As I came across, in the fringes of the crowd, I saw a minister walking, in his cassock; so I saluted him courteously, and asked what the matter was.
He looked at me with an agitated face, and said nothing: his lips worked, and he was very pale, yet it seemed to me with anger: so I asked him again; and this time he answered.
"Sir, I do not know who you are," he said.

"But it is Sir Edmund Berry Godfrey who has been foully murdered by the Papists.

He hath been found on Primrose Hill, and we are taking him to his house.

I do not know, sir--" But I was gone; and up the lane as fast as I could run.

All that I had heard, all that I had feared, all even that I had dreamed, was being fulfilled.