"And I take the sainted virgin, from whose blood this marvellous spring was produced, to witness that I devote myself unhesitatingly to the project, and that I firmly believe it will profit our church." As he spoke, a singular circumstance occurred, which did not fail to produce an impression on both parties,--especially Guy Fawkes.

A violent gust of wind, apparently suddenly aroused, whistled through the slender columns of the structure, and catching the surface of the water dashed it in tiny waves against their feet.
"The saint is offended," observed Fawkes.
"It would almost seem so," replied Garnet, after a pause.

"Let us proceed to the chapel, and pray at her shrine.

We will confer on this matter hereafter.

Meantime, swear to me that you will observe profound secrecy respecting this vision." "I swear," replied Guy Fawkes.
At this moment, another and more violent gust agitated the fountain.
"We will tarry here no longer," said Garnet, "I am not proof against these portents of ill." So saying, he led the way to the chapel.