She raised her in her arms, conveyed her to her apartment, and placed her upon the Bed still senseless.

She then proceeded to bathe her temples, chafe her hands, and use all possible means of bringing her to herself.

With some difficulty She succeeded.
Antonia opened her eyes, and looked round her wildly.
'Where is She ?' She cried in a trembling voice; 'Is She gone?
Am I safe?
Speak to me! Comfort me! Oh! speak to me for God's sake!' 'Safe from whom, my Child ?' replied the astonished Jacintha; 'What alarms you?
Of whom are you afraid ?' 'In three days! She told me that we should meet in three days! I heard her say it! I saw her, Jacintha, I saw her but this moment!' She threw herself upon Jacintha's bosom.
'You saw her?
Saw whom ?' 'My Mother's Ghost!' 'Christ Jesus!' cried Jacintha, and starting from the Bed, let fall Antonia upon the pillow, and fled in consternation out of the room.
As She hastened down stairs, She met Flora ascending them.
'Go to your Mistress, Flora,' said She; 'Here are rare doings! Oh! I am the most unfortunate Woman alive! My House is filled with Ghosts and dead Bodies, and the Lord knows what besides; Yet I am sure, nobody likes such company less than I do.

But go your way to Donna Antonia, Flora, and let me go mine.' Thus saying, She continued her course to the Street door, which She opened, and without allowing herself time to throw on her veil, She made the best of her way to the Capuchin Abbey.

In the meanwhile, Flora hastened to her Lady's chamber, equally surprized and alarmed at Jacintha's consternation.