What to do?
When I found that I was a prisoner it gave me a sort of wild feeling. I rushed up and down the stairs, trying to open every door and peering out of every window I could find. But after a little while I could feel nothing but the certainty that I was helpless. When I look back after a few hours I think I must have been mad for a while, because I behaved like a rat in a trap.
However, when I finally understood that I was helpless I sat down quietly, as quietly as I have ever done anything in my life. I began to think over what was the pxbest thing to do. I am still thinking, and so far I have not come to any definite conclusion. I am only certain of one thing. It is useless telling the Count what I think. He knows very well that I am a prisoner, because he is the one who has imprisoned me. No doubt he has his own motives for it, and he would only lie to me if I trusted him with the facts.