he would vent her Griefs in the most deplorable manner, that
a distress'd distracted Maid could do, and which, in spite of all her
severe Penances, she found no abatement of.

At last _Henault_ came again to the _Monastery_, and, with a Look as gay
as he could possibly assume, he saw his Sister, and told her, He had
gain'd an absolute Victory over his Heart; and desir'd, he might see
_Isabella_, only to convince, both her, and _Katteriena_, that he was no
longer a Lover of that fair Creature, that had so lately charm'd him;
that he had set Five thousand Pounds a Year, against a fruitless
Passion, and found the solid Gold much the heavier in the Scale: And he
smil'd, and talk'd the whole Day of indifferent things, with his Sister,
and ask'd no more for _Isabella_; nor did _Isabella_ look, or ask, after
him, but in her Heart. Two Months pass'd in this Indifference, till it
was taken notice of, that Sister _Isabella_ came not to the _Grate_,
when _Henault_ was there, as she us'd to do; this being spoken to Dame
_Katteriena_, she told it to _Isabella_, and said, 'The _NUNS_ would
believe, there was some Cause for her Absence, if she did not appear
again': That if she could trust her Heart, she was sure she could trust
her Brother, for he thought no more of her, she was confident; this, in
lieu of pleasing, was a Dagger to the Heart of _Isabella_, who thought
it time to retrieve the flying Lover, and therefore told _Katteriena_,
She would the next Day entertain at the Low _Grate_, as she was wont to
do, and accordingly, as soon as any People of Quality came, she appear'd
there, where she had not been two Minutes, but she saw the lovely
_Henault_, and it was well for both, that People were in the Room, they
had else both sufficiently discover'd their Inclinations, or rather
their not to be conceal'd Passions; after the General Conversation was
over, by the going away of the Gentlemen that were at the _Grate_,
_Katteriena_ being employ'd elsewhere, _Isabella_ was at last left alone
with _Henault_; but who can guess the Confusion of these two Lovers, who
wish'd, yet fear'd, to know each others Thoughts? She trembling with a
dismal Apprehension, that he lov'd no more; and he almost dying with
fear, she should Reproach or Upbraid him with his Presumption; so that
both being possess'd with equal Sentiments of Love, Fear, and Shame,
they both stood fix'd with dejected Looks and Hearts, that heav'd with
stifled Sighs. At last, _Isabe