What; Ho! Mother St.Agatha!' 'Father! By all that is sacred, by all that is most dear to you, I supplicate, I entreat....' 'Release me! I will not hear you.

Where is the Domina?
Mother St.
Agatha, where are you ?' The door of the Vestry opened, and the Prioress entered the Chapel, followed by her Nuns.
'Cruel! Cruel!' exclaimed Agnes, relinquishing her hold.
Wild and desperate, She threw herself upon the ground, beating her bosom and rending her veil in all the delirium of despair.

The Nuns gazed with astonishment upon the scene before them.

The Friar now presented the fatal paper to the Prioress, informed her of the manner in which he had found it, and added, that it was her business to decide, what penance the delinquent merited.
While She perused the letter, the Domina's countenance grew inflamed with passion.

What! Such a crime committed in her Convent, and made known to Ambrosio, to the Idol of Madrid, to the Man whom She was most anxious to impress with the opinion of the strictness and regularity of her House! Words were inadequate to express her fury.