Your's is such a serious case, and I beg that you will go into the vestry, by the door behind this box, and wait a few minutes, till I bring you his decision," said Father Francisco.
I was all of a tremble, my face felt hot with blushes of shame and I longed to hide from observation for a few minutes, so I readily went into the vestry, as he had requested. It was a bare scantily furnished room, with a few chairs, a writing tabic covered with papers, and some priests' frocks and vestments hanging round the walls.
Presently the old priest who had accosted me on my first entering the church, came to conduct me to Father Francisco's room, but instead of that, I found myself in the cell of a convent, with the door locked behind me.
The worst fears assailed my frightened mind; I sank on my knees, calling on God and my husband to release me, crying and stamring in impotent rage by turns; this must have lasted an hour or two. Then a
