Violante；　as　well　as　two　more；　had　fallen　victims　to　the　popular
  rage。　　The　three　Others　who　in　Council　had　supported　the　Domina's
  sentence；　were　severely　reprimanded；　and　banished　to　religious
  Houses　in　obscure　and　distant　Provinces：　　Here　they　languished
  away　a　few　years；　ashamed　of　their　former　weakness；　and　shunned
  by　their　Companions　with　aversion　and　contempt。
  Nor　was　the　fidelity　of　Flora　permitted　to　go　unrewarded。　Her
  wishes　being　consulted；　She　declared　herself　impatient　to　revisit
  her　native　land。　　In　consequence；　a　passage　was　procured　for　her
  to　Cuba；　where　She　arrived　in　safety；　loaded　with　the　presents　of
  Raymond　and　Lorenzo。
  The　debts　of　gratitude　discharged；　Agnes　was　at　liberty　to　pursue
  her　favourite　plan。　　Lodged　in　the　same　House；　Lorenzo　and
  Virginia　were　eternally　together。　The　more　He　saw　of　her；　the
  more　was　He　convinced　of　her　merit。　　On　her　part；　She　laid
  herself　out　to　please；　and　not　to　succeed　was　for　her　impossible。
  Lorenzo　witnessed　with　admiration　her　beautiful　person；　elegant
  manners；　innumerable　talents；　and　sweet　disposition：　　He　was　also
  much　flattered　by　her　prejudice　in　his　favour；　which　She　had　not
  sufficient　art　to　conceal。　　However；　his　sentiments　partook　not
  of　that　ardent　character　which　had　marked　his　affection　for
  Antonia。　　The　image　of　that　lovely　and　unfortunate　Girl　still
  lived　in　his　heart；　and　baffled　all　Virginia's　efforts　to
  displace　it。　　Still　when　the　Duke　proposed　to　him　the　match；
  which　He　wished　to　earnestly　to　take　place；　his　Nephew　did　not
  reject　the　offer。　　The　urgent　supplications　of　his　Friends；　and
  the　Lady's　merit　conquered　his　repugnance　to　entering　into　new
  engagements。　He　proposed　himself　to　the　Marquis　de　Villa…　Franca；
  and　was　accepted　with　joy　and　gratitude。　　Virginia　became　his
  Wife；　nor　did　She　ever　give　him　cause　to　repent　his　choice。　　His
  esteem　increased　for　her　daily。　　Her　unremitted　endeavours　to
  please　him　could　not　but　succeed。　　His　affection　assumed　stronger
  and　warmer　colours。　　Antonia's　image　was　gradually　effaced　from
  his　bosom；　and　Virginia　became　sole　Mistress　of　that　heart；　which
  She　well　deserved　to　possess　without　a　Partner。
  The　remaining　years　of　Raymond　and　Agnes；　of　Lorenzo　and
  Virginia；　were　happy　as　can　be　those　allotted　to　Mortals；　born　to
  be　the　prey　of　grief；　and　sport　of　disappointment。　　The　exquisite
  sorrows　with　which　they　had　been　afflicted；　made　them　think
  lightly　of　every　succeeding　woe。　　They　had　felt　the　sharpest
  darts　in　misfortune's　quiver；　Those　which　remained　appeared　blunt
  in　comparison。　　Having　weathered　Fate's　heaviest　Storms；　they
  looked　calmly　upon　its　terrors：　or　if　ever　they　felt　Affliction's
  casual　gales；　they　seemed　to　them　gentle　as　Zephyrs　which
  breathe　over　summer…seas。
  CHAPTER　V
  He　was　a　fell　despightful　Fiend：
  Hell　holds　none　worse　in　baleful　bower　below：
  By　pride；　and　wit；　and　rage；　and　rancor　keened；
  Of　Man　alike；　if　good　or　bad　the　Foe。
  Thomson。
  On　the　day　following　Antonia's　death；　all　Madrid　was　a　scene　of
  consternation　and　amazement。　　An　Archer　who　had　witnessed　the
