"When an object is to be gained, he suffers few scruples to stand in his way." "I am well aware of it," replied Viviana; "and on the arrival of Sir Everard Digby, I shall place myself under his protection." "Should you be driven to extremity," said Fawkes, taking a small packet from the folds of his doublet, "break open this; it will inform you what to do.

Only promise me you will not have recourse to it till all other means have failed." Viviana took the packet, and gave the required promise.
"Conceal it about your person, and guard it carefully," continued Fawkes; "for you know not when you may require it.

And now, having cleared my conscience, I can die easily.

Let me have your prayers." Viviana knelt down by the bedside, and poured forth the most earnest supplications in his behalf.
"Perhaps," she said, as she arose, "and it is some consolation to think so,--you may be saved by death from the commission of a great crime, which would for ever have excluded you from the joys of heaven." "Say rather," cried Guy Fawkes, whose brain began to wander, "which would have secured them to me.

Others will achieve it; but I shall have no share in their glory, or their reward." "Their reward will be perdition in this world and in the next," rejoined Viviana.