At the door he turned round, and slowly repeated Varney's question ere he answered it.

"For what do I take thee, Richard Varney?
Why, for a worse devil than I have been myself.

But I am in your toils, and I must serve you till my term be out." "Well, well," answered Varney hastily, "be stirring with grey light.
It may be we shall not need thy medicine--do nought till I myself come down.

Michael Lambourne shall guide you to the place of your destination." [See Note 7.

Dr.Julio.] When Varney heard the adept's door shut and carefully bolted within, he stepped towards it, and with similar precaution carefully locked it on the outside, and took the key from the lock, muttering to himself, "Worse than THEE, thou poisoning quacksalver and witch-monger, who, if thou art not a bounden slave to the devil, it is only because he disdains such an apprentice! I am a mortal man, and seek by mortal means the gratification of my passions and advancement of my prospects; thou art a vassal of hell itself--So ho, Lambourne!" he called at another door, and Michael made his appearance with a flushed cheek and an unsteady step.
"Thou art drunk, thou villain!" said Varney to him.
"Doubtless, noble sir," replied the unabashed Michael; "We have been drinking all even to the glories of the day, and to my noble Lord of Leicester and his valiant master of the horse.