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er St。 Ursula will espouse her cause most warmly。 In truth； She merits to have Friends； and I wish I could prevail upon you to consider her youth； and her peculiar situation。 She seems sensible of her fault； The excess of her grief proves her penitence； and I am convinced that her tears flow more from contrition than fear of punishment。 Reverend Mother； would you be persuaded to mitigate the severity of your sentence； would you but deign to overlook this first transgression； I offer myself as the pledge of her future conduct。'
'Overlook it； say you？ Mother Camilla； you amaze me！ What？ After disgracing me in the presence of Madrid's Idol； of the very Man on whom I most wished to impress an idea of the strictness of my discipline？ How despicable must I have appeared to the reverend Abbot！ No； Mother； No！ I never can forgive the insult。 I cannot better convince Ambrosio that I abhor such crimes； than by punishing that of Agnes with all the rigour of which our severe laws admit。 Cease then your supplications； They will all be unavailing。 My resolution is taken： Tomorrow Agnes shall be made a terrible example of my justice and resentment。'
The Mother Camilla seemed not to give up the point； but by this time the Nuns were out of hearing。 The Prioress unlocked the door which communicated with St。 Clare's Chapel； and having entered with her Companion； closed it again after them。
Matilda now asked； who was this Agnes with whom the Prioress was thus incensed； and what connexion She could have with Ambrosio。 He related her adventure； and He added； that since that time his ideas having undergone a thorough revolution； He now felt much compassion for the unfortunate Nun。
'I design；' said He； 'to request an audience of the Domina tomorrow； and use every means of obtaining a mitigation of her sentence。'
'Beware of what you do！' interrupted Matilda； 'Your sudden change of sentiment may naturally create surprize； and may give birth to suspicions which it is most our interest to avoid。 Rather； redouble your outward austerity； and thunder out menaces against the errors of others； the better to conceal your own。 Abandon the Nun to her fate。 Your interfering might be dangerous； and her imprudence merits to be punished： She is unworthy to enjoy Love's pleasures； who has not wit enough to conceal them。 But in discussing this trifling subject I waste moments which are precious。 The night flies apace； and much must be done before morning。 The Nuns are retired； All is safe。 Give me the Lamp； Ambrosio。 I must descend alone into these Caverns： Wait here； and if any one approaches； warn me by your voice； But as you value your existence； presume not to follow me。 Your life would fall a victim to your imprudent curiosity。'
Thus saying She advanced towards the Sepulchre； still holding her Lamp in one hand； and her little Basket in the other。 She touched the door： It turned slowly upon its grating hinges； and a narrow winding staircase of black marble presented itself to her eyes。 She descended it。 Ambrosio remained above； watching the faint beams of the Lamp as they still proceeded up the stairs。 They disappeared； and He found himself in total darkness。
Left to himself He could not reflect without surprize on the sudden change in Matilda's character and sentiments。 But a few days had past since She appeared the mildest and softest of her sex； devoted to his will； and looking up to him as to a superior Being。 Now She assumed a sort of courage and manliness in her manners and discourse but ill…calculated to please him。 She spoke no longer to insinuate； but command： He found himself unable to cope with her in argument； and was unwillingly obliged to confess the superiority of her judgment。 Every moment convinced him of the astonishing powers of her mind： But what She gained in the opinion of the Man； She lost with interest in the affection of the Lover。 He regretted Rosario； the fond； the gentle； and submissive： He grieved that Matilda preferred the virtues of his sex to those of her own； and when He thought of her expressions respecting the devoted Nun； He could not help blaming them as cruel and unfeminine。 Pity is a sentiment so natural； so appropriate to the female character； that it is scarcely a merit for a Woman to possess it； but to be without it is a grievous crime。 Ambrosio could not easily forgive his Mistress for being deficient in this amiable quality。 However； though he blamed her insensibility； He felt the truth of her observations； and though He pitied sincerely the unfortunate Agnes； He resolved to drop the idea of interposing in her behalf。
