"The door closed, and Viviana withdrew into the closet, where she knelt down before the crucifix.  Doctor Dee seated himself on the bedside; and taking a gourd-shaped bottle, filled with a clear sparkling liquid, from beneath his robe, he raised it to his eyes with his left hand, while he placed his right on the wrist of the wounded man.  In this attitude he continued for a few seconds, while Kelley, with his arms folded, likewise kept his gaze fixed on the phial.  At the expiration of that time, Dee, who had apparently counted the pulsations of the sufferer, took out the glass stopper from the bottle, the contents of which diffused a pungent odour around; and wetting a small piece of linen with it, applied it to his temples.  He then desired Kelley to raise his head, and poured a few drops down his throat.  This done, he waited a few minutes, and repeated the application.  Look ! he cried to Kelley.  The elixir already begins to operate.  His chest heaves. His limbs shiver. That flush upon the cheek, and that dampness upon the brow, denote that the animal heat is restored.  A third draught will accomplish the cure.  I can already feel his heart palpitate, observed Kelley placing his hand on the patient's breast. Heaven be praised! ejaculated Viviane, who had suspended her devotions to listen. Hold him tightly, cried Dee to his assistant, while I administer the last draught. He may injure himself by the struggles. Kelley obeyed and twined his arms tightly round the wounded man. And fortunate it was that the precaution was taken, for the elixer was no sooner poured down his throat than his chest began to labour violently, his eyes opened, and, raising himself bolt-upright, he struggled violently to break from the hold imposed upon him.  This he would have effected, if Dee had not likewise lent his aid to prevent him.  This is, indeed, a wonderful sight! cried Viviann, who had quitted the closet, and now gazed on, in awe and astonishment.  I can never be sufficiently thankful to you, reverend sir."-p.114.

The engravings, on steel, by George Cruikshank for Ainsworth's novel illustrate the style of the modern image of the plot quite well. Select your favorite scene from the table below.

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