'Quite so. Well, gentlemen of honour and truth, you shall once more return to the scenes and the pursuits and the companions that you love. Moll and Doll and Poll impatiently await you at the Black Jack. And I see, only a short mile from that hospitable place, another refuge--call it the Black Jug--where before long you will pass a few pleasant days of rest and repose before going forth in a glorious procession.' 'If we go forth in that procession', murmured the Bishop with lowering face, 'there are other people quite as deserving, who will sit there beside us.' 'Go,' she said. 'I have talked enough and more than enough with such as you. Go.' They bowed again and walked away. Now I heard this interview, half of which I did not understand, with amazement unspeakable. The lady was going to release this pair of villains--Why? Out of the boundless charity of her benevolent heart? She looked after the precious pair, standing for a moment with her hand shading her eyes. The light went out of her face: a cloud fell upon it: she sighed again: her lips parted: she caught her breath. Ah! Poor lady! Thy face was made for joy and not for sorrow. What thought, what memory, was it that compelled the cloud and chased away the sunshine? She turned her head--she moved away. I was still standing at my window looking on: as she passed she started and stopped short, her face expressing the greatest possible bewilderment and amazement. 'It is not ...' she cried--'Surely--No--Yet the resemblance is so great. Sir, I thought--at first--you were a gentleman of my acquaintance. You are so much like him that I venture to ask you who you are?' 'A prison bird, Madam. Nothing more,' 'Yes, but you are so like that gentleman. May I ask your name?' 'My name, at your service, Madam, is Halliday. My friends call me Will Halliday.' 'Will Halliday. Are you a brother--but that cannot be--of Mr. Matthew Halliday?' 'I am his first cousin.' 'Matthew Halliday's first cousin? But he is rich. Does he allow you to remain in this place?' 'It is not only by the sufferance of my cousin Matthew but by his desire that I am here.' 'By his desire! Yes--I know something of your cousin, sir. It is by his desire. I discover new virtues in your cousin the more I learn of him. I suppose, then, that you are not on friendly terms with your cousin?' 'I am not indeed. Quite the contrary,' 'Can you tell me the reason why?' 'Because he desires my death. Therefore he has caused my arrest--he and an attorney of the devil--named Probus.' 'Oh! Probus! I have heard of that Probus. Sir, I would willingly hear more concerning this matter and your cousin and Mr. Probus, if you will kindly tell me. I must now go, but with your permission I will come again. It is not I assure you, out of idle curiosity that I ask these questions.'