"I must see him to-day.

I have something of importance to say to him." At this point of the conversation Amabel for the first time looked up.
Her eyes were red and inflamed with weeping, and her looks betrayed great internal suffering.
"You cannot see my father, mother," she said in a broken and supplicatory tone.
"But she can write to him, or send a message by me," rejoined Hodges.

"I will deliver it when I go downstairs." "What my mother has to say cannot be confided to a third party, sir," returned Amabel.
"Better defer it, then," said the doctor, who, as he looked hard at her, and saw the colour mount to her cheeks, began to suspect something of the truth.

"Whatever you have to say, Mrs.Bloundel, may be very well delayed; for the house is now closed, with a watchman at the door, and will continue so for a month to come.

No one can quit it, except members of our profession, searchers, nurses, and other authorized persons, during that time." "But can no one enter it, do you think ?" asked Mrs.Bloundel.
"No one would desire to do so, I should conceive, except a lover," replied Hodges, with a sly look at Amabel, who instantly averted her gaze.