"Lead on, sir.

I am ready to attend you." "Your destination is the New Fleet, father," retorted the pursuivant, in a tone of bitter raillery; "unless you prefer the cell in Radcliffe Hall lately vacated by your saintly predecessor, Father Woodroofe." "Help! help!" shrieked Viviana.
"You may spare your voice, fair lady," sneered the pursuivant.

"No help is at hand.

Your servants are all prisoners." The words were scarcely uttered, when a sliding panel in the wall flew open, and Guy Fawkes, followed by Humphrey Chetham, and another personage, sprang through the aperture, and presented a petronel at the head of the pursuivant..