"Never has a plan better succeeded. The sky was indeed overclouded; however, it was not so dark that we could not have discerned the objects at some distance; and we could clearly perceive that Don Antonio anxiously listened at every bush before he approached it, and that his steps grew slower and slower, the nearer he came to the wall of the church-yard. He brandished his sword to frighten away the spirits, and at length arrived at the gate of the church-yard. He opened it with a great noise, and shut it again in the same violent manner. He, at the same time, began to sing and to whistle with all his might, struck against all the crosses that came in his way; but soon lost his way, and stumbled over one tomb-stone after the other, which enabled us to steal into the chapel from the opposite side about ten minutes before his arrival. Having missed the large gate, it was almost impossible for him to come to the pew of theMarchioness,
