The curtains slowly unfolded, and Guy Fawkes perceived as in a glass a group of dark figures; amongst which he noticed one in all respects resembling himself.

A priest was apparently proposing an oath, which the others were uttering.
"Do you recognise them ?" said Doctor Dee.
"Perfectly," replied Fawkes.
"Look again," said Dee.
As he spoke the figures melted away, and a new scene was presented on the glass.

It was a gloomy vault, filled with barrels, partly covered with fagots and billets of wood.
"Have you seen enough ?" demanded Dee.
"No," replied Fawkes, firmly.

"I have seen what is past.

I would behold that which is to come." "Look again, then," rejoined the Doctor, waving his wand.
For an instant the glass was darkened, and nothing could be discerned except the lurid flame and thick smoke arising from the brasier.