But we are losing time.

We must pass through the city before the gates are closed." In this suggestion Garnet acquiesced, and calling to Viviana to follow them,--for, since his late atrocious attempt, Catesby had not exchanged a word or look with her, but during the whole of the journey kept sedulously aloof,--the whole party set forward, and proceeding at a brisk pace, soon reached the walls of the city.

Passing through Cripplegate, they shaped their course towards London Bridge.

Viviana was filled with astonishment at all she saw: the multitude and magnificence of the shops, compared with such as she had previously seen; the crowds in the streets,--for even at that hour they were thronged; the varied dresses of the passengers--the sober garb of the merchant, contrasting with the showy cloak, the preposterous ruff, swelling hose, plumed cap, and swaggering gait of the gallant or the ruffler; the brawls that were constantly occurring; the number of signs projecting from the dwellings; all she witnessed or heard surprised and amused her, and she would willingly have proceeded at a slower pace to indulge her curiosity, had not her companions urged her onward.
As they were crossing Eastcheap, in the direction of Crooked-lane, a man suddenly quitted the footpath, and, rushing towards Garnet, seized his bridle, and cried, "I arrest you.

You are a Romish priest." "It is false, knave," returned Garnet.