he was about to repeat the pull, when a very small wicket was opened (for the inside of the gates were lined with wood) and the meagre face of an old man appeared, who demanded, in a deep, feeble voice, "Who was there?"
"A wearied and unfortunate traveller, (replied Ferdinand) who entreats rest and refreshment."
"I fear (replied the man) neither can be obtained here."
"Is not this a convent?" asked Ferdinand.
"No (answered the other) there is a convent about five miles to the right of the valley you have passed."
"What then is this place?"
"Once a castle, now a heap of ruins!"
"Yet it is inhabited it seems, and I am really so overcome with fatigue, that if you can procure me entrance, I shall be most truly thankful to rest an hour."
"I will inquire," said the man, and withdrew.
