Ambrosio had taken care to procure from the Porter the Key of the low door opening into the Cemetery.

Furnished with this, when all was silent in the Monastery, He quitted his Cell, and hastened to Matilda's.

She had left her bed, and was drest before his arrival.
'I have been expecting you with impatience,' said She; 'My life depends upon these moments.

Have you the Key ?' 'I have.' 'Away then to the garden.

We have no time to lose.