“Why surely you are not going away, reverend father?” cried she; “Did you not promise to pass the night in the haunted chamber? Christ Jesus! I shall be left alone with the ghost, and a fine pickle I shall be in by morning! Do all I could, say all I could, that obstinate old brute, Simon Gonzalez, refused to marry me today; and before tomorrow comes, I suppose, I shall be torn to pieces, by the ghosts, and goblins, and devils, and whatnot! For God’s sake, your holiness, do not leave me in such a woeful condition! On my bended knees I beseech you to keep your promise: watch this night in the haunted chamber; lay the apparition in the Red Sea, and Jacintha remembers you in her prayers to the last day of her existence!”