"A love that is founded on, and fostered by ambition is a sin," replied the nun. "Marriage is doubtless an institution ordained by Heaven; but it becomes a curse, and is repulsive to all pious feelings, when it unites those whose passion is made up of sensuality and selfishness." "You dare not impute such base considerations to me!" exclaimed Flora, her cheeks again flushing, but with the glow of conscious innocence shamefully outraged by 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."