"Are you sure there is no one in England who has this secret of thine ?" "One man there was," said the doctor, "once my servant, who might have stolen this of me, with one or two other secrets of art.

But content you, Master Varney, it is no part of my policy to suffer such interlopers to interfere in my trade.

He pries into no mysteries more, I warrant you, for, as I well believe, he hath been wafted to heaven on the wing of a fiery dragon--peace be with him! But in this retreat of mine shall I have the use of mine elaboratory ?" "Of a whole workshop, man," said Varney; "for a reverend father abbot, who was fain to give place to bluff King Hal and some of his courtiers, a score of years since, had a chemist's complete apparatus, which he was obliged to leave behind him to his successors.

Thou shalt there occupy, and melt, and puff, and blaze, and multiply, until the Green Dragon become a golden goose, or whatever the newer phrase of the brotherhood may testify." "Thou art right, Master Varney," said the alchemist setting his teeth close and grinding them together--"thou art right even in thy very contempt of right and reason.

For what thou sayest in mockery may in sober verity chance to happen ere we meet again.