We must instantly prevent them." "We must!" shrieked Malmayns.

"Bring the light! bring the light!" And bursting open the door, he rushed into the adjoining aisle.
"He will kill himself, and discover the treasure into the bargain," cried Judith, following him.

"Ah! what do I see! People in the church.
Curses on them! they have ruined my hopes." VIII.
THE MOSAICAL RODS.
In pursuance of their design of seeking out an astrologer, Maurice Wyvil and Lydyard crossed Cheapside and entered Friday-street.

They had not proceeded far, when they perceived a watchman standing beneath a porch with a lantern in his hand, and thinking it an intimation that the house was attacked by the plague, they hurried to the opposite side of the street, and called to the watchman to inquire whether he knew where Mr.
Lilly lived.
Ascertaining that the house they sought was only a short distance off, they repaired thither, and knocking at the door, a small wicket, protected by a grating, was open within it, and a sharp female voice inquired their business.
"Give this to your master, sweetheart," replied Wyvil, slipping a purse through the grating; "and tell him that two gentlemen desire to consult him." "He is engaged just now," replied the woman, in a much softer tone; "but I will take your message to him." "You have more money than wit," laughed Lydyard.

"You should have kept back your fee till you had got the information." "In that case I should never have received any," replied Wyvil.