I instinctively feel that Disbrowe _is_ dogging us.

What will become of me?
The moment this harebrained coxcomb enters the house, I will see whether a light pair of heels cannot bear me out of harm's way." By this time, they had reached a passage known as Bear-alley (all traces of which have been swept away by modern improvements), and threading it, they entered a narrow thoroughfare, called Castle-street.

Just as they turned the corner, Pillichody again noticed the figure at the further end of the alley, and, but for his fears of the knight, would have instantly scampered off.
"Are we far from the house ?" inquired Parravicin.
"No," replied the major, scarcely able to conceal his trepidation.

"It is close at hand--and so is the lady's husband." "So much the better," replied the knight; "it will afford you some amusement to beat him off.

You may affect not to know him, and may tell him the lady's husband is just come home--her _husband_!--do you take, Pillichody ?" "I do--ha! ha! I do," replied the major, in a quavering tone.
"But you don't appear to relish the jest," rejoined Parravicin, sneeringly.
"Oh, yes, I relish it exceedingly," replied Pillichody; "her husband--ha!--ha!--and Disbrowe is the disappointed lover--capital! But here we are--and I wish we were anywhere else," he added to himself.
"Are you sure you are right ?" asked Parravicin, searching for the key.
"Quite sure," returned Pillichody.