fresh　oil　for　the　Lamp；　by　which　they　had　been　sitting。　　Jacintha
  therefore　hastened　alone　to　Antonia's　assistance；　and　great　was
  her　amazement　to　find　her　extended　upon　the　floor。　　She　raised
  her　in　her　arms；　conveyed　her　to　her　apartment；　and　placed　her
  upon　the　Bed　still　senseless。　　She　then　proceeded　to　bathe　her
  temples；　chafe　her　hands；　and　use　all　possible　means　of　bringing
  her　to　herself。　　With　some　difficulty　She　succeeded。　　Antonia
  opened　her　eyes；　and　looked　round　her　wildly。
  'Where　is　She？'　She　cried　in　a　trembling　voice；　'Is　She　gone？　　Am
  I　safe？　　Speak　to　me！　　Comfort　me！　　Oh！　speak　to　me　for　God's
  sake！'
  'Safe　from　whom；　my　Child？'　replied　the　astonished　Jacintha；
  'What　alarms　you？　　Of　whom　are　you　afraid？'
  'In　three　days！　She　told　me　that　we　should　meet　in　three　days！　　I
  heard　her　say　it！　　I　saw　her；　Jacintha；　I　saw　her　but　this
  moment！'
  She　threw　herself　upon　Jacintha's　bosom。
  'You　saw　her？　　Saw　whom？'
  'My　Mother's　Ghost！'
  'Christ　Jesus！'　cried　Jacintha；　and　starting　from　the　Bed；　let
  fall　Antonia　upon　the　pillow；　and　fled　in　consternation　out　of
  the　room。
  As　She　hastened　down　stairs；　She　met　Flora　ascending　them。
  'Go　to　your　Mistress；　Flora；'　said　She；　'Here　are　rare　doings！
  Oh！　I　am　the　most　unfortunate　Woman　alive！　　My　House　is　filled
  with　Ghosts　and　dead　Bodies；　and　the　Lord　knows　what　besides；　Yet
  I　am　sure；　nobody　likes　such　company　less　than　I　do。　　But　go
  your　way　to　Donna　Antonia；　Flora；　and　let　me　go　mine。'
  Thus　saying；　She　continued　her　course　to　the　Street　door；　which
  She　opened；　and　without　allowing　herself　time　to　throw　on　her
  veil；　She　made　the　best　of　her　way　to　the　Capuchin　Abbey。　　In　the
  meanwhile；　Flora　hastened　to　her　Lady's　chamber；　equally
  surprized　and　alarmed　at　Jacintha's　consternation。　　She　found
  Antonia　lying　upon　the　bed　insensible。　　She　used　the　same　means
  for　her　recovery　that　Jacintha　had　already　employed；　But　finding
  that　her　Mistress　only　recovered　from　one　fit　to　fall　into
  another；　She　sent　in　all　haste　for　a　Physician。　　While　expecting
  his　arrival；　She　undrest　Antonia；　and　conveyed　her　to　Bed。
  Heedless　of　the　storm；　terrified　almost　out　of　her　senses；
  Jacintha　ran　through　the　Streets；　and　stopped　not　till　She
  reached　the　Gate　of　the　Abbey。　　She　rang　loudly　at　the　bell；　and
  as　soon　as　the　Porter　appeared；　She　desired　permission　to　speak
  to　the　Superior。　　Ambrosio　was　then　conferring　with　Matilda　upon
  the　means　of　procuring　access　to　Antonia。　　The　cause　of　Elvira's
  death　remaining　unknown；　He　was　convinced　that　crimes　were　not　so
  swiftly　followed　by　punishment；　as　his　Instructors　the　Monks　had
  taught　him；　and　as　till　then　He　had　himself　believed。　　This
  persuasion　made　him　resolve　upon　Antonia's　ruin；　for　the
  enjoyment　of　whose　person　dangers　and　difficulties　only　seemed　to
  have　increased　his　passion。　　The　Monk　had　already　made　one
  attempt　to　gain　admission　to　her　presence；　But　Flora　had　refused
  him　in　such　a　manner　as　to　convince　him　that　all　future
  endeavours　must　be　vain。　　Elvira　had　confided　her　suspicions　to