  adventure　in　the　Sepulchre　had　indiscreetly　related　the
  circumstances　of　the　murder：　　He　had　also　named　the　Perpetrator。
  The　confusion　was　without　example　which　this　intelligence　raised
  among　the　Devotees。　　Most　of　them　disbelieved　it；　and　went
  themselves　to　the　Abbey　to　ascertain　the　fact。　　Anxious　to　avoid
  the　shame　to　which　their　Superior's　ill…conduct　exposed　the　whole
  Brotherhood；　the　Monks　assured　the　Visitors　that　Ambrosio　was
  prevented　from　receiving　them　as　usual　by　nothing　but　illness。
  This　attempt　was　unsuccessful：　　The　same　excuse　being　repeated
  day　after　day；　the　Archer's　story　gradually　obtained　confidence。
  His　Partizans　abandoned　him：　　No　one　entertained　a　doubt　of　his
  guilt；　and　they　who　before　had　been　the　warmest　in　his　praise
  were　now　the　most　vociferous　in　his　condemnation。
  While　his　innocence　or　guilt　was　debated　in　Madrid　with　the
  utmost　acrimony；　Ambrosio　was　a　prey　to　the　pangs　of　conscious
  villainy；　and　the　terrors　of　punishment　impending　over　him。　　When
  He　looked　back　to　the　eminence　on　which　He　had　lately　stood；
  universally　honoured　and　respected；　at　peace　with　the　world　and
  with　himself；　scarcely　could　He　believe　that　He　was　indeed　the
  culprit　whose　crimes　and　whose　fate　He　trembled　to　envisage。
  But　a　few　weeks　had　elapsed；　since　He　was　pure　and　virtuous；
  courted　by　the　wisest　and　noblest　in　Madrid；　and　regarded　by　the
  People　with　a　reverence　that　approached　idolatry：　　He　now　saw
  himself　stained　with　the　most　loathed　and　monstrous　sins；　the
  object　of　universal　execration；　a　Prisoner　of　the　Holy　Office；
  and　probably　doomed　to　perish　in　tortures　the　most　severe。　　He
  could　not　hope　to　deceive　his　Judges：　　The　proofs　of　his　guilt
  were　too　strong。　　His　being　in　the　Sepulchre　at　so　late　an　hour；
  his　confusion　at　the　discovery；　the　dagger　which　in　his　first
  alarm　He　owned　had　been　concealed　by　him；　and　the　blood　which　had
  spirted　upon　his　habit　from　Antonia's　wound；　sufficiently　marked
  him　out　for　the　Assassin。　　He　waited　with　agony　for　the　day　of
  examination：　　He　had　no　resource　to　comfort　him　in　his　distress。
  Religion　could　not　inspire　him　with　fortitude：　If　He　read　the
  Books　of　morality　which　were　put　into　his　hands；　He　saw　in　them
  nothing　but　the　enormity　of　his　offences；　If　he　attempted　to
  pray；　He　recollected　that　He　deserved　not　heaven's　protection；
  and　believed　his　crimes　so　monstrous　as　to　baffle　even　God's
  infinite　goodness。　　For　every　other　Sinner　He　thought　there
  might　be　hope；　but　for　him　there　could　be　none。　　Shuddering　at
  the　past；　anguished　by　the　present；　and　dreading　the　future；　thus
  passed　He　the　few　days　preceding　that　which　was　marked　for　his
  Trial。
  That　day　arrived。　　At　nine　in　the　morning　his　prison　door　was
  unlocked；　and　his　Gaoler　entering；　commanded　him　to　follow　him。
  He　obeyed　with　trembling。　　He　was　conducted　into　a　spacious　Hall；
  hung　with　black　cloth。　At　the　Table　sat　three　grave；
  stern…looking　Men；　also　habited　in　black：　　One　was　the　Grand
  Inquisitor；　whom　the　importance　of　this　cause　had　induced　to
