As Quentin did not immediately answer, the door, which was a slight one, was forced open from without, and the intruder, announced by his peculiar dialect to be the Bohemian, Hayraddin Maugrabin, entered the apartment.

A phial which he held in his hand, touched by a match, produced a dark flash of ruddy fire, by means of which he kindled a lamp, which he took from his bosom.
"The horoscope of your destinies," he said energetically to Durward, without any farther greeting, "now turns upon the determination of a minute." "Caitiff!" said Quentin, in reply, "there is treachery around us, and where there is treachery thou must have a share in it." "You are mad," answered Maugrabin.

"I never betrayed any one but to gain by it--and wherefore should I betray you, by whose safety I can take more advantage than by your destruction?
Hearken for a moment, if it be possible for you, to one note of reason, ere it is sounded into your ear by the death shut of ruin.

The Liegeois are up--William de la Marck with his band leads them .-- Were there means of resistance, their numbers and his fury would overcome them, but there are next to none.

If you would save the Countess and your own hopes, follow me, in the name of her who sent you a table diamond, with three leopards engraved on it." "Lead the way," said Quentin, hastily.