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.