With this injunction Antonia promised to comply.
Ambrosio hastened to his Cell.

He closed the door after him, and threw himself upon the bed in despair.

The impulse of desire, the stings of disappointment, the shame of detection, and the fear of being publicly unmasked, rendered his bosom a scene of the most horrible confusion.
He knew not what course to pursue.

Debarred the presence of Antonia, He had no hopes of satisfying that passion which was now become a part of his existence.

He reflected that his secret was in a Woman's power: He trembled with apprehension when He beheld the precipice before him, and with rage, when He thought that had it not been for Elvira, He should now have possessed the object of his desires.