I had been passing alone, on horseback, and found myself within the view of the melancholy House Of Usher.
A valet, of stealthy step, thence conducted me, in silence, through many dark and intricate passages in my progress to the studio of his master. On one of the staircases I met the family physician.
We sat down, He spoke of the nature of his malady and he admitted, although with some hesitation, that much of it could be caused by Madeline's illness which would take her away from him.
In the days ensuing I was busied in earnest endeavors to alleviate the melancholy. We painted and read together, or I listened to the wild improvisations of his speaking guitar.
At the request of Usher, I personally aided him in the arrangements for the temporary entombment. the body having been en-coffined, we two alone bore it to it's rest.
There did stand the lofty and enshrouded figure of the lady Madeline of Usher. There was blood upon her white robes, and the evidence of some bitter struggle upon every portion of her emaciated frame. For a moment she remained trembling and reeling to and fro upon the threshold - then, with a low moaning cry, fell heavily inward upon the person of her brother.