now determined to pursue their plan, and by authority and entreaties induce her finally to accede to it.
"It is well," said Agnes, "it is well, but you have not thought of every thing."
"What have I not thought of?" replied Renzo.
"Perpetua! You have not thought of Perpetua. Do you believe that she would suffer Tony and his brother to enter? How then is it probable she would admit you and Lucy?"
"What shall we do?" said Renzo, pausing.
"I will tell you. I will go with you; I have a secret to tell her, which will engage her so that she will not see you. I will take her aside, and will touch such a chord—you shall see."
"Bless you!" exclaimed Renzo, "I have always said you were our best support."
"But all this will do no good," said Agnes, "if we cannot persuade Lucy, who obstinately persists that it is sinful."
Renzo made use of all his eloquence, but Lucy was not to be moved. "I know not what to say to your arguments," replied she. "I perceive that to do this, we shall degrade ourselves so far as to lie and deceive. Ah! Renzo, let us not so abase ourselves! I would be your wife" (and a blush diffused itself over her lovely countenance), "I would be your wife, but in the fear of God—at the altar. Let us trust in Him who is able to provide. Do you not think He will find a way to help us, far better than all this deception? And why make a mystery of it to Father Christopher?"
The contest still continued, when a trampling of sandals announced Father Christopher. Agnes had barely time to whisper in the ear of Lucy, "Be careful to tell him nothing," when the friar entered.
