“‘Good-day, Cosmo,’ replied the old alchemist.  And they both looked into the furnace.  ‘What strength has the moon to-day?’ asked the elder.  ‘But, caro Lorenzo,’ replied my mother’s astrologer, ’the September tides are not yet over; we can learn nothing while that disorder lasts.’  ‘What says the East to-night?’ ’It discloses in the air a creative force which returns to earth all that earth takes from it.  The conclusion is that all things here below are the product of a slow transformation, but that all diversities are the forms of one and the same substance.’  ‘That is what my predecessor thought,’ replied Lorenzo.  ’This morning Bernard Palissy told me that metals were the result of compression, and that fire, which divides all, also unites all; fire has the power to compress as well as to separate.  That man has genius.’  Though I was placed where it was impossible for them to see me, Cosmo said, lifting the hand of the dead girl:  ’Some one is near us!  Who is it’ ‘The king,’ she answered.  I at once showed myself and rapped on the window.  Ruggiero opened it, and I sprang into that hellish kitchen, followed by Tavannes.  ‘Yes, the king,’ I said to the two Florentines, who seemed terrified.  ’In spite of your furnaces and your books, your sciences and your sorceries, you did not foresee my visit.  I am very glad to meet the famous Lorenzo Ruggiero, of whom my mother speaks mysteriously,’ I said, addressing the old man, who rose and bowed.  ’You are in this kingdom without my consent, my good man.  For whom are you working here, you whose ancestors from father to son have been devoted in heart to the house of Medici?  Listen to me!  You dive into so many purses that by this time, if you are grasping men, you have piled up gold.  You are too shrewd and cautious to cast yourselves imprudently into criminal actions; but, nevertheless, you are not here in this kitchen without a purpose.  Yes, you have some secret scheme, you who are satisfied neither by gold nor power.  Whom do you serve,—­God or the devil?  What are you concocting here?  I choose to know the whole truth; I am a man who can hear it and keep silence about your enterprise, however blamable it maybe.  Therefore you will tell me all, without reserve.  If you deceive me you will be treated severely.  Pagans or Christians, Calvinists or Mohammedans, you have my royal word that you shall leave the kingdom in safety if you have any misdemeanors to relate.  I shall leave you for the rest of the night and the forenoon of to-morrow to examine your thoughts; for you are now my prisoners, and you will at once follow me to a place where you will be guarded carefully.’  Before obeying me the two Italians consulted each other by a subtle glance; then Lorenzo Ruggiero said I might be assured that no torture could wring their secrets from them; that in spite of their apparent feebleness neither pain nor human feelings had any power of them; confidence alone could make their mouth say what their mind contained.  I