So austere and holy was his expression, so solemn his demeanour, and so frequent the upturnings of his eyes, clasping of his hands, and other signs which marked the extreme sectary, that I could not but marvel at the depths and completeness of the hypocrisy which had cast so complete a cloak over his rapacious self.

For very mischief's sake I could not refrain from reminding him that there was one at least who valued his professions at their real value.
'Have you told the worthy minister,' said I, 'of your captivity amongst the Mussulmans, and of the noble way in which you did uphold the Christian faith at Stamboul ?' 'Nay,' cried our companion, 'I would fain hear the tale.

I marvel much that one so faithful and unbending as thyself was ever let loose by the unclean and bloodthirsty followers of Mahomet.' 'It does not become me to tell the tale,' Saxon answered with great presence of mind, casting at the same time a most venomous sidelong glance at me.

'It is for my comrades in misfortune and not for me to describe what I endured for the faith.

I have little doubt, Master Pettigrue, that you would have done as much had you been there.