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But, one Night, when they were retir'd to their Chamber, amongst a
thousand things that they spoke of, to pass away a tedious Evening, they
talk'd of Pictures and Likenesses, and _Katteriena_ told _Isabella_,
that before she was a _Nun_, in her more happy days, she was so like her
Brother _Bernardo Henault_, (who was the same that visited them every
day) that she would, in Men's Clothes, undertake, she should not have
known one from t'other, and fetching out his _Picture_, she had in a
Dressing-Box, she threw it to _Isabella_, who, at the first sight of it,
turns as pale as Ashes, and, being ready to swound, she bid her take it
away, and could not, for her Soul, hide the sudden surprise the
_Picture_ brought: _Katteriena_ had too much Wit, not to make a just
Interpretation of this Change, and (as a Woman) was naturally curious to
pry farther, tho' Discretion should have made her been silent, for
Talking, in such cases, does but make the Wound rage the more; 'Why, my
dear Sister, (said _Katteriena_) is the likeness of my Brother so
offensive to you?' _Isabella_ found by this, she had discover'd too
much, and that Thought put her by all power of excusing it; she was
confounded with Shame, and the more she strove to hide it, the more it
disorder'd her; so that she (blushing extremely) hung down her Head,
sigh'd, and confess'd all by her Looks. At last, after a considering
Pause, she cry'd, 'My dearest Sister, I do confess, I was surpriz'd at
the sight of Monsieur _Henault_, and much more than ever you have
observ'd me to be at the sight of his Person, because there is scarce a
day wherein I do not see that, and know beforehand I shall see him; I am
prepar'd for the Encounter, and have lessen'd my Concern, or rather
Confusion, by that time I come to the _Grate_, so much Mistress I am of
my Passions, when they give me warning of their approach, and sure I can
withstand the greatest assaults of Fate, if I can but foresee it; but if
it surprize me, I find I am as feeble a Woman, as the most unresolv'd;
you did not tell me, you had this Picture, nor say, you would shew me
such a Picture; but when I least expect to see that Face, you shew it
me, even in my Chamber.'

'Ah, my dear Sister! (reply'd _Katteriena_) I believe, that Paleness,
and those Blushes, proceed from some other cause, than the Nicety of
seeing the Picture of a Man in your Chamber':

'You have too much Wit, (reply'd _Isabella_) to be impos'd on by such an
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