Shortly afterwards the doctor came out, and said to me, 'I am going to attend a young woman who is sick of the plague, and may be absent for some time.

If Mr.Thirlby or Leonard Holt should call, detain them till my return.'" "My heart tells me that the young woman he is gone to visit is no other than Amabel," said Leonard Holt, sorrowfully.
"I suspect it is Nizza Macascree," cried Thirlby.

"Which way did your master take ?" "I did not observe," replied the porter, "but he told me he should cross London Bridge." "I will go into Southwark in quest of him," said Thirlby.

"Every moment is of consequence now." "You had better stay where you are," replied the old porter.

"It is the surest way to meet with him." Thirlby, however, was too full of anxiety to listen to reason, and his impatience producing a corresponding effect upon Leonard, though from a different motive, they set forth together.