You had a message, you said.

Pray deliver it quickly.

Time presses, Cousin Wingfield.

Who sends messages to an exile like myself ?' 'Isabella de Siguenza, whom you cheated with a false marriage and abandoned,' I said.
He started from his chair and stood over me.
'What of her ?' he whispered fiercely.
'Only this, the monks walled her up alive with her babe.' 'Walled her up alive! Mother of God! how do you know that ?' 'I chanced to see it done, that is all.

She prayed me to tell you of her end and the child's, and that she died hiding your name, loving and forgiving.