The night after this day was one not soon forgotten in London. In the still darkness came an earthquake--that most terrible of phenomena held in God's hand, whereby He saith to poor, puny, arrogant man, "Be still, and know that I am God." Isoult awoke to hear sounds on all sides of her--the bed creaking, and below the dishes and pans dancing with a noisy clatter. In the next chamber she heard Walter crying, and Kate asking if the end of all the world were come; but John would not permit her to rise and go to them. And she also heard Esther talking with them and comforting them in a low voice, so she was comparatively satisfied. The baby, Frances, slept peacefully through all. The next morning Kate said,--"Mother, were you affrighted last night with the great rocking and noise?" "A little afeard lest some of us should be hurt, sweet heart, if any thing should chance to fall down, or the like; but that was all." "I thought," said she, "that the end of the world was come. What should have come unto us then, Mother?" "Why, then," replied Isoult, "we should have seen the Lord Jesus Christ coming in the clouds, with all the angels." "Well," answered Kate, thoughtfully, "I would not have been afeard of Him, for He took up the little babes in His arms, and would not have them sent away. If it had been some of them that desired for to have them away, I might have been afeard." "Ay," said Dr Thorpe, looking up from his book, "the servants are worse to deal withal than the Master. We be a sight harder upon one the other than He is with any of us." The Averys were visited, a day or two after the earthquake, by an old acquaintance of Isoult, the companion--"servant" he was called at that time--of Bishop Latimer. Augustine Bernher was by nation a German-Swiss, probably from Basle or its vicinity; and unless we are to take an expression in one of Bradford's letters as figurative, he married the sister of John Bradford. Like every one else just then, Bernher's mind was running chiefly on the earthquake. He brought news that it had been felt at Croydon, Reigate, and nearly all over Kent; and the question on all lips was--What will come of it? For that it was a prognostic of some fearful calamity, no one thought of doubting.