"I tell thee she is lost, and shall never be got back: a
reward thou hast well earned for thy folly."
With a scornful and malicious grin did Master Barnabas receive this
denunciation, taking his departure with little ceremony, as if fearful
of some mischance. Eccleston, much scandalised at his friend's
proceedings, followed him down-stairs, not caring to stay longer with
the Doctor.
As Bartholomew and he sate discoursing on the future, and forming many
projects, more particularly about the hidden treasures, without which,
Dee said, he could not continue his search for the elixir, as he was
nigh beggared, they heard a swift footstep on the stairs. Presently in
rushed Eccleston followed by Lettice, who strove to prevent this
intrusion. The Doctor frowned on his entrance, but, Eccleston,
breathless and much agitated, could with difficulty declare his errand.
"Hardcastle--Hardcastle--I say. He has lost his beast."
"Why, I told him so," said the Doctor, with great composure.
"But he _has_ lost her!"
"I know it," replied Dee.
"I have just left him in great anger, swearing by things both visible
and invisible that he will have his own again; that we are confederate
in the matter: and that he will cite us both before the chapter or the
Star-Chamber.
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