Near an hour had elapsed； since Matilda descended into the Caverns； Still She returned not。 Ambrosio's curiosity was excited。 He drew near the Staircase。 He listened。 All was silent； except that at intervals He caught the sound of Matilda's voice； as it wound along the subteraneous passages； and was re…echoed by the Sepulchre's vaulted roofs。 She was at too great a distance for him to distinguish her words； and ere they reached him they were deadened into a low murmur。 He longed to penetrate into this mystery。 He resolved to disobey her injunctions and follow her into the Cavern。 He advanced to the Staircase； He had already descended some steps when his courage failed him。 He remembered Matilda's menaces if He infringed her orders； and his bosom was filled with a secret unaccountable awe。 He returned up the stairs； resumed his former station； and waited impatiently for the conclusion of this adventure。
Suddenly He was sensible of a violent shock： An earthquake rocked the ground。 The Columns which supported the roof under which He stood were so strongly shaken； that every moment menaced him with its fall； and at the same moment He heard a loud and tremendous burst of thunder。 It ceased； and his eyes being fixed upon the Staircase； He saw a bright column of light flash along the Caverns beneath。 It was seen but for an instant。 No sooner did it disappear； than all was once more quiet and obscure。 Profound Darkness again surrounded him； and the silence of night was only broken by the whirring Bat； as She flitted slowly by him。
With every instant Ambrosio's amazement increased。 Another hour elapsed； after which the same light again appeared and was lost again as suddenly。 It was accompanied by a strain of sweet but solemn Music； which as it stole through the Vaults below； inspired the Monk with mingled delight and terror。 It had not long been hushed； when He heard Matilda's steps upon the Staircase。 She ascended from the Cavern； The most lively joy animated her beautiful features。
'Did you see any thing？' She asked。
'Twice I saw a column of light flash up the Staircase。'
'Nothing else？'
'Nothing。'
'The Morning is on the point of breaking。 Let us retire to the Abbey； lest daylight should betray us。'
With a light step She hastened from the burying…ground。 She regained her Cell； and the curious Abbot still accompanied her。 She closed the door； and disembarrassed herself of her Lamp and Basket。
'I have succeeded！' She cried； throwing herself upon his bosom： 'Succeeded beyond my fondest hopes！ I shall live； Ambrosio； shall live for you！ The step which I shuddered at taking proves to me a source of joys inexpressible！ Oh！ that I dared communicate those joys to you！ Oh！ that I were permitted to share with you my power； and raise you as high above the level of your sex； as one bold deed has exalted me above mine！'
'And what prevents you； Matilda？' interrupted the Friar； 'Why is your business in the Cavern made a secret？ Do you think me undeserving of your confidence？ Matilda； I must doubt the truth of your affection； while you have joys in which I am forbidden to share。'
'You reproach me with injustice。 I grieve sincerely that I am obliged to conceal from you my happiness。 But I am not to blame： The fault lies not in me； but in yourself； my Ambrosio！ You are still too much the Monk。 Your mind is enslaved by the prejudices of Education； And Superstition might make you shudder at the idea of that which experience has taught me to prize and value。 At present you are unfit to be trusted with a secret of such importance： But the strength of your judgment； and the curiosity which I rejoice to see sparkling in your eyes； makes me hope that you will one day deserve my confidence。 Till that period arrives； restrain your impatience。 Remember that you have given me your solemn oath never to enquire into this night's adventures。 I insist upon your keeping this oath： For though' She added smiling； while She sealed his lips with a wanton kiss； 'Though I forgive your breaking your vows to heaven； I expect you to keep your vows to me。'
The Friar returned the embrace which had set his blood on fire。 The luxurious and unbounded excesses of the former night were renewed； and they separated not till the Bell rang for Matins。
The same pleasures were frequently repeated。 The Monks rejoiced in the feigned Rosario's unexpected recovery； and none of them suspected his real sex。 The Abbot possessed his Mistress in tranquillity； and perceiving his frailty unsuspected； abandoned himself to his passions in full securit