I will presently show thee a vestiary more suited to thy condition." The poor young woman hung down her humbled head, and turned from the chapel door which she had approached with the deep sense of self abasement.

Her little spaniel seemed to gather from his mistress's looks and manner that they were unauthorised intruders on the holy ground which they trode, and hung his ears, and swept the pavement with his tail, as he trotted slowly and close to Louise's heels.
The monk moved on without a pause.

They descended a broad flight of steps, and proceeded through a labyrinth of subterranean passages, dimly lighted.

As they passed a low arched door, the monk turned and said to Louise, with the same stern voice as before: "There, daughter of folly--there is a robing room, where many before you have deposited their vestments." Obeying the least signal with ready and timorous acquiescence, she pushed the door open, but instantly recoiled with terror.

It was a charnel house, half filled with dry skulls and bones.
"I fear to change my dress there, and alone.