The eyes of the sufferer were closed, and his lips slightly apart, but no breath seemed to issue from them.

His bronzed complexion had assumed the ghastly hue of death, and his strongly-marked features had become fixed and rigid.

His black hair, stiffened and caked with blood, escaped from the bandages around his head, and hung in elf locks on the pillow.

It was a piteous spectacle; and Doctor Dee appeared much moved by it.
"The worst is over," he muttered: "why recall the spirit to its wretched tenement ?" "If you can save him, reverend sir, do not hesitate," implored Viviana.
"I am come hither for that purpose," replied Dee; "but I must have no other witness to the experiment except yourself, and my attendant Kelley." "I do not desire to be present, reverend sir," replied Viviana; "but I will retire into that closet, and pray that your remedy may prevail." "My prayers for the same end shall be offered in the adjoining room," observed Garnet; and taking Catesby's arm, who seemed spell-bound by curiosity, he dragged him away.
The door closed, and Viviana withdrew into the closet, where she knelt down before the crucifix.

Doctor Dee seated himself on the bedside; and taking a gourd-shaped bottle, filled with a clear sparkling liquid, from beneath his robe, he raised it to his eyes with his left hand, while he placed his right on the wrist of the wounded man.