As to the violences meditated by Carwin, and the means of eluding
them, the path to be taken by me was obvious. I resolved to tell
the tale to my brother and regulate myself by his advice. For this
end, when the morning was somewhat advanced, I took the way to his
house. My sister was engaged in her customary occupations. As
soon as I appeared, she remarked a change in my looks. I was not
willing to alarm her by the information which I had to communicate.
Her health was in that condition which rendered a disastrous tale
particularly unsuitable. I forbore a direct answer to her
inquiries, and inquired, in my turn, for Wieland.
"Why," said she, "I suspect something mysterious and unpleasant has
happened this morning. Scarcely had we risen when Pleyel dropped
among us. What could have prompted him to make us so early and so
unseasonable a visit I cannot tell. To judge from the disorder of
his dress, and his countenance, something of an extraordinary
nature has occurred. He permitted me merely to know that he had
slept none, nor even undressed, during the past night.
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