ostillions, who were quarrelling in the Inn-yard.

'Ha! Ha!' cried He suddenly; 'Yonder is the Great Mogul.'

'Who?' said I.

'Only a Man who made me a strange speech at Munich.'

'What was the purport of it?'

'Now you put me in mind of it, Segnor, it was a kind of message to you;
but truly it was not worth delivering. I believe the Fellow to be mad,
for my part. When I came to Munich in search of you, I found him
living at 'The King of the Romans,' and the Host gave me an odd account
of him. By his accent He is supposed to be a Foreigner, but of what
Country nobody can tell. He seemed to have no acquaintance in the
Town, spoke very seldom, and never was seen to smile. He had neither
Servants or Baggage; But his Purse seemed well-furnished, and He did
much good in the Town. Some supposed him to be an Arabian Astrologer,
Others to be a Travelling Mountebank, and many declared that He was
Doctor Faustus, whom the Devil had sent back to Germany. The Landlord,
however told me, that He had the best reasons to believe him to be the
Great Mogul incognito.'

'But the strange speech, Theodore.'

'True, I had almost forgotten the speech: Indeed for that matter, it
would not have been a great loss if I had forgotten it altogether. You
are to know, Segnor, that while I was enquiring about you of the
Landlord, this Stranger passed by. He stopped, and looked at me
earnestly. 'Youth!' said He in a solemn voice, 'He whom you seek, has
found that which He would fain lose. My hand alone can dry up the
blood: Bid your Master wish for me when the Clock strikes, 'One.'

'How?' cried I, starting from my Sopha. (The words which Theodore had
repeated, seemed to imply the Stranger's knowledge of my secret) 'Fly
to him, my Boy! Entreat him to grant me one moment's conversation!'

Theodore was surprised at the vivacity of my manner: However, He asked
no questions, but hastened to obey me. I waited his return
impatiently. But a short space of time had elapsed when He again
appeared and ushered the expected Guest into my chamber. He was a Man
of majestic presence: His countenance was strongly marked, and his
eyes were large, black, and sparkling: Yet there was a something in
his look which, the moment that I saw him, inspired me with a secret
awe, not to say horror. He was drest plainly, his hair was unpowdered,
and a band of black velvet which encircled his forehead spread over his
features an additional gloom. His