But you would not care to see all this ?"* * Note F.Witchcraft.
"Why, I am not afraid," answered the poor Baronet,--"if--that is--does anything--any great mischiefs, happen on such occasions ?" "Bah! mischiefs?
no!--sometimes if de circle be no quite just, or de beholder be de frightened coward, and not hold de sword firm and straight towards him, de Great Hunter will take his advantage, and drag him exorcist out of de circle and throttle him.

Dat does happens." "Well then, Dousterswivel, with every confidence in my courage and your skill, we will dispense with this apparition, and go on to the business of the night." "With all mine heart--it is just one thing to me--and now it is de time--hold you de sword till I kindle de little what you call chip." Dousterswivel accordingly set fire to a little pile of chips, touched and prepared with some bituminous substance to make them burn fiercely; and when the flame was at the highest, and lightened, with its shortlived glare, all the ruins around, the German flung in a handful of perfumes which produced a strong and pungent odour.

The exorcist and his pupil both were so much affected as to cough and sneeze heartily; and, as the vapour floated around the pillars of the building, and penetrated every crevice, it produced the same effect on the beggar and Lovel.
"Was that an echo ?" said the Baronet, astonished at the sternutation which resounded from above; "or"-- drawing close to the adept, "can it be the spirit you talked of, ridiculing our attempt upon his hidden treasures ?" "N--n--no," muttered the German, who began to partake of his pupil's terrors, "I hope not." Here a violent of sneezing, which the mendicant was unable to suppress, and which could not be considered by any means as the dying fall of an echo, accompanied by a grunting half-smothered cough, confounded the two treasure-seekers.

"Lord have mercy on us!" said the Baronet.
"Alle guten Geistern loben den Herrn!" ejaculated the terrified adept.
"I was begun to think," he continued, after a moment's silence, "that this would be de bestermost done in de day-light--we was bestermost to go away just now." "You juggling villain!" said the Baronet, in whom these expressions awakened a suspicion that overcame his terrors, connected as it was with the sense of desperation arising from the apprehension of impending ruin--"you juggling mountebank! this is some legerdemain trick of yours to get off from the performance of your promise, as you have so often done before.

But, before Heaven! I will this night know what I have trusted to when I suffered you to fool me on to my ruin! Go on, then--come fairy, come fiend, you shall show me that treasure, or confess yourself a knave and an impostor, or, by the faith of a desperate and ruined man, I'll send you where you shall see spirits enough." The treasure-finder, trembling between his terror for the supernatural beings by whom he supposed himself to be surrounded, and for his life, which seemed to be at the mercy of a desperate man, could only bring out, "Mine patron, this is not the allerbestmost usage.