The student, the mule, the model, and the porter pursued their way to the entrance of that part of the gloomy palace inhabited by Henry.

Here they were stopped, and Adam, after rummaging long in vain for the chamberlain's passport, at last happily discovered it, pinned to his sleeve, by Sibyll's forethought.

On this a gentleman was summoned to inspect the order, and in a few moments Adam was conducted to the presence of the illustrious prisoner.
"And what," said a subaltern officer, lolling by the archway of the (now styled) "Bloody Tower," hard by the turret devoted to the prisoner, [The Wakefield Tower] and speaking to Adam's guide, who still mounted guard by the model,--"what may be the precious burden of which thou art the convoy ?" "Marry, sir," said Hugh, who spoke in the strong Yorkshire dialect, which we are obliged to render into intelligible English--"marry, I weet not,--it is some curious puppet-box, or quiet contrivance, that Master Warner, whom they say is a very deft and ingenious personage, is permitted to bring hither for the Lord Henry's diversion." "A puppet-box!" said the officer, with much animated curiosity.

"'Fore the Mass! that must be a pleasant sight.

Lift the lid, fellow!" "Please your honour, I do not dare," returned Hugh,--"I but obey orders." "Obey mine, then.