“In truth, Christoval, we shall do no such thing. The nuns are always veiled.”

“No! No! I know better. On entering a place of worship, they ever take off their veils from respect to the saint to whom ’tis dedicated. But hark! They are coming! Silence, silence! Observe, and be convinced.”

“Good!” said Lorenzo to himself; “I may possibly discover to whom the vows are addressed of this mysterious stranger.”