Mistress Stewart declares she cannot get that strange fellow who performed such fantastic tricks in the skeleton-dance out of her head." "You mean Chowles," replied the earl.

"He is a singular being, certainly--once a coffin-maker, and now, I believe, a burier of the dead.

He takes up his abode in a crypt of Saint Faith's and leads an incomprehensible life.

As we return we shall pass the cathedral, and can see whether he is astir." "Readily," replied Etherege.

"Do you desire to tarry here longer, or shall we proceed before you, while you indulge your tender meditations undisturbed ?" "Leave me," replied Rochester; "I shall be glad to be alone for a few moments." Etherege and Pillichody then proceeded slowly towards Cheapside, while the earl remained with his arms folded upon his breast, and his gaze fixed upon the house.