  examine　into　it　himself。　　At　a　smaller　table　at　a　little　distance
  sat　the　Secretary；　provided　with　all　necessary　implements　for
  writing。　　Ambrosio　was　beckoned　to　advance；　and　take　his　station
  at　the　lower　end　of　the　Table。　　As　his　eye　glanced　downwards；　He
  perceived　various　iron　instruments　lying　scattered　upon　the
  floor。　　Their　forms　were　unknown　to　him；　but　apprehension
  immediately　guessed　them　to　be　engines　of　torture。　　He　turned
  pale；　and　with　difficulty　prevented　himself　from　sinking　upon　the
  ground。
  Profound　silence　prevailed；　except　when　the　Inquisitors　whispered
  a　few　words　among　themselves　mysteriously。　　Near　an　hour　past
  away；　and　with　every　second　of　it　Ambrosio's　fears　grew　more
  poignant。　　At　length　a　small　Door；　opposite　to　that　by　which　He
  had　entered　the　Hall；　grated　heavily　upon　its　hinges。　　An　Officer
  appeared；　and　was　immediately　followed　by　the　beautiful　Matilda。
  Her　hair　hung　about　her　face　wildly；　Her　cheeks　were　pale；　and
  her　eyes　sunk　and　hollow。　She　threw　a　melancholy　look　upon
  Ambrosio：　　He　replied　by　one　of　aversion　and　reproach。　　She　was
  placed　opposite　to　him。　　A　Bell　then　sounded　thrice。　　It　was　the
  signal　for　opening　the　Court；　and　the　Inquisitors　entered　upon
  their　office。
  In　these　trials　neither　the　accusation　is　mentioned；　or　the　name
  of　the　Accuser。　　The　Prisoners　are　only　asked；　whether　they　will
  confess：　　If　they　reply　that　having　no　crime　they　can　make　no
  confession；　they　are　put　to　the　torture　without　delay。　　This　is
  repeated　at　intervals；　either　till　the　suspected　avow　themselves
  culpable；　or　the　perseverance　of　the　examinants　is　worn　out　and
  exhausted：　But　without　a　direct　acknowledgment　of　their　guilt；
  the　Inquisition　never　pronounces　the　final　doom　of　its　Prisoners。
  In　general　much　time　is　suffered　to　elapse　without　their　being
  questioned：　　But　Ambrosio's　trial　had　been　hastened；　on　account
  of　a　solemn　Auto　da　Fe　which　would　take　place　in　a　few　days；　and
  in　which　the　Inquisitors　meant　this　distinguished　Culprit　to
  perform　a　part；　and　give　a　striking　testimony　of　their　vigilance。
  The　Abbot　was　not　merely　accused　of　rape　and　murder：　　The　crime
  of　Sorcery　was　laid　to　his　charge；　as　well　as　to　Matilda's。　　She
  had　been　seized　as　an　Accomplice　in　Antonia's　assassination。　　On
  searching　her　Cell；　various　suspicious　books　and　instruments　were
  found　which　justified　the　accusation　brought　against　her。　　To
  criminate　the　Monk；　the　constellated　Mirror　was　produced；　which
  Matilda　had　accidentally　left　in　his　chamber。　The　strange　figures
  engraved　upon　it　caught　the　attention　of　Don　Ramirez；　while
  searching　the　Abbot's　Cell：　　In　consequence；　He　carried　it　away
  with　him。　　It　was　shown　to　the　Grand　Inquisitor；　who　having
  considered　it　for　some　time；　took　off　a　small　golden　Cross　which
  hung　at　his　girdle；　and　laid　it　upon　the　Mirror。　Instantly　a　loud
  noise　was　heard；　resembling　a　clap　of　thunder；　and　the　steel
  shivered　into　a　thousand　pieces。　This　circumstance　confirmed　the
  suspicion　of　the　Monk's　having　dealt　in　Magic：　　It　was　even
  supposed　that　his　former　influ