  that　trusty　Servant：　　She　had　desired　her　never　to　leave　Ambrosio
  alone　with　her　Daughter；　and　if　possible　to　prevent　their　meeting
  altogether。　　Flora　promised　to　obey　her；　and　had　executed　her
  orders　to　the　very　letter。　　Ambrosio's　visit　had　been　rejected
  that　morning；　though　Antonia　was　ignorant　of　it。　　He　saw　that　to
  obtain　a　sight　of　his　Mistress　by　open　means　was　out　of　the
  question；　and　both　Himself　and　Matilda　had　consumed　the　night；　in
  endeavouring　to　invent　some　plan；　whose　event　might　be　more
  successful。　　Such　was　their　employment；　when　a　Lay…Brother
  entered　the　Abbot's　Cell；　and　informed　him　that　a　Woman　calling
  herself　Jacintha　Zuniga　requested　audience　for　a　few　minutes。
  Ambrosio　was　by　no　means　disposed　to　grant　the　petition　of　his
  Visitor。　　He　refused　it　positively；　and　bad　the　Lay…Brother　tell
  the　Stranger　to　return　the　next　day。　　Matilda　interrupted　him。
  'See　this　Woman；'　said　She　in　a　low　voice；　'I　have　my　reasons。'
  The　Abbot　obeyed　her；　and　signified　that　He　would　go　to　the
  Parlour　immediately。　　With　this　answer　the　Lay…Brother
  withdrew。　　As　soon　as　they　were　alone　Ambrosio　enquired　why
  Matilda　wished　him　to　see　this　Jacintha。
  'She　is　Antonia's　Hostess；'　replied　Matilda；　'She　may　possibly　be
  of　use　to　you：　　but　let　us　examine　her；　and　learn　what　brings　her
  hither。'
  They　proceeded　together　to　the　Parlour；　where　Jacintha　was
  already　waiting　for　the　Abbot。　　She　had　conceived　a　great　opinion
  of　his　piety　and　virtue；　and　supposing　him　to　have　much　influence
  over　the　Devil；　thought　that　it　must　be　an　easy　matter　for　him　to
  lay　Elvira's　Ghost　in　the　Red　Sea。　　Filled　with　this　persuasion
  She　had　hastened　to　the　Abbey。　　As　soon　as　She　saw　the　Monk　enter
  the　Parlour；　She　dropped　upon　her　knees；　and　began　her　story　as
  follows。
  'Oh！　　Reverend　Father！　　Such　an　accident！　　Such　an　adventure！　I
  know　not　what　course　to　take；　and　unless　you　can　help　me；　I　shall
  certainly　go　distracted。　　Well；　to　be　sure；　never　was　Woman　so
  unfortunate；　as　myself！　　All　in　my　power　to　keep　clear　of　such
  abomination　have　I　done；　and　yet　that　all　is　too　little。　　What
  signifies　my　telling　my　beads　four　times　a　day；　and　observing
  every　fast　prescribed　by　the　Calendar？　　What　signifies　my　having
  made　three　Pilgrimages　to　St。　James　of　Compostella；　and　purchased
  as　many　pardons　from　the　Pope　as　would　buy　off　Cain's
  punishment？　　Nothing　prospers　with　me！　　All　goes　wrong；　and　God
  only　knows；　whether　any　thing　will　ever　go　right　again！　　Why　now；
  be　your　Holiness　the　Judge。　　My　Lodger　dies　in　convulsions；　Out
  of　pure　kindness　I　bury　her　at　my　own　expence；　（Not　that　She　is
  any　Relation　of　mine；　or　that　I　shall　be　benefited　a　single
  pistole　by　her　death：　　I　got　nothing　by　it；　and　therefore　you
  know；　reverend　Father；　that　her　living　or　dying　was　just　the　same
  to　me。　　But　that　is　nothing　to　the　purpose；　To　return　to　what　I
  was　saying；）　I　took　care　of　her　funeral；　had　every　thing
  performed　decently　and　properly；　and　put　myself　to　expence
  enough；　God　knows！　　And　how　do　you　think　the　Lady　repays　me　for
  my　kindness？　　Why　truly　by　refusing　to　sleep　quietly　in　her
