While the old man was babbling away in this strain, the officer made notes on paper, and presently turning to Azila, said: "Now, Madam, you must give me some account of yourself, or else prepare to follow me. What do you here?" "I answer your questions," replied Azila, "because forsooth, it pleases me to do so. I came then to attend yonder weak, sick old man, and to bring him food and medicine, for he has none other to attend him." "Whence do you come, then?" demanded the officer. "From a noble and charitable lady," said Azila; "and perchance it may occur to your wisdom, that it was my cloak, which was seen entering the vault, and which your spies took for one of the conspirators!" "If you can give no better account of yourself than this, you must accompany me forthwith," said the officer. "But, should it not be my pleasure to leave, you may experience some difficulty in compelling me," replied Azila. The officer smiled grimly, and was stepping forward to seize her slight figure, which could indeed have offered but a slight resistance to his grasp, when she exclaimed: "Stand aside, and touch me at your peril!" producing at the same time a paper from her bosom. "Know you that signature?" she said. "Go your way, and leave this old man to rest, who is too ill and infirm to move hence, and learn in future to exercise your bravery on objects capable of self-defence." The police officer, with an abashed and scowling look, now prepared to depart; still however shewing some hesitation, as if doubtful of acting wisely; but a significant wave of Azila's hand, decided him to order his men to withdraw, when they, glad to escape, soon made their exit through the narrow doorway of the vault, followed by their leader. As their footsteps were heard receding, the old man hastened to close the door, but was checked by Azila. "No, father," she said, "let them not suppose that we have aught to conceal, by manifesting haste to shut them out, or they may perhaps return and renew their search, although I think their brutal leader would rather not attempt it." Some minutes accordingly elapsed, ere the door was again closed and barred. While this scene was taking place, Ivan's feelings may be better conceived than described, as he lay concealed with his companion in their narrow cell; first, on hearing the entrance of the police, and their treatment of the old man, and again when their leader threatened to seize Azila. At first he felt inclined to rush out, and at all risks to arrest the barbarian, but the pain of his wound recalled him to timely reason, and he reflected that the act would not only sacrifice his companion and himself, but also indeed doubly commit his aged host and Azila. The maiden appeared at the entrance of the cell, soon after the police had withdrawn, and addressing its inmates, said: