For some days I continued to work in the Convent Garden without meeting the Object of my disguise: On the fourth Morning I was more successful.

I heard the voice of Agnes, and was speeding towards the sound, when the sight of the Domina stopped me.

I drew back with caution, and concealed myself behind a thick clump of Trees.
The Prioress advanced and seated herself with Agnes on a Bench at no great distance.

I heard her in an angry tone blame her Companion's continual melancholy: She told her that to weep the loss of any Lover in her situation was a crime; But that to weep the loss of a faithless one was folly and absurdity in the extreme.

Agnes replied in so low a voice that I could not distinguish her words, but I perceived that She used terms of gentleness and submission.