"Yes; but the good Lord told him never to try it again,--and He struck him dumb, as a kind of hint, you know. Why, Father Anselmo said that even getting souls out of purgatory was no easy matter. He told us of one holy nun who spent nine years fasting and praying for the soul of her prince, who was killed in a duel, and then she saw in a vision that he was only raised the least little bit out of the fire,--and she offered up her life as a sacrifice to the Lord to deliver him, but, after all, when she died he wasn't quite delivered. Such things made me think that a poor old sinner like me would never get out at all, if I didn't set about it in earnest,--though it a'n't all nuns that save their souls either. I remember in Pisa I saw a great picture of the Judgment-Day in the Campo Santo, and there were lots of abbesses, and nuns, and monks, and bishops too, that the devils were clearing off into the fire." "Oh, Jocunda, how dreadful that fire must be!" "Yes," said Jocunda. "Father Anselmo said hell-fire wasn't like any kind of fire we have here,--made to warm us and cook our food,--but a kind made especially to torment body and soul, and not made for anything else. I remember a story he told us about that. You see, there was an old duchess that lived in a grand old castle,--and a proud, wicked old thing enough; and her son brought home a handsome young bride to the castle, and the old duchess was jealous of her,--'cause, you see, she hated to give up her place in the house, and the old family-jewels, and all the splendid things,--and so one time, when the poor young thing was all dressed up in a set of the old family-lace, what does the old hag do but set fire to it!" "How horrible!" said Agnes. "Yes; and when the young thing ran screaming in her agony, the old hag stopped her and tore off a pearl rosary that she was wearing, for fear it should be spoiled by the fire." "Holy Mother! can such things be possible?" said Agnes.