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is voice must have been heard； He dared not refuse admittance to the Importuner： He strove to compose himself； and to hide his agitation。 Having in some degree succeeded； He drew back the bolt： The door opened； and Matilda appeared。
At this precise moment there was no one with whose presence He could better have dispensed。 He had not sufficient command over himself to conceal his vexation。 He started back； and frowned。
'I am busy；' said He in a stern and hasty tone； 'Leave me！'
Matilda heeded him not： She again fastened the door； and then advanced towards him with an air gentle and supplicating。
'Forgive me； Ambrosio；' said She； 'For your own sake I must not obey you。 Fear no complaints from me； I come not to reproach you with your ingratitude。 I pardon you from my heart； and since your love can no longer be mine； I request the next best gift； your confidence and friendship。 We cannot force our inclinations； The little beauty which you once saw in me has perished with its novelty； and if it can no longer excite desire； mine is the fault； not yours。 But why persist in shunning me？ Why such anxiety to fly my presence？ You have sorrows； but will not permit me to share them； You have disappointments； but will not accept my comfort； You have wishes； but forbid my aiding your pursuits。 'Tis of this which I complain； not of your indifference to my person。 I have given up the claims of the Mistress； but nothing shall prevail on me to give up those of the Friend。'
Her mildness had an instantaneous effect upon Ambrosio's feelings。
'Generous Matilda！' He replied； taking her hand； 'How far do you rise superior to the foibles of your sex！ Yes； I accept your offer。 I have need of an adviser； and a Confident： In you I find every needful quality united。 But to aid my pursuits 。 。 。 。 Ah！ Matilda； it lies not in your power！'
'It lies in no one's power but mine。 Ambrosio； your secret is none to me； Your every step； your every action has been observed by my attentive eye。 You love。'
'Matilda！'
'Why conceal it from me？ Fear not the little jealousy which taints the generality of Women： My soul disdains so despicable a passion。 You love； Ambrosio； Antonia Dalfa is the object of your flame。 I know every circumstance respecting your passion： Every conversation has been repeated to me。 I have been informed of your attempt to enjoy Antonia's person； your disappointment； and dismission from Elvira's House。 You now despair of possessing your Mistress； But I come to revive your hopes； and point out the road to success。'
'To success？ Oh！ impossible！'
'To them who dare nothing is impossible。 Rely upon me； and you may yet be happy。 The time is come； Ambrosio； when regard for your comfort and tranquillity compels me to reveal a part of my History； with which you are still unacquainted。 Listen； and do not interrupt me： Should my confession disgust you； remember that in making it my sole aim is to satisfy your wishes； and restore that peace to your heart which at present has abandoned it。 I formerly mentioned that my Guardian was a Man of uncommon knowledge： He took pains to instil that knowledge into my infant mind。 Among the various sciences which curiosity had induced him to explore； He neglected not that which by most is esteemed impious； and by many chimerical。 I speak of those arts which relate to the world of Spirits。 His deep researches into causes and effects； his unwearied application to the study of natural philosophy； his profound and unlimited knowledge of the properties and virtues of every gem which enriches the deep； of every herb which the earth produces； at length procured him the distinction which He had sought so long； so earnestly。 His curiosity was fully slaked； his ambition amply gratified。 He gave laws to the elements； He could reverse the order of nature； His eye read the mandates of futurity； and the infernal Spirits were submissive to his commands。 Why shrink you from me？ I understand that enquiring look。 Your suspicions are right； though your terrors are unfounded。 My Guardian concealed not from me his most precious acquisition。 Yet had I never seen YOU； I should never have exerted my power。 Like you I shuddered at the thoughts of Magic： Like you I had formed a terrible idea of the consequences of raising a daemon。 To preserve that life which your love had taught me to prize； I had recourse to means which I trembled at employing。 You remember that night which I past in St。 Clare's Sepulchre？ Then was it that； surrounded by mouldering bodies； I dared to perform those mystic rites which summoned to my aid a fallen Angel。 Judge what must have been my joy at discovering that my terrors were imaginary： I saw the Daemon obedient to my orders； I saw him trembling at my frown； and found that； instead of selling my soul to a Master； my courage had purchased for myself a Slave。'
