"I go—"
"Nay, nay, think, pause."
"I know where Warner is hid. By this hour to-morrow night, I can place him in thy power. Say the word, and pledge me the draught."
"Well, well, mulier abominabilis!—that is, irresistible bonnibell. I cannot give thee the potion; but I will teach thee an art which can make sleep heavier than the anodyne, and which wastes not like the essence, but strengthens by usage,—an art thou shalt have at thy fingers' ends, and which often draws from the sleeper the darkest secrets of his heart." [We have before said that animal magnetism was known to Bungey, and familiar to the necromancers, or rather theurgists, of the Middle Ages.]
"It is magic," said Graul, with joy.
"Ay, magic."
"I will bring thee the wizard. But listen; he never stirs abroad, save with his daughter. I must bring both."
"Nay, I want not the girl."
"But I dare not throttle her, for a great lord loves her, who would find out the deed and avenge it; and if she be left behind, she will go to the lord, and the lord will discover what thou hast done with the wizard, and thou wilt hang!"
"Never say 'Hang' to me, Graul: it is ill-mannered and ominous. Who is the lord?"