the most injurious suspicions.

"Nay, daughter," continued the nun, unmoved by the manner of the young
maiden; "you are unable to judge rightly of your own heart. You possess
a confidence in integrity of purpose, which is but a mental blindness on
your part."

"Of what am I accused? and wherefore am I brought hither?" asked Flora,
beginning to feel bewildered by the sophistry that characterized the
nun's discourse.

"Those who are interested in your welfare," replied the nun evasively,
"have consigned you to the care of persons devoted to the service of
Heaven, that your eyes may be opened to the vanity of the path which you
have been pursuing, but from which you are so happily rescued."

"And where am I? is this the Convent of the Carmelites? why was I
subjected to all the alarms--all the mental tortures through which I
have just passed?" demanded the young maiden, wildly and rapidly.

"Think not that we have acted toward you in a spirit of persecution,"
said the nun. "The mysteries which have alarmed you will be explained at
a future period, when your soul is prepared by penance,
self-mortification, and prayer to receive the necessary revelation. In
the meantime, ask no questions, forget the world, and resolve to embrace
a life devoted to the service of Heaven."

"To embrace a conventual existence!" almost shrieked the wretched girl.
"Oh! no, never!"

"Not many days will elapse ere your mind will undergo a salutary
change," said the nun, composedly. "But if you will follow me--as you
appear to be somewhat recovered--I will conduct you to your cell
adjoining the Chamber of Penitence."

Flora, perceiving that any further attempt to reason with the recluse
would be fruitlessly made, rose and followed her into a narrow, dark
passage, at the end of which was a door standing half open.

The nun extinguished her lamp, and led the way into a large apartment
hung with black. At the further end there was an altar, surmounted by a
crucifix of ebony, and lighted up with four wax candles, which only
served to render the gloom of the entire scene more apparent.

At the foot of the altar knelt five women, half naked, and holding
scourges in their hands.

"These are the penitents," whispered the nun to Flora. "Pause for a
moment and contemplate them."

A minute elapsed, during which the five penitents remained motionless as
statues, with their heads bowed upon their bosoms, and their hands
hanging down by their sides,