Elvira was too justly incensed to grant the pardon which He requested.

She protested that She would raise the neighbourhood, and make him an example to all future Hypocrites.

Then hastening to the Bed, She called to Antonia to wake; and finding that her voice had no effect, She took her arm, and raised her forcibly from the pillow.

The charm operated too powerfully.
Antonia remained insensible, and on being released by her Mother, sank back upon the pillow.
'This slumber cannot be natural!' cried the amazed Elvira, whose indignation increased with every moment.

'Some mystery is concealed in it; But tremble, Hypocrite; all your villainy shall soon be unravelled! Help! Help!' She exclaimed aloud; 'Within there! Flora! Flora!' 'Hear me for one moment, Lady!' cried the Monk, restored to himself by the urgency of the danger; 'By all that is sacred and holy, I swear that your Daughter's honour is still unviolated.