had endured within it during the recent reign of Elizabeth; and as the light of the torches flashed upon the grey walls of the Bloody Tower, and upon the adjoining ramparts, all the dreadful tales she had heard rushed to her recollection. But having recovered the first shock, the succeeding impressions were powerless in comparison, and she accompanied the warders to the guard-room without expressing any outward emotion. Here a seat was offered her, and as the men considerately withdrew, she was able to pursue her reflections unmolested. They were sad enough, and it required all her firmness to support her.

When considering what was likely to befall her in consequence of her adherence to the fortunes of Fawkes and his companions, she had often pictured some dreadful situation like the present, but the reality far exceeded her worst anticipations. She had deemed herself equal to any emergency, but as she thought upon the dark menaces of the Earl of Salisbury, she felt it would require greater fortitude than she had hitherto displayed to bear her through her trial. Nor were her meditations entirely confined upon herself. While trembling for the perilous situation of Guy Fawkes, she reproached herself that she could not requite, even in thought, the passionate devotion of Humphrey Chetham.

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'What matters it now,' she thought, 'that I cannot love him? shall soon be nothing to him, or to any one. And yet I feel I have done him wrong, and that I should be happier if I could requite his attachment. But the die is cast. It is too late to repent, or to retreat. My heart acquits me of having been influenced by any unworthy motive, and I will strive to endure the keenest pang without

a murmur.'

Shortly after this, Topcliffe returned with Sir William Waad. On their entrance, Viviana arose, and the lieutenant eyed her with some curiosity. He was a middle-aged man, tall, stoutly-built, and having harsh features, stamped with an expression of mingled cunning and ferocity. His eyes had a fierce and bloodthirsty. look, and were overshadowed by thick and scowling brows. Saluting the captive with affected courtesy, he observed,

'So you refuse to answer the interrogations of the Privy Council, madam, I understand. I am not sorry for it, because I would have the merit of wringing the truth from you. Those who have been most stubborn outside these walls, have been the most yielding within them.'

'That will not be my case,' replied Viviana, coldly.

'We shall see,' returned the lieutenant, with a significant glance at Topcliffe.

Ordering her to follow him, he then proceeded along the ward in the direction of the Bloody Tower, and passing beneath its arched gateway, ascended the steps on the left, and led her to his lodgings.

Entering the habitation, he mounted to the upper story, and tracking a long gallery, brought her to a small circular chamber in the Bell Tower. Its sole furniture were a chair, a table, and a couch.

'Here you will remain for the present,' observed the lieutenant, smiling grimly, and placing a lamp on the table. 'It will depend upon yourself whether your accommodations are better hereafter.' With this, he quitted the cell with his attendants, and barred the door outside.

Left alone, Viviana, who had hitherto restrained her anguish, suffered it to find vent in tears. Never had she felt so utterly forlorn and desolate. All before her was threatening and terrible, full of dangers real and imaginary; nor could she look back upon her past career without something like remorse.

'Oh that Heaven would take me to itself!' she murmured, clasping her hands in an agony of distress, for I feel unequal to my trials. Oh! that I had perished with my dear father! For what dreadful fate am I reserved ?-Torture,-I will bear it, if I can. But death by the hands of the public executioner,-it is too horrible to think of! Is there no way to escape that?'

As this hideous thought occurred to her, she uttered a loud and prolonged scream, and fell senseless on the floor. When she recovered it was daylight; and, weak and exhausted, she crept to the couch, and throwing herself upon it, endeavoured to forget her misery in sleep. But, as is usually the case with the afflicted, it fled her eyelids, and she passed several hours in the severest mental torture, unrelieved by a single cheering thought.

About the middle of the day, the door of the cell was opened by an old woman with a morose and forbidding countenance, attended by a younger female, who resembled her in all but the expression of her features, (her look was gentle and compassionate,) and who appeared to be her daughter.