'Rash Matilda！ What have you done？ You have doomed yourself to endless perdition； You have bartered for momentary power eternal happiness！ If on witchcraft depends the fruition of my desires； I renounce your aid most absolutely。 The consequences are too horrible： I doat upon Antonia； but am not so blinded by lust as to sacrifice for her enjoyment my existence both in this world and the next。'
'Ridiculous prejudices！ Oh！ blush； Ambrosio； blush at being subjected to their dominion。 Where is the risque of accepting my offers？ What should induce my persuading you to this step； except the wish of restoring you to happiness and quiet。 If there is danger； it must fall upon me： It is I who invoke the ministry of the Spirits； Mine therefore will be the crime； and yours the profit。 But danger there is none： The Enemy of Mankind is my Slave； not my Sovereign。 Is there no difference between giving and receiving laws； between serving and commanding？ Awake from your idle dreams； Ambrosio！ Throw from you these terrors so ill…suited to a soul like yours； Leave them for common Men； and dare to be happy！ Accompany me this night to St。 Clare's Sepulchre； witness my incantations； and Antonia is your own。'
'To obtain her by such means I neither can； or will。 Cease then to persuade me； for I dare not employ Hell's agency。
'You DARE not？ How have you deceived me！ That mind which I esteemed so great and valiant； proves to be feeble； puerile； and grovelling； a slave to vulgar errors； and weaker than a Woman's。'
'What？ Though conscious of the danger； wilfully shall I expose myself to the Seducer's arts？ Shall I renounce for ever my title to salvation？ Shall my eyes seek a sight which I know will blast them？ No； no； Matilda； I will not ally myself with God's Enemy。'
'Are you then God's Friend at present？ Have you not broken your engagements with him； renounced his service； and abandoned yourself to the impulse of your passions？ Are you not planning the destruction of innocence； the ruin of a Creature whom He formed in the mould of Angels？ If not of Daemons； whose aid would you invoke to forward this laudable design？ Will the Seraphims protect it； conduct Antonia to your arms； and sanction with their ministry your illicit pleasures？ Absurd！ But I am not deceived； Ambrosio！ It is not virtue which makes you reject my offer： You WOULD accept it； but you dare not。 'Tis not the crime which holds your hand； but the punishment； 'Tis not respect for God which restrains you； but the terror of his vengeance！ Fain would you offend him in secret； but you tremble to profess yourself his Foe。 Now shame on the coward soul； which wants the courage either to be a firm Friend or open Enemy！'
'To look upon guilt with horror； Matilda； is in itself a merit： In this respect I glory to confess myself a Coward。 Though my passions have made me deviate from her laws； I still feel in my heart an innate love of virtue。 But it ill becomes you to tax me with my perjury： You； who first seduced me to violate my vows； You； who first rouzed my sleeping vices； made me feel the weight of Religion's chains； and bad me be convinced that guilt had pleasures。 Yet though my principles have yielded to the force of temperament； I still have sufficient grace to shudder at Sorcery； and avoid a crime so monstrous； so unpardonable！'
'Unpardonable； say you？ Where then is your constant boast of the Almighty's infinite mercy？ Has He of late set bounds to it？ Receives He no longer a Sinner with joy？ You injure him； Ambrosio； You will always have time to repent； and He have goodness to forgive。 Afford him a glorious opportunity to exert that goodness： The greater your crime； the greater his merit in pardoning。 Away then with these childish scruples： Be persuaded to your good； and follow me to the Sepulchre。'
'Oh！ cease； Matilda！ That scoffing tone； that bold and impious language； is horrible in every mouth； but most so in a Woman's。 Let us drop a conversation which excites no other sentiments than horror and disgust。 I will not follow you to the Sepulchre； or accept the services of your infernal Agents。 Antonia shall be mine； but mine by human means。'
'Then yours She will never be！ You are banished her presence； Her Mother has opened her eyes to your designs； and She is now upon her guard against th