He 's in safety but till he 's caught napping. Enough!"
"Ay, enough!" smiles the Saint—"for the biter is bit,
The spy caught in somnolence. Vanish! I'm sent
To smooth up what fiends do in rough."
"I vanish? Through wall or through roof?" the ripost
Grinned gayly. "My orders were—'Leave not unharmed
The abode of this lawyer! Do damage to prove
'T was for something thou quittedst the land of the lost—
To add to their number this unit!' Though charmed
From descent there, on earth that 's above