He told Jacintha that the Ghost existed nowhere but in her own brain, and that her insisting upon his staying all night in the House was ridiculous and useless.

Jacintha was obstinate: She was not to be convinced, and pressed him so urgently not to leave her a prey to the Devil, that at length He granted her request.

All this show of resistance imposed not upon Flora, who was naturally of a suspicious temper.

She suspected the Monk to be acting a part very contrary to his own inclinations, and that He wished for no better than to remain where He was.

She even went so far as to believe that Jacintha was in his interest; and the poor old Woman was immediately set down, as no better than a Procuress.
While She applauded herself for having penetrated into this plot against her Lady's honour, She resolved in secret to render it fruitless.
'So then,' said She to the Abbot with a look half-satirical and half indignant; 'So then you mean to stay here tonight?
Do so, in God's name! Nobody will prevent you.