Her father was nearing the goal of his discoveries, and in a moment of that pride which in its very contempt for appearances braves them all, Sibyll had stolen out to the pastime-ground,--with what result has been seen already.

Having thus accounted for the penury of the mansion, we return to its owner.
Warner was contemplating with evident complacency and delight the model of a machine which had occupied him for many years, and which he imagined he was now rapidly bringing to perfection.

His hands and face were grimed with the smoke of his forge, and his hair and beard, neglected as usual, looked parched and dried up, as if with the constant fever that burned within.
"Yes, yes!" he muttered, "how they will bless me for this! What Roger Bacon only suggested I shall accomplish! How it will change the face of the globe! What wealth it will bestow on ages yet unborn!" "My father," said the gentle voice of Sibyll, "my poor father, thou hast not tasted bread to-day." Warner turned, and his face relaxed into a tender expression as he saw his daughter.
"My child," he said, pointing to his model, "the time comes when it will live! Patience! patience!" "And who would not have patience with thee, and for thee, Father ?" said Sibyll, with enthusiasm speaking on every feature.

"What is the valour of knight and soldier--dull statues of steel--to thine?
Thou, with thy naked breast, confronting all dangers,--sharper than the lance and glaive, and all--" "All to make England great!" "Alas! what hath England merited from men like thee?
The people, more savage than their rulers, clamour for the stake, the gibbet, and the dungeon, for all who strive to make them wiser.

Remember the death of Bolingbroke, [A mathematician accused as an accomplice, in sorcery, of Eleanor Cobham, wife of Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, and hanged upon that charge.