He could not, however, refuse him admittance, and led the way to the grocer's chamber.

As they entered it, Bloundel arose, and placing his finger to his lips in token of silence, raised the blankets, and exhibited the blotch, which had greatly increased in size, under the arm of his slumbering son.

The foremost of the searchers, who kept a phial of vinegar to his nose all the time he remained in the room, then demanded in a low tone whether there were any other of the household infected?
The grocer replied in the negative.
Upon this, Chowles, whose manner showed he was more than half intoxicated, took off his hat, and bowing obsequiously to the grocer, said, "Shall I prepare you a coffin, Mr.Bloundel ?--you are sure to want one, and had better give the order in time, for there is a great demand for such articles just now.

If you like, I will call with it tomorrow night.

I have a plague-cart of my own, and bury all my customers." "God grant I may not require your services, sir!" replied the grocer, shuddering.