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, _Isabella_, the softer and tender-hearted of the two, tho’ not the most a Lover perhaps, not being able to contain her Love any longer within the bounds of Dissimulation or Discretion, being by Nature innocent, burst out into Tears, and all fainting with pressing Thoughts within, she fell languishly into a Chair that stood there, while the distracted _Henault_, who could not come to her Assistance, and finding Marks of Love, rather than Anger or Disdain, in that Confusion of _Isabella’s_, throwing himself on his Knees at the _Grate_, implor’d her to behold him, to hear him, and to pardon him, who dy’d every moment for her, and who ador’d her with a violent Ardor; but yet,