"Let me look upon him before he goes, that I may be sure the likeness is exact," said Mistress Nutter.
"Thou hearest, Fancy! Become visible to her," cried the hag.
And as she spoke, a figure in all respects resembling Richard stood before them.
"What think you of him? Will he do?" said Mother Chattox.
"Ay," replied the lady; "and now send him off at once. There is no time to lose."
"I shall be there in the twinkling of an eye," said the familiar; "but I own I like not the task."
"There is no help for it, my sweet Fancy," cried the hag. "I cannot forego my triumph over old Demdike. Now, away with thee, and when thou hast executed thy mission, return and tell us how thou hast sped in the matter."
The familiar promised obedience to her commands, and disappeared.