As He stood in hesitation, He heard the melancholy shriek of the screech-Owl: The wind rattled loudly against the windows of the adjacent Convent, and as the current swept by him, bore with it the faint notes of the chaunt of Choristers.

He opened the door cautiously, as if fearing to be overheard: He entered; and closed it again after him.

Guided by his Lamp, He threaded the long passages, in whose windings Matilda had instructed him, and reached the private Vault which contained his sleeping Mistress.
Its entrance was by no means easy to discover: But this was no obstacle to Ambrosio, who at the time of Antonia's Funeral had observed it too carefully to be deceived.

He found the door, which was unfastened, pushed it open, and descended into the dungeon.

He approached the humble Tomb in which Antonia reposed.