
drew
it
forth
.
It
was
entirely
empty
.
With
less
alarm
and
greater
eagerness
she
seized
a
second
,
a
third
,
a
fourth
;
each
was
equally
empty
.
Not
one
was
left
unsearched
,
and
in
not
one
was
anything
found
.
Well
read
in
the
art
of
concealing
a
treasure
,
the
possibility
of
false
linings
to
the
drawers
did
not
escape
her
,
and
she
felt
round
each
with
anxious
acuteness
in
vain
.
The
place
in
the
middle
alone
remained
now
unexplored
;
and
though
she
had
“
never
from
the
first
had
the
smallest
idea
of
finding
anything
in
any
part
of
the
cabinet
,
and
was
not
in
the
least
disappointed
at
her
ill
success
thus
far
,
it
would
be
foolish
not
to
examine
it
thoroughly
while
she
was
about
it
.
”
It
was
some
time
however
before
she
could
unfasten
the
door
,
the
same
difficulty
occurring
in
the
management
of
this
inner
lock
as
of
the
outer
;
but
at
length
it
did
open
;
and
not
vain
,
as
hitherto
,
was
her
search
;
her
quick
eyes
directly
fell
on
a
roll
of
paper
pushed
back
into
the
further
part
of
the
cavity
,
apparently
for
concealment
,
and
her
feelings
at
that
moment
were
indescribable
.
Her
heart
fluttered
,
her
knees
trembled
,
and
her
cheeks
grew
pale
.
She
seized
,
with
an
unsteady
hand
,
the
precious
manuscript
,
for
half
a
glance
sufficed
to
ascertain
written
characters
;
and
while
she
acknowledged
with
awful
sensations
this
striking
exemplification
of
what
Henry
had
foretold
,
resolved
instantly
to
peruse
every
line
before
she
attempted
to
rest
.
The
dimness
of
the
light
her
candle
emitted
made
her
turn
to
it
with
alarm
;
but
there
was
no
danger
of
its
sudden
extinction
;
it
had
yet
some
hours
to
burn
;
and
that
she
might
not
have
any
greater
difficulty
in
distinguishing
the
writing
than
what
its
ancient
date
might
occasion
,
she
hastily
snuffed
it
.
Alas
!
It
was
snuffed
and
extinguished
in
one
.
A
lamp
could
not
have
expired
with
more
awful
effect
.
Catherine
,
for
a
few
moments
,
was
motionless
with
horror
.
It
was
done
completely
;
not
a
remnant
of
light
in
the
wick
could
give
hope
to
the
rekindling
breath
.
Darkness
impenetrable
and
immovable
filled
the
room
.
A
violent
gust
of
wind
,
rising
with
sudden
fury
,
added
fresh
horror
to
the
moment
.
Catherine
trembled
from
head
to
foot
.
In
the
pause
which
succeeded
,
a
sound
like
receding
footsteps
and
the
closing
of
a
distant
door
struck
on
her
affrighted
ear
.
Human
nature
could
support
no
more
.
A
cold
sweat
stood
on
her
forehead
,
the
manuscript
fell
from
her
hand
,
and
groping
her
way
to
the
bed
,
she
jumped
hastily
in
,
and
sought
some
suspension
of
agony
by
creeping
far
underneath
the
clothes
.
To
close
her
eyes
in
sleep
that
night
,
she
felt
must
be
entirely
out
of
the
question
.
With
a
curiosity
so
justly
awakened
,
and
feelings
in
every
way
so
agitated
,
repose
must
be
absolutely
impossible
.
The
storm
too
abroad
so
dreadful
!
She
had
not
been
used
to
feel
alarm
from
wind
,
but
now
every
blast
seemed
fraught
with
awful
intelligence
.
The
manuscript
so
wonderfully
found
,
so
wonderfully
accomplishing
the
morning
’
s
prediction
,
how
was
it
to
be
accounted
for
?
What
could
it
contain
?
To
whom
could
it
relate
?
By
what
means
could
it
have
been
so
long
concealed
?
And
how
singularly
strange
that
it
should
fall
to
her
lot
to
discover
it
!
Till
she
had
made
herself
mistress
of
its
contents
,
however
,
she
could
have
neither
repose
nor
comfort
;
and
with
the
sun
’
s
first
rays
she
was
determined
to
peruse
it
.
