'I have,' said the man in black, 'and shall not press the matter. I can't help, however, repeating that she would make a capital lady abbess: she would keep the nuns in order, I warrant her; no easy matter! Break the glass against my mouth--he! he! How she would send the holy utensils flying at the nuns' heads occasionally, and just the person to wring the nose of Satan should he venture to appear one night in her cell in the shape of a handsome black man. No offence, madam, no offence, pray retain your seat,' said he, observing that Belle had started up; 'I mean no offence. Well, if you will not consent to be an abbess, perhaps you will consent to follow this young Zingaro, and to co-operate with him and us. I am a priest, madam, and can join you both in an instant, _connubio stabili_, as I suppose the knot has not been tied already.' 'Hold your mumping gibberish,' said Belle, 'and leave the dingle this moment, for though 't is free to every one, you have no right to insult me in it.' 'Pray be pacified,' said I to Belle, getting up, and placing myself between her and the man in black, 'he will presently leave, take my word for it--there, sit down again,' said I, as I led her to her seat; then, resuming my own, I said to the man in black: 'I advise you to leave the dingle as soon as possible.' 'I should wish to have your answer to my proposal first,' said he. 'Well, then, here you shall have it: I will not entertain your proposal; I detest your schemes: they are both wicked and foolish.' 'Wicked,' said the man in black, 'have they not--he! he!--the furtherance of religion in view?' 'A religion,' said I, 'in which you yourself do not believe, and which you contemn.'