You must accompany me." "Amazement!" cried Catesby.

"Is the purpose of my visit then really known to your reverence ?" "You shall hear," rejoined Dee, facing him.

"You have a friend who is at the point of death, and having heard that I possess an elixir of wonderful efficacy, are come in quest of it." "True," replied Catesby, utterly confounded.
"The name of that friend," pursued Dee, regarding him fixedly, "is Guy Fawkes,--your own, Robert Catesby." "I need no more to convince me, reverend sir," rejoined Catesby, trembling, in spite of himself, "that all I have heard of your wonderful powers falls far short of the truth." "You are but just in time," replied Dee, bowing gravely, in acknowledgment of the compliment.

"Another hour, and it would have been too late." "Then you think he will live!" cried Catesby, eagerly.
"I am sure of it," replied Dee, "provided----" "Provided what ?" interrupted Catesby.

"Is there aught I can do to ensure his recovery ?" "No," replied Dee, sternly.