the monk(僧侣)-第58部分

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Spectre；　it　must　be　your　Reverence。　　So　hither　I　came　in　all
diligence；　to　beg　that　you　will　sprinkle　my　House　with　holy
water；　and　lay　the　Apparition　in　the　Red　Sea。'

Ambrosio　stared　at　this　strange　story；　which　He　could　not　credit。

'Did　Donna　Antonia　also　see　the　Ghost？'　said　He。

'As　plain　as　I　see　you；　Reverend　Father！'

Ambrosio　paused　for　a　moment。　　Here　was　an　opportunity　offered
him　of　gaining　access　to　Antonia；　but　He　hesitated　to　employ　it。　
The　reputation　which　He　enjoyed　in　Madrid　was　still　dear　to　him；
and　since　He　had　lost　the　reality　of　virtue；　it　appeared　as　if
its　semblance　was　become　more　valuable。　　He　was　conscious　that
publicly　to　break　through　the　rule　never　to　quit　the
Abbey　precincts；　would　derogate　much　from　his　supposed　austerity。
In　visiting　Elvira；　He　had　always　taken　care　to　keep　his　features
concealed　from　the　Domestics。　　Except　by　the　Lady；　her　Daughter；
and　the　faithful　Flora；　He　was　known　in　the　Family　by　no　other
name　than　that　of　Father　Jerome。　　Should　He　comply　with
Jacintha's　request；　and　accompany　her　to　her　House；　He　knew　that
the　violation　of　his　rule　could　not　be　kept　a　secret。　　However；
his　eagerness　to　see　Antonia　obtained　the　victory：　He　even　hoped；
that　the　singularity　of　this　adventure　would　justify　him　in　the
eyes　of　Madrid：　　But　whatever　might　be　the　consequences；　He
resolved　to　profit　by　the　opportunity　which　chance　had　presented
to　him。　　An　expressive　look　from　Matilda　confirmed　him　in　this
resolution。

'Good　Woman；'　said　He　to　Jacintha；　'what　you　tell　me　is　so
extraordinary　that　I　can　scarcely　credit　your　assertions。　
However；　I　will　comply　with　your　request。　　Tomorrow　after　Matins
you　may　expect　me　at　your　House：　　I　will　then　examine　into　what　I
can　do　for　you；　and　if　it　is　in　my　power；　will　free　you　from　this
unwelcome　Visitor。　　Now　then　go　home；　and　peace　be　with　you！'

'Home？'　exclaimed　Jacintha；　'I　go　home？　　Not　I　by　my　troth！
except　under　your　protection；　I　set　no　foot　of　mine　within　the
threshold。　　God　help　me；　the　Ghost　may　meet　me　upon　the　Stairs；
and　whisk　me　away　with　her　to　the　devil！　　Oh！　　That　I　had
accepted　young　Melchior　Basco's　offer！　　Then　I　should　have　had
somebody　to　protect　me；　But　now　I　am　a　lone　Woman；　and　meet　with
nothing　but　crosses　and　misfortunes！　　Thank　Heaven；　it　is　not　yet
too　late　to　repent！　　There　is　Simon　Gonzalez　will　have　me　any　day
of　the　week；　and　if　I　live　till　daybreak；　I　will　marry　him　out
of　hand：　　An　Husband　I　will　have；　that　is　determined；　for　now
this　Ghost　is　once　in　my　House；　I　shall　be　frightened　out　of　my
wits　to　sleep　alone。　　But　for　God's　sake；　reverend　Father；　come
with　me　now。　I　shall　have　no　rest　till　the　House　is　purified；　or
the　poor　young　Lady　either。　　The　dear　Girl！　　She　is　in　a　piteous
taking：　　I　left　her　in　strong　convulsions；　and　I　doubt；　She　will
not　easily　recover　her　fright。'

The　Friar　started；　and　interrupted　her　hastily。

'In　convulsions；　say　you？　　Antonia　in　convulsions？　　Lead　on；　good
Woman！　　I　follow　you　this　moment！'

Jacintha　insisted　upon　his　stopping　to　furnish　himself　with　the
vessel　of　holy　water：　　With　this　request　He　complied。　　Thinking
herself　safe　under　his　protection　should　a　Legion　of　Ghosts
attack　her；　the　old　Woman　returned　the　Monk　a　profusion　of
thanks；　and　they　departed　together　for　the　Strada　di　San　Iago。

