Accordingly the Duke raised the Latch, and passed into the adjoining Cemetery.

The Attendants followed without ceremony.
Lorenzo, being the last, was also on the point of quitting the Colonnade, when He saw the door of the Sepulchre opened softly.
Someone looked out, but on perceiving Strangers uttered a loud shriek, started back again, and flew down the marble Stairs.
'What can this mean ?' cried Lorenzo; 'Here is some mystery concealed.
Follow me without delay!' Thus saying, He hastened into the Sepulchre, and pursued the person who continued to fly before him.

The Duke knew not the cause of his exclamation, but supposing that He had good reasons for it, he followed him without hesitation.

The Others did the same, and the whole Party soon arrived at the foot of the Stairs.
The upper door having been left open, the neighbouring flames darted from above a sufficient light to enable Lorenzo's catching a glance of the Fugitive running through the long passages and distant Vaults: But when a sudden turn deprived him of this assistance, total darkness succeeded, and He could only trace the object of his enquiry by the faint echo of retiring feet.

The Pursuers were now compelled to proceed with caution: As well as they could judge, the Fugitive also seemed to slacken pace, for they heard the steps follow each other at longer intervals.