XXI.

It was no mouse--but lo! a monk, arrayed[781] In cowl and beads, and dusky garb, appeared, Now in the moonlight, and now lapsed in shade, With steps that trod as heavy, yet unheard; His garments only a slight murmur made; He moved as shadowy as the Sisters weird,[782] But slowly; and as he passed Juan by, Glanced, without pausing, on him a bright eye.