So　strong　an　impression　had　the　Spectre　made　upon　Antonia；　that
for　the　first　two　or　three　hours　the　Physician　declared　her　life
to　be　in　danger。　　The　fits　at　length　becoming　less　frequent
induced　him　to　alter　his　opinion。　　He　said　that　to　keep　her　quiet
was　all　that　was　necessary；　and　He　ordered　a　medicine　to　be
prepared　which　would　tranquillize　her　nerves；　and　procure　her
that　repose　which　at　present　She　much　wanted。　　The　sight　of
Ambrosio；　who　now　appeared　with　Jacintha　at　her　Bedside；
contributed　essentially　to　compose　her　ruffled　spirits。　　Elvira
had　not　sufficiently　explained　herself　upon　the　nature　of　his
designs；　to　make　a　Girl　so　ignorant　of　the　world　as　her　Daughter
aware　how　dangerous　was　his　acquaintance。　　At　this　moment；　when
penetrated　with　horror　at　the　scene　which　had　just　past；　and
dreading　to　contemplate　the　Ghost's　prediction；　her　mind　had　need
of　all　the　succours　of　friendship　and　religion；　Antonia　regarded
the　Abbot　with　an　eye　doubly　partial。　　That　strong　prepossession
in　his　favour　still　existed　which　She　had　felt　for　him　at　first
sight：　　She　fancied；　yet　knew　not　wherefore；　that　his　presence
was　a　safeguard　to　her　from　every　danger；　insult；　or　misfortune。　

She　thanked　him　gratefully　for　his　visit；　and　related　to　him　the
adventure；　which　had　alarmed　her　so　seriously。

The　Abbot　strove　to　reassure　her；　and　convince　her　that　the
whole　had　been　a　deception　of　her　overheated　fancy。　　The
solitude　in　which　She　had　passed　the　Evening；　the　gloom　of　night；
the　Book　which　She　had　been　reading；　and　the　Room　in　which　She
sat；　were　all　calculated　to　place　before　her　such　a　vision。　　He
treated　the　idea　of　Ghosts　with　ridicule；　and　produced　strong
arguments　to　prove　the　fallacy　of　such　a　system。　　His
conversation　tranquillized　and　comforted　her；　but　did　not
convince　her。　　She　could　not　believe　that　the　Spectre　had　been　a
mere　creature　of　her　imagination；　Every　circumstance　was
impressed　upon　her　mind　too　forcibly；　to　permit　her　flattering
herself　with　such　an　idea。　　She　persisted　in　asserting　that　She
had　really　seen　her　Mother's　Ghost；　had　heard　the　period　of　her
dissolution　announced　and　declared　that　She　never　should　quit
her　bed　alive。　　Ambrosio　advised　her　against　encouraging　these
sentiments；　and　then　quitted　her　chamber；　having　promised　to
repeat　his　visit　on　the　morrow。　　Antonia　received　this　assurance
with　every　mark　of　joy：　　But　the　Monk　easily　perceived　that　He
was　not　equally　acceptable　to　her　Attendant。　　Flora　obeyed
Elvira's　injunctions　with　the　most　scrupulous　observance。　　She
examined　every　circumstance　with　an　anxious　eye　likely　in　the
least　to　prejudice　her　young　Mistress；　to　whom　She　had　been
attached　for　many　years。　　She　was　a　Native　of　Cuba；　had　followed
Elvira　to　Spain；　and　loved　the　young　Antonia　with　a　Mother's
affection。　　Flora　quitted　not　the　room　for　a　moment　while　the
Abbot　remained　there：　　She　watched　his　every　word；　his　every
look；　his　every　action。　　He　saw　that　her　suspicious　eye　was
always　fixed　upon　him；　and　conscious　that　his　designs　would　not
bear　inspection　so　minute；　He　felt　frequently　confused　and
disconcerted。　　He　was　aware　that　She　doubted　the　purity　of　his
intentions；　that　She　would　never　leave　him　alone　with　Antonia；
and　his　Mistress　defended　by　the　presence　of　this　vigilant
Observer；　He　despaired　of　finding　the　means　to　gratify　his
passion。

