He put a patch over his left eye, took his Guitar in hand, and posted himself at the Gate of the Convent.
'If Agnes is really confined in the Convent,' thought He, 'and hears my voice, She will recollect it, and possibly may find means to let me know that She is here.' With this idea He mingled with a crowd of Beggars who assembled daily at the Gate of St.Clare to receive Soup, which the Nuns were accustomed to distribute at twelve o'clock.

All were provided with jugs or bowls to carry it away; But as Theodore had no utensil of this kind, He begged leave to eat his portion at the Convent door.

This was granted without difficulty: His sweet voice, and in spite of his patched eye, his engaging countenance, won the heart of the good old Porteress, who, aided by a Lay-Sister, was busied in serving to each his Mess.

Theodore was bad to stay till the Others should depart, and promised that his request should then be granted.

The Youth desired no better, since it was not to eat Soup that He presented himself at the Convent.