Without paying any attention to Viviana, the old woman took a small loaf of bread and other provisions from a basket she had brought with her, and placed them on the table. This done, she

was about to depart, when her daughter, who had glanced uneasily at the couch, observed in a kindly tone,

'Shall we not inquire whether we can be of service to the poor young lady, mother?'

Why should we concern ourselves about her, Ruth?' returned the old woman, sharply. If she wants anything, she has a tongue,

and can speak. If she desires further comforts,' she added, in a significant tone, 'they must be paid for.'

'I desire nothing but death,' groaned Viviana.

The poor soul is dying, I believe,' cried Ruth, rushing to the

couch. 'Have you no cordial-water about you, mother?'

'Truly have I,' returned the old woman;

things besides. But I must be paid for them.'

and I have other

As she spoke, she drew from her pocket a small, square, Dutchshaped bottle.

'Give it me,' cried Ruth, snatching it from her. young lady will pay for it.'

'I am sure the

'You are very kind,' said Viviana faintly. But I have no means of doing so,'

'I knew it!' cried the old woman, fiercely.

me back the flask, Ruth.

'I knew it. Give

She shall not taste a drop. hear she has no money, wench. Give it me, I say.'

'Nay, mother, for pity's sake,' implored Ruth.

Do you not

'Pity, forsooth!' exclaimed the old woman, derisively. 'If I and thy father, Jasper Ipgreve, had any such feeling, it would be high time for him to give up his post of jailor in the Tower of London. Pity for a poor prisoner! Thou a jailor's daughter, and talk so. I am ashamed of thee, wench. But I thought this was a rich Catholic heiress, and had powerful and wealthy friends.'

'So she is,' replied Ruth; and though she may have no money with her now, she can command any amount she pleases. I heard Master Topcliffe tell young Nicholas Hardesty, the warder, so. She is the daughter of the late Sir William Radcliffe, of Ordsall Hall in Lancashire, and sole heiress of his vast estates.'

Is this so, sweet lady?' inquired the old woman, stepping towards the couch. Are you truly Sir William Radcliffe's daughter?' 'I am,' replied Viviana. But I have said I require nothing from you. Leave me.'

'No-no, dear young lady,' rejoined Dame Ipgreve, in a whining tone, which was infinitely more disagreeable to Viviana than her previous harshness, 'I cannot leave you in this state. Raise her head, Ruth, while I pour a few drops of the cordial down her throat.' 'I will not taste it,' replied Viviana, putting the flask aside. You will find it a sovereign restorative,' replied Dame Ipgreve, with a mortified look; but as you please. I will not urge you against your inclination. The provisions I have been obliged to bring you are too coarse for a daintily-nurtured maiden like you,— but you shall have others presently.'

'It is needless,' rejoined Viviana. Pray leave me.'

'Well, well, I am going,' rejoined Dame Ipgreve, hesitating. 'Do you want to write to any one ? I can find means of conveying a letter secretly out of the Tower.'

Ah!' exclaimed Viviana, raising herself.

dare not trust you.'

'And yet no-no-I

You may,' replied the avaricious old woman, -' provided you pay me well.'

'I will think of it,' returned Viviana.

to write now.'

'But I have not strength

'You must not give way thus,-indeed, you must not, dear lady,'

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'It will not be safe to

said Ruth, in a voice of great kindness. leave you. Suffer me to remain with you.' Willingly,' replied Viviana; 'most willingly.' 'Stay with her, then child,' said prepare a nourishing broth for her. Take heed and make a shrewd bargain with her for thy attendance,' she added in a hasty whisper, as she retired.

Dame Ipgreve.

I will go and

Greatly relieved by the old woman's departure, Viviana turned to Ruth, and thanked her in the warmest terms for her kindness. A few minutes sufficed to convert the sympathy which these two young persons evidently felt towards each other into affectionate regard, and the jailor's daughter assured Viviana, that so long as she should be detained, she would devote herself to her.