As　He　quitted　the　House；　Jacintha　met　him；　and　begged　that　some
Masses　might　be　sung　for　the　repose　of　Elvira's　soul；　which　She
doubted　not　was　suffering　in　Purgatory。　　He　promised　not　to
forget　her　request；　But　He　perfectly　gained　the　old　Woman's
heart　by　engaging　to　watch　during　the　whole　of　the　approaching
night　in　the　haunted　chamber。　　Jacintha　could　find　no　terms
sufficiently　strong　to　express　her　gratitude；　and　the　Monk
departed　loaded　with　her　benedictions。

It　was　broad　day　when　He　returned　to　the　Abbey。　　His　first　care
was　to　communicate　what　had　past　to　his　Confident。　　He　felt　too
sincere　a　passion　for　Antonia　to　have　heard　unmoved　the
prediction　of　her　speedy　death；　and　He　shuddered　at　the　idea　of
losing　an　object　so　dear　to　him。　　Upon　this　head　Matilda
reassured　him。　　She　confirmed　the　arguments　which　Himself　had
already　used：　　She　declared　Antonia　to　have　been　deceived　by　the
wandering　of　her　brain；　by　the　Spleen　which　opprest　her　at　the
moment；　and　by　the　natural　turn　of　her　mind　to　superstition；　and
the　marvellous。　　As　to　Jacintha's　account；　the　absurdity　refuted
itself；　The　Abbot　hesitated　not　to　believe　that　She　had
fabricated　the　whole　story；　either　confused　by　terror；　or　hoping
to　make　him　comply　more　readily　with　her　request。　　Having
overruled　the　Monk's　apprehensions；　Matilda　continued　thus。

'The　prediction　and　the　Ghost　are　equally　false；　But　it　must　be
your　care；　Ambrosio；　to　verify　the　first。　Antonia　within　three
days　must　indeed　be　dead　to　the　world；　But　She　must　live　for　you。

Her　present　illness；　and　this　fancy　which　She　has　taken　into　her
head；　will　colour　a　plan　which　I　have　long　meditated；　but　which
was　impracticable　without　your　procuring　access　to　Antonia。　　She
shall　be　yours；　not　for　a　single　night；　but　for　ever。　　All　the
vigilance　of　her　Duenna　shall　not　avail　her：　　You　shall　riot
unrestrained　in　the　charms　of　your　Mistress。　　This　very　day　must
the　scheme　be　put　in　execution；　for　you　have　no　time　to　lose。　
The　Nephew　of　the　Duke　of　Medina　Celi　prepares　to　demand　Antonia
for　his　Bride：　　In　a　few　days　She　will　be　removed　to　the　Palace
of　her　Relation；　the　Marquis　de　las　Cisternas；　and　there　She　will
be　secure　from　your　attempts。　　Thus　during　your　absence　have　I
been　informed　by　my　Spies；　who　are　ever　employed　in　bringing　me
intelligence　for　your　service。　　Now　then　listen　to　me。　　There　is
a　juice　extracted　from　certain　herbs；　known　but　to　few；　which
brings　on　the　Person　who　drinks　it　the　exact　image　of　Death。　　Let
this　be　administered　to　Antonia：　　You　may　easily　find　means　to
pour　a　few　drops　into　her　medicine。　　The　effect　will　be　throwing
her　into　strong　convulsions　for　an　hour：　　After　which　her　blood
will　gradually　cease　to　flow；　and　heart　to　beat；　A　mortal
paleness　will　spread　itself　over　her　features；　and　She　will
appear　a　Corse　to　every　eye。　　She　has　no　Friends　about　her：　　You
may　charge　yourself　unsuspected　with　the　superintendence　of　her
funeral；　and　cause　her　to　be　buried　in　the　Vaults　of　St。　Clare。　
Their　solitude　and　easy　access　render　these　Caverns　favourable　to
your　designs。　　Give　Antonia　the　soporific　draught　this　Evening：
Eight　and　forty　hours　after　She　has　drank　it；　Life　will　revive　to
her　bosom。　　She　will　then　be　absolutely　in　your　power：　　She　will
find　all　resistance　unavailing；　and　necessity　will　compel　her　to
receive　you　in　her　arms。'

'Antonia　will　be　in　my　power！'　exclaimed　the　Monk；　'Matilda；　you
transport　me！　　At　length　then；　happiness　will　be　mine；　and　that
happiness　will　be　Matil