"Yes, Isabella," cried Manfred imperiously; "I want Isabella."

"My Lord," replied Matilda, who perceived how much his behaviour
had shocked her mother, "she has not been with us since your
Highness summoned her to your apartment."

"Tell me where she is," said the Prince; "I do not want to know
where she has been."

"My good Lord," says Hippolita, "your daughter tells you the truth:
Isabella left us by your command, and has not returned since;--but,
my good Lord, compose yourself: retire to your rest: this dismal
day has disordered you. Isabella shall wait your orders in the
morning."

"What, then, you know where she is!" cried Manfred. "Tell me
directly, for I will not lose an instant--and you, woman," speaking
to his wife, "order your chaplain to attend me forthwith."

"Isabella," said Hippolita calmly, "is retired, I suppose, to her
chamber: she is not accustomed to watch at this late hour.
Gracious my Lord," continued she, "let me know what has disturbed
you. Has Isabella offended you?"

"Trouble me not with questions," said Manfred, "but tell me where
she is."

"Matilda shall call her," said the Princess. "Sit down, my Lord,
and resume your wonted fortitude."