The murder was attributed solely to the fugitive Nun, and no one suspected him to have persuaded her to the action.

But though his crime was unpunished by Man, God's justice permitted him not to enjoy in peace his blood-stained honours.

Her bones lying still unburied in the Cave, the restless soul of Beatrice continued to inhabit the Castle.

Drest in her religious habit in memory of her vows broken to heaven, furnished with the dagger which had drank the blood of her Paramour, and holding the Lamp which had guided her flying steps, every night did She stand before the Bed of Otto.

The most dreadful confusion reigned through the Castle; The vaulted chambers resounded with shrieks and groans; And the Spectre, as She ranged along the antique Galleries, uttered an incoherent mixture of prayers and blasphemies.