By this time, the old woman had returned with a mess of hot broth, which she carried with an air of great mystery beneath her cloak. Viviana was prevailed upon by the solicitations of Ruth to taste it, and found herself much revived in consequence. Her slight meal ended, Dame Ipgreve departed, with a promise to return in the evening with such viands as she could manage to introduce unob. served, and with a flask of wine.

'You will need it, sweet lady, I fear,' she said; 'for my husband tells me you are in peril of the torture. Oh! it is a sad thing, that such as you should be so cruelly dealt with! But we will take all the care of you we can. You will not forget to requite us. You must give me an order on your steward, or on some rich Catholic friend. I am half a Papist myself,—that is, I like one religion as well as the other, and I like those best, whatever their creed may be, who pay best. That is my maxim. And it is the same with my husband. We do all we can to scrape together a penny for our child.'

'No more of this, good mother,' interrupted Ruth. It distresses the lady. I will take care she wants nothing.'

'Right, child, right,' returned Dame Ipgreve;-' do not forget what I told you,' she added in a whisper.

And she quitted the cell.

Ruth remained with Viviana during the rest of the day, and it was a great consolation to the latter to find that her companion was of the same faith as herself,-having been converted by Father Poole, a Romish priest who was confined in the Tower during the latter part of Elizabeth's reign, and whose sufferings and constancy for his religion had made a powerful impression on the jailor's daughter. As soon as Viviana ascertained this, she made Ruth, so far as she thought prudent, a confidante in her misfortunes, and after beguiling some hours in conversation, they both knelt down and offered up fervent prayers to the Virgin. Ruth then departed, promising to return in the evening with her mother.

Soon after it became dark, Dame Ipgreve and her daughter re

appeared, the former carrying a lamp, and the latter a basket of provisions. Ruth's countenance was so troubled, that Viviana was certain that some fresh calamity was at hand.

'What is the matter?' she hastily demanded.

'Make your meal first, dear young lady,' replied Dame Ipgreve. 'Our news might take away your appetite, and you will have to pay for your supper, whether you eat it or not.'

'You alarm me greatly,' cried Viviana, anxiously. What ill news do you bring?'

'I will not keep you longer in suspense, madam,' said Ruth. 'You are to be examined to-night by the lieutenant and certain members of the Privy Council, and if you refuse to answer their questions, I lament to say you will be put to the torture.'

'Heaven give me strength to endure it!' ejaculated Viviana, in a despairing tone.

Eat, madam, eat,' cried Dame Ipgreve, pressing the viands upon. her. You will never be able to go through with the examination, if you starve yourself in this way.'

'Are you sure,' inquired Viviana, appealing to Ruth, 'that it will take place so soon?'

'Quite sure,' replied Ruth. 'My father has orders to attend the lieutenant at midnight.'

'Let me advise you to conceal nothing,' insinuated the old wo. They are determined to wring the truth from you,-and they will do so.'

'You are mistaken, good woman,' replied Viviana, firmly. 'I will die before I utter a word.'

'You think so now,' returned Dame Ipgreve, maliciously. sight of the rack and the thumbscrews will alter your tone. events, support nature.'

But the
At all

'No,' replied Viviana; as I do not desire to live, I will use no effort to sustain myself. They may kill me if they please.' 'Misfortune has turned her brain,' muttered the old woman. must take care and secure my dues. Well, madam, if you will not eat the supper I have provided, it cannot be helped. I must find some one who will. You must pay for it all the same. My husband, Jasper Ipgreve, will be present at your interrogation, and I am sure, for my sake, he will use you as lightly as you can. Come, Ruth, you must not remain here longer.'

'Oh, let her stay with me,' implored Viviana. 'I will make it well worth your while to grant me the indulgence.'

'What will you give ?' cried the old woman, eagerly. 'But nono-I dare not leave her. The lieutenant may visit you, and find her, and then I should lose my place. Come along, Ruth. She shall attend you after the interrogation, madam. I shall be there myself.' 'Farewell, madam,' sobbed Ruth, who was almost drowned in tears. 'Heaven grant you constancy to endure your trial!'