"I have already expressed my wish to Mr.Catesby to have it conveyed to Manchester, to our family vault." "I see not how that can be accomplished, dear daughter," replied Garnet; "but I will confer with Mr.Catesby on the subject.

Where is he ?" "In the next room, by the couch of Guy Fawkes, who is dying," said Viviana.
"Dying!" echoed Garnet, starting.

"I heard he was dangerously hurt, but did not suppose the wound would prove fatal.

Here is another grievous blow to the good cause." At this moment the door was opened by Catesby.
"How is the sufferer ?" asked Garnet.
"A slight change for the better appears to have taken place," answered Catesby.

"His fever has in some decree abated, and he has sunk into a gentle slumber." "Can he be removed with safety ?" inquired Garnet; "for, I fear, if he remains here, he will fall into the hands of Topcliffe and his crew, who are scouring the country in every direction." And he recapitulated all he had just stated to Viviana.
Catesby was for some time lost in reflection.
"I am fairly perplexed as to what course it will be best to pursue," he said.