The superstition of my Parents, supported by the representations of my cruel Aunt, leaves me no hope of softening them to compassion.

In this dilemma I have resolved to commit myself to your honour: God grant that you may never give me cause to repent my resolution! Flight is my only resource from the horrors of a Convent, and my imprudence must be excused by the urgency of the danger.

Now listen to the plan by which I hope to effect my escape.
'We are now at the thirtieth of April.

On the fifth day from this the Visionary Nun is expected to appear.

In my last visit to the Convent I provided myself with a dress proper for the character: A Friend, whom I have left there and to whom I made no scruple to confide my secret, readily consented to supply me with a religious habit.