from the interview he demanded, Marie had said to the Senora, to whose care she had been intrusted—­“He need not seek me to obtain this information.  For my husband’s sake alone I concealed the faith in which I glory.  Let Father Francis remove a sliding panel beneath the tapestry behind the couch in my sleeping apartment, and he will find not only all he seeks, but the surest proof of my husband’s care and tenderness for me, unbeliever though he might deem me.”

The discovery of this secret closet, Don Felix continued, had caused much marvel throughout the court.  Where Morales had found her, or how he could have reconciled his conscience not only to make her his wife, but permit her the free exercise of a religion accursed in the sight both of God and man, under his own roof, were questions impossible to solve, or reconcile with the character of orthodox Catholicism he had so long borne.  The examination had been conducted with the church’s usual secrecy; the volumes of heresy and unbelief (it did not signify that the word of God was amongst them) burnt; the silver lamps and other ornaments melted down, to enrich, by an image of the virgin, the church of St. Francis; the recess itself purified with incense and sprinkled with holy water; the sign of the cross deeply burnt in the walls; and the panel which formed the secret entrance firmly fastened up, that its very existence should be forgotten.  The matter, however, Don Felix added, was not publicly spoken of, as both the King and Queen, in conjunction with the Sub-Prior, seemed to wish all that had passed, in which Donna Marie was concerned, should be gradually forgotten.  Don Ferdinand’s vast possessions had, in consequence of his widow’s being an unbeliever, and so having no power to inherit, reverted to the crown; but in case of Marie’s conversion, of which Don Felix appeared to entertain little doubt, the greater part would be restored to her.  Till then, Marie was kept in strict confinement in the palace; but all harsher measures Isabella had resolved to avoid.

This intelligence relieved Stanley’s mind of one painful dread, while it unconsciously increased his wish to live.  Marie free! a Catholic! what could come between them then?  Must she not love him, else why seek to save him?  And then again the mystery darkened round her.  A wild suspicion as to the real reason of her having wedded Ferdinand, had flitted across his mind; but the words of Estaban so minutely repeated, seemed to banish it entirely; they alluded but to her husband’s forbearing tenderness, felt the more intensely from its being extended by a zealous Catholic to one of a race usually so contemned and hated.  In vain he tried to reconcile the seeming inconsistency of her conduct; his thoughts only became the more confused and painful, till even the remembrance of her self-devotion lost its power to soothe or to allay them.