But
many
were
the
tedious
hours
which
must
yet
intervene
.
She
shuddered
,
tossed
about
in
her
bed
,
and
envied
every
quiet
sleeper
.
The
storm
still
raged
,
and
various
were
the
noises
,
more
terrific
even
than
the
wind
,
which
struck
at
intervals
on
her
startled
ear
The
very
curtains
of
her
bed
seemed
at
one
moment
in
motion
,
and
at
another
the
lock
of
her
door
was
agitated
,
as
if
by
the
attempt
of
somebody
to
enter
.
Hollow
murmurs
seemed
to
creep
along
the
gallery
,
and
more
than
once
her
blood
was
chilled
by
the
sound
of
distant
moans
.
Hour
after
hour
passed
away
,
and
the
wearied
Catherine
had
heard
three
proclaimed
by
all
the
clocks
in
the
house
before
the
tempest
subsided
or
she
unknowingly
fell
fast
asleep
.
The
housemaid
’
s
folding
back
her
window
-
shutters
at
eight
o
’
clock
the
next
day
was
the
sound
which
first
roused
Catherine
;
and
she
opened
her
eyes
,
wondering
that
they
could
ever
have
been
closed
,
on
objects
of
cheerfulness
;
her
fire
was
already
burning
,
and
a
bright
morning
had
succeeded
the
tempest
of
the
night
.
Instantaneously
,
with
the
consciousness
of
existence
,
returned
her
recollection
of
the
manuscript
;
and
springing
from
the
bed
in
the
very
moment
of
the
maid
’
s
going
away
,
she
eagerly
collected
every
scattered
sheet
which
had
burst
from
the
roll
on
its
falling
to
the
ground
,
and
flew
back
to
enjoy
the
luxury
of
their
perusal
on
her
pillow
.
She
now
plainly
saw
that
she
must
not
expect
a
manuscript
of
equal
length
with
the
generality
of
what
she
had
shuddered
over
in
books
,
for
the
roll
,
seeming
to
consist
entirely
of
small
disjointed
sheets
,
was
altogether
but
of
trifling
size
,
and
much
less
than
she
had
supposed
it
to
be
at
first
.
Her
greedy
eye
glanced
rapidly
over
a
page
.
She
started
at
its
import
.
Could
it
be
possible
,
or
did
not
her
senses
play
her
false
?
An
inventory
of
linen
,
in
coarse
and
modern
characters
,
seemed
all
that
was
before
her
!
If
the
evidence
of
sight
might
be
trusted
,
she
held
a
washing
-
bill
in
her
hand
.
She
seized
another
sheet
,
and
saw
the
same
articles
with
little
variation
;
a
third
,
a
fourth
,
and
a
fifth
presented
nothing
new
.
Shirts
,
stockings
,
cravats
,
and
waistcoats
faced
her
in
each
.
Two
others
,
penned
by
the
same
hand
,
marked
an
expenditure
scarcely
more
interesting
,
in
letters
,
hair
-
powder
,
shoe
-
string
,
and
breeches
-
ball
.
And
the
larger
sheet
,
which
had
enclosed
the
rest
,
seemed
by
its
first
cramp
line
,
“
To
poultice
chestnut
mare
”
—
a
farrier
’
s
bill
!
Such
was
the
collection
of
papers
(
left
perhaps
,
as
she
could
then
suppose
,
by
the
negligence
of
a
servant
in
the
place
whence
she
had
taken
them
)
which
had
filled
her
with
expectation
and
alarm
,
and
robbed
her
of
half
her
night
’
s
rest
!
She
felt
humbled
to
the
dust
.
Could
not
the
adventure
of
the
chest
have
taught
her
wisdom
?
A
corner
of
it
,
catching
her
eye
as
she
lay
,
seemed
to
rise
up
in
judgment
against
her
.
Nothing
could
now
be
clearer
than
the
absurdity
of
her
recent
fancies
.
To
suppose
that
a
manuscript
of
many
generations
back
could
have
remained
undiscovered
in
a
room
such
as
that
,
so
modern
,
so
habitable
!
—
Or
that
she
should
be
the
first
to
possess
the
skill
of
unlocking
a
cabinet
,
the
key
of
which
was
open
to
all
!
