'The poor disguised monk, old and infirm, will also see that we have a very scientific room, and I intend to speak a few words of truth to him appropriate to this occasion. Moreover, after all our festivities to-night, I cannot tell you why, but I have feeling, a desire, a sort of indescribable wish, to look upon the tranquil seat of my fathers, from the turret, though it be only by our torches and the stars. There is tranquillity in the thought after the agitations of the hall.' 'I will say no more, dear father, but I am sorry that the night is so cold.' 'Your heart is warm, dear child; proceed with the torches.' They entered the Tower. The deceitful monk knelt down upon the stone floor, crossed himself devoutly, and followed the torch-bearers through the various rooms to the fifth story. He came to the window. Again he knelt down, took from his bosom the cross, which in another moment, after kissing repeatedly, he affixed to the centre of the window. Then taking his flask, which hung from his side, he pretended to take the first draught of wine which he had been allowed to touch since the moment of his making the vow until its completion. He laid the carved horn upon the table, and again seemed lost in prayer. Deceitful villain, at that moment he was making a double signal for the destruction of two of the most magnificent houses in town and country which the banks of the river Orwell owned. But they were the seats of heretics, men adverse to the malignities, views, corruptions, lies, and impositions of the Papal power, and though very learned, very charitable, very wise, opulent, and humble, yet hostile to the hierarchy of Rome, and therefore to be tormented, persecuted, and driven from the land. The illuminated cross shone conspicuous enough to lighten the room. 'Let us leave the pious pilgrim to his own meditations and ascend to the turret, my child, for a few minutes.' They ascended; they leaned upon the summit; but in a moment De Freston felt a chill come over him, and he said-- 'Ellen, I feel dizzy, my child; support me, Latimer.'---- He fell into the arms of his son-in-law and Cavendish, who placed him upon the stone steps of the turret. 'Ellen, fetch the monk's flask of wine!' She descended. There knelt the dissembling devotee. 'Father, I must take thy flask. My parent is suddenly taken ill.' She waited not for his reply, nor did she see his smile. But ran hastily up again with the flask, concluding that the man would follow. He had done his work. He descended slowly, passed through the yet ignorant torch-bearers, made his genuflections and crosses, and gave his blessing solemnly to the men, and desired them to kneel and pray in silence until he walked three times round the outside of the Tower.