"This spot I will not quit!—no aid will I receive—on this cold marble will I die—except you promise to give up such an intention—except you swear, solemnly swear, within those consecrated walls, never to divulge to mortal ear the author of my injuries."
"My dearest lady, (cried Agatha, terrified by her expressions), though to see vengeance executed on the wretch who attempted to take away your life, would rejoice my very soul, I will do but what you please; I will promise what you wish."
"Swear then!" exclaimed the Countess.
"I do, (replied Agatha) by all my hopes of happiness here and hereafter, to lock within my heart, from every human ear, all I know concerning this black transaction."
"And you, Madeline (resumed the Countess), must do the same."
"She knows not (said Agatha, interrupting her lady) by whom the atrocious deed has been committed."
"Thank Heaven! (cried the Countess)
