[The trampling offset and clamour of voices. The door of the room is flung open. Enter the foremost of the mob.]
1st.
I was sure I saw light here! There it is, burning still!
2nd.
Nobody here? Praise the devil! he minds his
own. Look under the bed, Gian.
3rd.
Nothing there.
4th.
Another door! another door! He's in a trap
now, and will soon be in hell! (Opening the door with
difficulty.) The devil had better leave him, and make up
the fire at home—he'll be cold by and by. (Rushes into
the inner room.) Follow me, boys! [The rest follow.]
Voices from within.
I have him! I have him! Curse
your claws! Why do you fix them on me, you crab? You
won't pick up the fiend-spawn so easily, I can tell you.
Bring the light there, will you? (One runs out for the
light.) A trap! a trap! and a stair, down in the wall!
The hell-faggot's gone! After him, after him, noodles!
[Sound of descending footsteps. Others rush in with torches and follow.]
* * * * *
SCENE XIX.—The river-side. LILIA seated in the boat; JULIAN handing her the bags.
Julian.
There! One at a time!—Take care, love; it
is heavy.—
Put them right in the middle, of the boat:
Gold makes good ballast.