CHARLES WATEKTON, ESQ. 



XI 



minutely the cicatrix on her left hand, upon which 

 I had placed my two fingers, with studied care and 

 gentleness. My sisters did the same. All this 

 time Father Capistrani had stood a little distance 

 from us in respectful comportment, and had never 

 opened his lips, except when a word or two of 

 information were required by us. 



We had now remained in the room a sufficient 

 length of time to satisfy both our curiosity and 

 our edification ; so I retired to the place where 

 Father Capistrani was standing, and after making 

 a respectful bow to the confessor, I thanked him, 

 in the Latin language, for his kindness and his 

 services to us on the present occasion. He bowed 

 lowly in his turn ; and then I beckoned to my 

 sisters, as much as to say, that it was time for 

 us to depart. 



We all took a long farewell of the Ecstatica, and 

 slowly left the room, with our faces turned to the 

 Tyrolean Virgin, and our eyes devotedly fixed upon 

 her; Father Capistrani holding the door open with 

 one hand, whilst he pressed the other to his breast, 

 as we departed from the room. 



The Ecstatica had now returned to the position 

 in which we had first observed her, and had fixed 

 her fine blue eyes upon the crucifix before her. 

 I was the last to descend the staircase, on which I 



