ooted Monastery
they found an unhappy monk who had been shut up for twelve years for his
heretical opinions, and with loud shouts of joy they liberated him from
his dungeon.

When morning dawned, it was found that the interiors of no less than
thirty churches inside the walls had been utterly destroyed. Not a
graven image, scarcely a picture, remained in any of them.

We were out all night watching what was going forward. I, of course,
have given but a very brief account of all the events which took place.

When we returned, Master Clough was not a little angry with us for
having gone without his leave, although he was willing enough to receive
the account we had to give him. He talked indeed of reporting us to Sir
Thomas as idle varlets, who did as little as they could for their pay.

More came out of this matter, as might be expected, as I shall have
shortly to describe.

CHAPTER TWENTY.

ADVENTURE WITH A WITCH.

Master Clough punished me for what he was pleased to call my idle
behaviour, during the time of the breaking of the images, by making me
copy out the whole of a long letter he wrote to Sir Thomas Gresham,
giving an account of the affair. He acknowledged that the mob, although
he called them ruffianly rascals, had evidently been influenced by one
sole motive, that was--to do away with all the symbols of Popery; that
neither man nor woman had been in the slightest degree injured, nor a
single article (great as was the value of many of them) appropriated by
the image-breakers.

Shortly after this we were as usual seated at our desks working away,
for Master Clough kept us well employed, when a courier entered the
office. He brought the information that Sir Thomas Gresham had landed
at Ostend two days before from England, accompanied by a lady, and that
he hoped to arrive the following day at Antwerp. Preparations were
instantly made for his reception. A'Dale and I were not a little
interested in trying to guess who the lady could be. We
cross-questioned the courier, but all we could learn from him was that
the lady was not Lady Anne Gresham; indeed, he had supposed, from the
way Sir Thomas treated her, that she must be his daughter. She was
also, we discovered, young and fair. I had some hesitation in asking
the man these questions. Her name he did not know. I strongly
suspected that she must be Aveline Radford.

Madam Clough, however, at all events seemed to know all about her, and
w