It was only separated from her Mother's by a Closet, in which Flora, the Waiting-Woman, generally slept.

Antonia sat upon a Sopha with her back towards the door, and read attentively.

She heard not his approach, till He had seated himself by her.

She started, and welcomed him with a look of pleasure: Then rising, She would have conducted him to the sitting-room; But Ambrosio taking her hand, obliged her by gentle violence to resume her place.

She complied without difficulty: She knew not that there was more impropriety in conversing with him in one room than another.