The Lady then retires to her chamber, and is quiet for another five years.' 'And you believe this, Agnes ?' 'How can you ask such a question?
No, no, Alphonso! I have too much reason to lament superstition's influence to be its Victim myself.
However I must not avow my incredulity to the Baroness: She entertains not a doubt of the truth of this History.

As to Dame Cunegonda, my Governess, She protests that fifteen years ago She saw the Spectre with her own eyes.

She related to me one evening how She and several other Domestics had been terrified while at Supper by the appearance of the Bleeding Nun, as the Ghost is called in the Castle: 'Tis from her account that I drew this sketch, and you may be certain that Cunegonda was not omitted.

There She is! I shall never forget what a passion She was in, and how ugly She looked while She scolded me for having made her picture so like herself!' Here She pointed to a burlesque figure of an old Woman in an attitude of terror.
In spite of the melancholy which oppressed me, I could not help smiling at the playful imagination of Agnes: She had perfectly preserved Dame Cunegonda's resemblance, but had so much exaggerated every fault, and rendered every feature so irresistibly laughable, that I could easily conceive the Duenna's anger.
'The figure is admirable, my dear Agnes! I knew not that you possessed such talents for the ridiculous.' 'Stay a moment,' She replied; 'I will show you a figure still more ridiculous than Dame Cunegonda's.

If it pleases you, you may dispose of it as seems best to yourself.' She rose, and went to a Cabinet at some little distance.