departed this Life, and whom upon farther talk with him, he found to be
the same Lorenzo so often mentioned. Don Mario, it seems Uncle to
Lorenzo and Father to Leonora, had a private Door out of the Garden
belonging to his House into that of the Convent, which Door this Father
was now a going to open, that he and his Family might come and offer up
their Oraisons for the Soul of their Kinsman. Hippolito having informed
himself of as much as he could ask without suspicion, took his leave of
the Friar, not a little joyful at the Hopes he had by such unexpected
Means, of seeing his Beautiful Leonora: As soon as he was got at
convenient Distance from the Friar, (who 'tis like thought he had
return'd into the Convent to his Devotion) he turned back through a close
Walk which led him with a little Compass, to the same private Door, where
just before he had left the Friar, who now he saw was gone, and the Door
open.

He went into Don Mario's Garden, and walk'd round with much Caution and
Circumspection; for the Moon was then about to rise, and had already
diffused a glimmering Light, sufficient to distinguish a Man from a Tree.
By Computation now (which is a very remarkable Circumstance) Hippolito
entred this Garden near upon the same Instant, when Aurelian wandred into
the Old Monastery and found his Incognita in Distress. He was pretty
well acquainted with the Platform, and Sight of the Garden; for he had
formerly surveyed the Outside, and knew what part to make to if he should
be surpriz'd and driven to a precipitate Escape. He took his Stand
behind a well grown Bush of Myrtle, which, should the Moon shine brighter
than was required, had the Advantage to be shaded by the Indulgent Boughs
of an ancient Bay-Tree. He was delighted with the Choice he had made,
for he found a Hollow in the Myrtle, as if purposely contriv'd for the
Reception of one Person, who might undiscovered perceive all about him.
He looked upon it as a good Omen, that the Tree Consecrated to Venus was