"Then you will not be far wide of the mark," observed Judith, coarsely.
The piper uttered an angry exclamation, and taking his daughter's hand, dragged her out of the vault.
"You will not get your fee," laughed Chowles, as they were left alone.
"So it appears," replied Judith, taking the pan from the fire; "there is no use in wasting a poultice."
Shortly after this, the door of the vault again opened, and Parravicin looked in. He held a handkerchief sprinkled with vinegar to his face, and had evidently, from the manner in which he spoke, some antidote against the plague in his mouth.
"Nizza Macascree has been here, has she not?" he asked.
"She has just left with her father," replied Judith.
Parravicin beckoned her to follow him, and led the way to the north aisle of Saint Faith's.
"Is the apprentice likely to recover?" he asked.
"Humph!" exclaimed Judith; "that depends upon circumstances. Nizza Macascree offered me a large reward to cure him."