Lorenzo was in the chamber, endeavouring to reconcile his Friend to a misfortune which He felt himself but too severely.

Theodore related his adventure, and the hopes which had been created by the Mother St.Ursula's gift.

The Marquis started from his pillow: That fire which since the death of Agnes had been extinguished, now revived in his bosom, and his eyes sparkled with the eagerness of expectation.

The emotions which Lorenzo's countenance betrayed, were scarcely weaker, and He waited with inexpressible impatience for the solution of this mystery.

Raymond caught the basket from the hands of his Page: He emptied the contents upon the bed, and examined them with minute attention.