A bell rings in the hall; shortly afterwards the door is heard to open.
As soon as Christmas is over--[A bell rings in the hall.]
“It is so long a chain, and yet every link rings true.”
said my friend, blowing blue rings into the air.
On looking at it I found in certain places little rings marked, and on examining these I noticed that one was near London on the east side, manifestly where his new estate was situated; the other two were Exeter, and Whitby on the Yorkshire coast.
It was nursery first and then playroom and gymnasium, I should judge; for the windows are barred for little children, and there are rings and things in the walls.
While those were down, the rest linked hand in hand, and all spun round together: then the ring broke, and in separate rings of two and four they turned and turned until they all stopped at once, began again, struck, clutched, and tore, and then reversed the spin, and all spun round another way.
Around it he saw several knights sitting in a trance; then he pulled off their rings and put them on his own fingers.
With her five gold rings at the door she knocks: ‘Are you within, good Mistress Fox?