the effect of which was to demonstrate that the end of the world would be in October following.  But now Luther thought that he had had trial enough, and gave so little credit to him, that he (though he loved the man) silenced him for a time, which our apocalyptical prophet took very ill at his hands, and wondered much at his incredulity.  Well, that month and some after that over, our prophet (who had made no little stir in the country by his prophesying) was cast into prison for his obstinacy.  After a while Luther visited him, thinking by that time to find him of another mind; but so far was he from acknowledging his error, that he downright railed at Luther for giving him good counsel.  And some write, that to his dying day (having lived to the age of eighty years) he never recanted.”

These air-built hopes and projects may in some sort account for the readiness with which Dee admitted the stranger after hearing his message.  It seemed to be the very echo of his own thoughts, floating on their dark current, which it quickened by some unknown and mysterious impulse.

The Doctor was sitting in a high and curiously-wrought chair, cushioned with black leather, gilt and ornamented after the antique fashion.  His upper garment was of black serge, the neck and breast furred with sables.  A cap of the same materials concealed his bald and shining head, giving his pale shrivelled features a peculiar look of learning and hard study.  His face was long, and his beard pointed.  Age and anxiety were indelibly marked upon his lank visage; but his eye was yet undimmed; small, keen, and restless, it seemed the image of his own insatiable desire, consuming soul and body in the fire and fervour of its inordinate and uncontrolled appetite.

“Thy name?” said Dee sharply, as the stranger bowed himself before the reputed magician.

“Bartholomew Hickman.”

“And thy business?” inquired the Doctor, with an inquisitive glance.

“Since your reverence hath dismissed Kelly, you have been but indifferently served in the capacity of seer; mine errand is to this purport:—­If we agree for wages, I will serve you; and I doubt not but my faculty of seeing will equal that of Master Kelly, provided you have a glass whose quality and virtue shall be equivalent.”

“My glass,” replied the Doctor, “is not to be matched throughout the world.  Even Cornelius Agrippa had not its like; nor was his famous mirror fit to compare with it.  Hast heard aught of its history?”

“I would listen, Master Dee, for my knowledge thereof is but gathered from the vulgar report.”