d was, by turns, in the hands of many more, whose Virtue and
Discretion was Infallible, and out of Doubt; besides, her Aunt being the
Lady _Abbess_, she had greater privilege than the rest; so that she had
no more to do, she thought, than to acquaint _Henault_ with her Design,
as soon as she should get an opportunity. Which was not quickly; but, in
the mean time, _Isabella's_ Father dy'd, which put some little stop to
our Lover's Happiness, and gave her a short time of Grief; but Love,
who, while he is new and young, can do us Miracles, soon wip'd her Eyes,
and chas'd away all Sorrows from her Heart, and grew every day more and
more impatient, to put her new Design in Execution, being every day more
resolv'd. Her Father's Death had remov'd one Obstacle, and secur'd her
from his Reproaches; and now she only wants Opportunity, first, to
acquaint _Henault_, and then to fly.

She waited not long, all things concurring to her desire; for
_Katteriena_ falling sick, she had the good luck, as she call'd it then,
to entertain _Henault_ at the _Grate_ oftentimes alone; the first moment
she did so, she entertain'd him with the good News, and told him, She
had at last vanquish'd her Heart in favour of him, and loving him above
all things, Honour, her Vow or Reputation, had resolv'd to abandon her
self wholly to him, to give her self up to love and serve him, and that
she had no other Consideration in the World; but _Henault_, instead of
returning her an Answer, all Joy and Satisfaction, held down his Eyes,
and Sighing, with a dejected Look, he cry'd, 'Ah, Madam! Pity a Man so
wretched and undone, as not to be sensible of this Blessing as I ought.'
She grew pale at this Reply, and trembling, expected he would proceed:
''Tis not (continued he) that I want Love, tenderest Passion, and all
the desire Youth and Love can inspire; But, Oh, Madam! when I consider,
(for raving mad in Love as I am for your sake, I do consider) that if I
should take you from this Repose, Nobly Born and Educated, as you are;
and, for that Act, should find a rigid Father deprive me of all that
ought to support you, and afford your Birth, Beauty, and Merits, their
due, what would you say? How would you Reproach me?' He sighing,
expected her Answer, when Blushes overspreading her Face, she reply'd,
in a Tone all haughty and angry, 'Ah, _Henault_! Am I then refus'd,
after having abandon'd all things for you? Is it thus, you reward my
Sacrific'd Honour, Vows, and Vi