Won't you take _that_ ?" "I have no fear," replied Leonard, shutting the door in his face.

And as he lingered for a moment while it was locked, he heard Blaize say to himself, "I must go and take three more rufuses and a large dose of diascordium." It was a bright moonlight night, and as the apprentice turned to depart, he perceived a figure hastily retreating on the other side of the way.
Making sure it was Maurice Wyvil, though he could not distinguish the garb of the person--that side of the street being in the shade--and stung by jealousy, he immediately started in pursuit.

The fugitive struck down Lad-lane, and run on till he came to the end of Lawrence-lane, where, finding himself closely pressed, he suddenly halted, and pulling his hat over his brows to conceal his features, fiercely confronted his pursuer.
"Why do you follow me thus, rascal ?" he cried, drawing his sword.

"Would you rob me?
Begone, or I will call the watch." "It _is_ his voice!" cried the apprentice.

"I have news for you, Mr.
Maurice Wyvil.