The other Monks followed his example, and the Abbot and Rosario were left without Observers.
For some minutes Ambrosio regarded his Attendant with a look of mingled pleasure and apprehension.

She was seated upon the side of the Bed, her head bending down, and as usual enveloped in the Cowl of her Habit.
'And you are still here, Matilda ?' said the Friar at length.

'Are you not satisfied with having so nearly effected my destruction, that nothing but a miracle could have saved me from the Grave?
Ah! surely Heaven sent that Serpent to punish....' Matilda interrupted him by putting her hand before his lips with an air of gaiety.
'Hush! Father, Hush! You must not talk!' 'He who imposed that order, knew not how interesting are the subjects on which I wish to speak.' 'But I know it, and yet issue the same positive command.

I am appointed your Nurse, and you must not disobey my orders.' 'You are in spirits, Matilda!' 'Well may I be so: I have just received a pleasure unexampled through my whole life.' 'What was that pleasure ?' 'What I must conceal from all, but most from you.' 'But most from me?
Nay then, I entreat you, Matilda....' 'Hush, Father! Hush! You must not talk.

But as you do not seem inclined to sleep, shall I endeavour to amuse you with my Harp ?' 'How?
I knew not that you understood Music.' 'Oh! I am a sorry Performer! Yet as silence is prescribed you for eight and forty hours, I may possibly entertain you, when wearied of your own reflections.