Another minute brought them near it, and Burrel found that, under a beautiful canopy of stone-work, supported by eight cluster pillars, was placed a small stone fountain, full of the most limpid water, which, welling from a basin somewhat like the baptismal font of a Gothic church, poured through a little channel in the pavement, and thence made a small, sparkling stream, which joined the larger one ere it had run fifty yards. Attached to the basin by an iron chain, was a cup of the same metal, of very ancient date, though, perhaps, more modern than the fountain. This cup, as soon as they approached, Captain Delaware dipped into the water, and, laughing gayly, held it to Burrel. "You must drink of the Prior's Fountain, Mr. Burrel," he said; "but listen, listen before you do so. The monks, you know, having vowed celibacy, found that the less they had to do with love the better; and it being luckily discovered that the waters of this well were a complete and everlasting cure for that malady, one of the priors covered it over, as you see, and enjoined that, on commencing his novitiate at Emberton, every pseudo-monk should be brought hither, and made to drink one cup of the water. It is added, that the remedy was never known to fail; and now, with this warning, Burrel, drink if you will." Burrel, by this time, had the cup in his hand, and for a single instant his eyes sought those of Blanche Delaware. She was looking down into the fountain, with one hand resting on the edge. There was a slight smile upon her lip, but there was a scarcely perceptible degree of agitation in her aspect at the same time, which Burrel understood--or, at least, hoped--might have some reference to himself, although she might believe as little as he did in the efficacy of the waters of the fountain. "No, no!" he replied at once, giving back the cup to Captain Delaware, and laughing lightly, as people do when they have very serious feelings at their hearts--"no, no! I dare not drink of such waters--they are too cold, in every sense of the word, to drink after such a walk as this. The very cup has frozen my hand!" he added, to take out any point that he might have given to his speech. "He is actually afraid, Blanche!" cried her brother laughing. "Come, show him what a brave girl you are, and drain the cup to the bottom!" "No, indeed!" answered Blanche Delaware. "Mr. Burrel is very right. The water is a great deal too cold!" And, as she spoke, she blushed till the tell-tale blood spread rosy over her fair forehead, and tingled in her small rounded ear. "Cowards both, as I live!" cried Captain Delaware, drinking off the contents, and letting the cup drop--"cowards both, as I live!" and, springing across the little streamlet, he took two or three steps onward, toward the chapel.