and at night he wanders away to the bleak mountains, where he passes whole hours playing that melancholy music, which almost breaks one's heart to hear."
"It does indeed," said Madeline with a deep sigh.
"Bless me, Mademoiselle, how pale you look; let me give you a glass of wine."
Madeline felt almost fainting, and took one in silence; after which, recovering a little, she begged Theresa to leave her—"I will lay down upon the bed (cried she), and try to rest myself till your father returns."
"Well, Mam'selle (said Theresa), since you desire it, I will bid you good night; but had I not better draw the window-curtains, and leave you a light?"
"No, (replied Madeline), I prefer the shadowy light of the moon to any other; good night, as soon as your father comes back, let me be called."
