‘By no means, reverend Lady; They are of a delicate pea-green with flame-coloured hair and whiskers.’
‘Mother of God! Pea-green?’ exclaimed Sister Helena; ‘Oh! ‘tis impossible!’
‘Impossible?’ said the Porteress with a look of contempt and exultation: ‘Not at all: When I was a young Woman, I remember seeing several of them myself.’
Theodore now put his instrument in proper order. He had read the story of a King of England whose prison was discovered by a Minstrel; and He hoped that the same scheme would enable him to discover Agnes, should She be in the Convent. He chose a Ballad which She had taught him herself in the Castle of Lindenberg: She might possibly catch the sound, and He hoped to hear her replying to some of the Stanzas. His Guitar was now in tune, and He prepared to strike i