  comfortable　deal　Coffin；　as　a　peaceable　well…disposed　Spirit
  ought　to　do；　and　coming　to　plague　me；　who　never　wish　to　set　eyes
  on　her　again。　　Forsooth；　it　well　becomes　her　to　go　racketing
  about　my　House　at　midnight；　popping　into　her　Daughter's　room
  through　the　Keyhole；　and　frightening　the　poor　Child　out　of　her
  wits！　　Though　She　be　a　Ghost；　She　might　be　more　civil　than　to
  bolt　into　a　Person's　House；　who　likes　her　company　so　little。　　But
  as　for　me；　reverend　Father；　the　plain　state　of　the　case　is　this：
  If　She　walks　into　my　House；　I　must　walk　out　of　it；　for　I　cannot
  abide　such　Visitors；　not　I！　　Thus　you　see；　your　Sanctity；　that
  without　your　assistance　I　am　ruined　and　undone　for　ever。　　I　shall
  be　obliged　to　quit　my　House；　Nobody　will　take　it；　when　'tis　known
  that　She　haunts　it；　and　then　I　shall　find　myself　in　a　fine
  situation！　　Miserable　Woman　that　I　am！　　What　shall　I　do！　　What
  will　become　of　me！'
  Here　She　wept　bitterly；　wrung　her　hands；　and　begged　to　know　the
  Abbot's　opinion　of　her　case。
  'In　truth；　good　Woman；'　replied　He；　'It　will　be　difficult　for　me
  to　relieve　you　without　knowing　what　is　the　matter　with　you。　　You
  have　forgotten　to　tell　me　what　has　happened；　and　what　it　is　you
  want。'
  'Let　me　die'　cried　Jacintha；　'but　your　Sanctity　is　in　the　right！
  This　then　is　the　fact　stated　briefly。　　A　lodger　of　mine　is　lately
  dead；　a　very　good　sort　of　Woman　that　I　must　needs　say　for　her　as
  far　as　my　knowledge　of　her　went；　though　that　was　not　a　great　way：
  She　kept　me　too　much　at　a　distance；　for　indeed　She　was　given　to
  be　upon　the　high　ropes；　and　whenever　I　ventured　to　speak　to　her；
  She　had　a　look　with　her　which　always　made　me　feel　a　little
  queerish；　God　forgive　me　for　saying　so。　　However；　though　She　was
  more　stately　than　needful；　and　affected　to　look　down　upon　me
  （Though　if　I　am　well　informed；　I　come　of　as　good　Parents　as　She
  could　do　for　her　ears；　for　her　Father　was　a　Shoe…maker　at
  Cordova；　and　Mine　was　an　Hatter　at　Madrid；　aye；　and　a　very
  creditable　Hatter　too；　let　me　tell　you；）　Yet　for　all　her　pride；
  She　was　a　quiet　well…behaved　Body；　and　I　never　wish　to　have　a
  better　Lodger。　　This　makes　me　wonder　the　more　at　her　not　sleeping
  quietly　in　her　Grave：　　But　there　is　no　trusting　to　people　in　this
  world！　　For　my　part；　I　never　saw　her　do　amiss；　except　on　the
  Friday　before　her　death。　　To　be　sure；　I　was　then　much　scandalized
  by　seeing　her　eat　the　wing　of　a　Chicken！　''How；　Madona　Flora！''
  quoth　I；　（Flora；　may　it　please　your　Reverence；　is　the　name　of　the
  waiting　Maid）''How；　Madona　Flora！''　quoth　I；　''Does　your
  Mistress　eat　flesh　upon　Fridays？　　Well！　　Well！　　See　the　event；
  and　then　remember　that　Dame　Jacintha　warned　you　of　it！''　　These
  were　my　very　words；　but　Alas！　　I　might　as　well　have　held　my
  tongue！　　Nobody　minded　me；　and　Flora；　who　is　somewhat　pert　and
  snappish；　（More　is　the　pity；　say　I）　told　me　that　there　was　no
  more　harm　in　eating　a　Chicken　than　the　egg　from　which　it　came。
  Nay；　She　even　declared　that　if　her　Lady　added　a　slice　of　bacon；
  She　would　not　be　an　inch　nearer　Damnation；　God　protect