He did not, however, give in, but continued carousing until an hour before his death." Too much shocked to make any reply, the young man proceeded towards the hutch.

Beneath a doorway, at a little distance from it, sat a watchman with a halberd on his shoulder, guarding the house; but it was evident he would be of little further use.

His face was covered with his hands, and his groans proclaimed that he himself was attacked by the pestilence.

Entering the hutch, the young man pulled the cord of the bell, and the summons was soon after answered by the grocer, who appeared at the window.

"What, Leonard Holt!" he exclaimed, in surprise, on seeing the young man--"is it you ?--what ails you ?--you look frightfully ill." "I have been attacked a second time by the plague," replied the apprentice, "and am only just recovered from it." "What of my child ?" cried the grocer eagerly--"what of her ?" "Alas! alas!" exclaimed the apprentice.
"Do not keep me in suspense," rejoined the grocer.