Oh! That we had such weather here as they had at Udolpho, or at least in Tuscany and the south of France! — the night that poor St. Aubin died! — such beautiful weather!”

but such distressing cirucumstances for St. Aubert, who I am sure, was not minding the weather.

And the only weather report I could find in Udolpho on the day of St. Aubert's death was [Emily] opened her casement, looked out upon the woods, bright with the morning sun, and inspired the pure air, her mind was soothed.