Her malady seemed attended with strange circumstances; But She persisted in concealing its cause: Thanks to the Virgin, we were too ignorant to suspect it! Judge then what must have been our consternation, our horror, when She was delivered the next day of a stillborn Child, whom She immediately followed to the Grave.

How, Segnor?
Is it possible that your countenance expresses no surprize, no indignation?
Is it possible that your Sister's infamy was known to you, and that still She possessed your affection?
In that case, you have no need of my compassion.

I can say nothing more, except repeat my inability of obeying the orders of his Holiness.

Agnes is no more, and to convince you that what I say is true, I swear by our blessed Saviour, that three days have past since She was buried.' Here She kissed a small crucifix which hung at her girdle.

She then rose from her chair, and quitted the Parlour.