It was furnished with a chair, a small table, and a straw pallet.
The hours passed wearily with Viviana as they were marked by the deep-toned clock of the Collegiate Church, the tall tower of which fronted her window.

Oppressed by the most melancholy reflections, she was for some time a prey almost to despair.

On whatever side she looked, the prospect was equally cheerless, and her sole desire was that she might find a refuge from her cares in the seclusion of a convent.

For this she prayed,--and she prayed also that Heaven would soften the hearts of her oppressors, and enable those who suffered to endure their yoke with patience.

In the evening provisions were brought her, and placed upon the table, together with a lamp, by a surly looking gaoler.
But Viviana had no inclination to eat, and left them untouched.