o this hostile sorcerer, the king should beat
his enemies, why, then, Friar Bungey is not so powerless as your
Grace holds him. I have said--Porkey verbey!--Figilabo et conabo--et
perspirabo--et hungerabo--pro vos et vestros, Amen!"

The duchess was struck by this eloquent appeal; but more and more
convinced of the dread science of Adam by the evident apprehensions
of the redoubted Bungey, and firmly persuaded that she could bribe or
induce the former to turn a science that would otherwise be hostile into
salutary account, she contented herself with a few words of conciliation
and compliment, and summoning the attendants who had followed her,
bade them take up the various members of the Eureka (for Adam clearly
demonstrated that he would not depart without them) and conducted the
philosopher to a lofty chamber, fitted up for the defunct astrologer.

Hither, in a short time, Alwyn had the happiness of leading Sibyll,
and witnessing the delighted reunion of the child and father. And then,
after he had learned the brief details of their abduction, he related
how, baffled in all attempt to trace their clew, he had convinced
himself that either the duchess or Bungey was the author of the snare,
returned to the Tower, shown the king's warrant, learned that an old
man and a young female had indeed been admitted into the fortress, and
hurried at once to the duchess, who, surprised at his narration and
complaint, and anxious to regain the services of Warner, had accompanied
him at once to the friar.

"And though," added the goldsmith, "I could indeed procure you lodgings
more welcome to ye elsewhere, yet it is well to win the friendship of
the duchess, and royalty is ever an ill foe. How came ye to quit the
palace?"

Sibyll changed countenance, and her father answered gravely, "We
incurred the king's displeasure, and the excuse was the popular hatred
of me and the Eureka."

"Heaven made the people, and the devil makes three-fourths of what is
popular!" bluntly said the man of the middle class, ever against both
extremes.

"And how," asked Sibyll, "how, honoured and true friend, didst thou
obtain the king's warrant, and learn the snare into which we had
fallen?"

This time it was Alwyn who changed countenance. He mused a moment,
and then frankly answering, "Thou must thank Lord Hastings," gave the
explanation already known to the reader.

But the grateful tears this relation called forth from Sibyll, her
clasped hands,