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`` What now , good gentlemen , '' cried Catesby , with an attempt at gayety , when silence had again fallen upon the group ; `` ye are in truth but sorry companions . It would appear that something besides good vintage lay in the cellar beneath us . Come , fill your cups and let wine bring to our lips the jest , since wit seemeth utterly barren . '' `` Nay , my lord , '' exclaimed Rookwood , as he thrust his glass aside ; `` I for one am done with pretensions ; 't is time some news did reach us . '' The man drew forth his watch , and glancing at it , said with a frown : `` By Our Blessed Lady , 't is past nine and we have had no tidings ! '' The anxiety in the speaker 's tone seemed to find a silent response in the heart of each . Before them all the wine stood untasted .