But at this moment there appeared in the rays of the lantern a black figure, which had entered by the breach in the wall.

Aurelia whispered a few words to her watchman, whose religion was the same as hers, and at once he dropped to his knees.
'Peace be with you, good brother,' said the monk, in his feeble voice, as he drew a lantern from beneath his cloak.

You may not accompany us; but have no fear.

The way is short.' Forthwith he turned, and Aurelia, holding Veranilda's hand, followed where he lighted the way.

For a few minutes they pursued a level path, then, passing between myrtles, began to descend the seaward slope.