The uneasiness which this account gave Ambrosio was not trifling: Yet He determined that Matilda should have her own way for that night: But that if her situation did not mend by the morning, he would insist upon her taking the advice of Father Pablos.
He did not find himself inclined to sleep.

He opened his casement, and gazed upon the moonbeams as they played upon the small stream whose waters bathed the walls of the Monastery.

The coolness of the night breeze and tranquillity of the hour inspired the Friar's mind with sadness.

He thought upon Matilda's beauty and affection; Upon the pleasures which He might have shared with her, had He not been restrained by monastic fetters.

He reflected, that unsustained by hope her love for him could not long exist; That doubtless She would succeed in extinguishing her passion, and seek for happiness in the arms of One more fortunate.