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.
XXII.
Juan was petrified; he had heard a hint