And he proceeded to unfasten Auriol's chain. "Now then, come with me," he said, "and do not make any attempt at evasion, or you will rue it." Like one in a dream, Auriol followed his conductor down the flight of stone steps leading from the dungeon, and along a narrow passage. As he proceeded, he thought he heard stealthy footsteps behind him; but he never turned his head, to see whether he was really followed. In this way they reached a short steep staircase, and mounting it, entered a vault, in which Rougemont paused, and placed the torch he had brought with him upon the floor. Its lurid glimmer partially illumined the chamber, and showed that it was built of stone. Rude benches of antique form were set about the vault, and motioning Auriol to be seated upon one of them, Rougemont sounded a silver whistle. The summons was shortly afterwards answered by the dwarf, in whose attire a new change had taken place. He was now clothed in a jerkin of grey serge, fashioned like the garments worn by the common people in Elizabeth's reign, and wore a trencher-cap on his head. Auriol watched him as he timidly advanced towards Rougemont, and had an indistinct recollection of having seen him before; but could not call to mind how or where. "Is your master a-bed?" demanded Rougemont. "A-bed! Good lack, sir!" exclaimed the dwarf, "little of sleep knows Doctor Lamb. He will toil at the furnace till the stars have set." "Doctor Lamb!" repeated Auriol. "Surely I have heard that name before?" "Very likely," replied Rougemont, "for it is the name borne by your nearest kinsman." "How is the poor young gentleman?" asked the dwarf, glancing commiseratingly at Auriol. "My master often makes inquiries after his grandson, and grieves that the state of his mind should render it necessary to confine him." "His grandson! I--Doctor Lamb's grandson!" cried Auriol. "In sooth are you, young sir," returned the dwarf. "Were you in your reason, you would be aware that my master's name is the same as your own--Darcy--Reginald Darcy. He assumes the name of Doctor Lamb to delude the multitude. He told you as much yourself, sweet sir, if your poor wits would enable you to recollect it." "Am I in a dream, good fellow, tell me that?" cried Auriol, lost in amazement. "Alack, no, sir," replied the dwarf; "to my thinking, you are wide awake. But you know, sir," he added, touching his forehead, "you have been a little wrong here, and your memory and reason are not of the clearest." "Where does my grandsire dwell?" asked Auriol. "Why here, sir," replied the dwarf; "and for the matter of locality, the house is situated on the south end of London Bridge." "_On_ the bridge--did you say _on_ the bridge, friend?" cried Auriol. "Ay, _on_ the bridge--where else should it be? You would not have your grandsire live under the river?" rejoined the dwarf; "though, for ought I know, some of these vaults may go under it. They are damp enough."