Have you no letter or token that might lead to his discovery ?" he added, turning to Amabel.
"I have his portrait," she replied, drawing a small miniature from her bosom.
"I am glad I have seen this," said the doctor, slightly starting as he cast his eyes upon it.

"I hope it is not too late to save you, Amabel," he added, in a severe tone.

"I hope you are free from contamination ?" "As I live, I am," she replied.

"But you recognise the likeness ?" "I do," returned Hodges.

"It is the portrait of one whose vices and depravity are the town's cry, and whose name coupled with that of a woman, is sufficient to sully her reputation." "It is the Earl of Rochester," said Mrs.Bloundel.
"You have guessed aright," replied the doctor; "it is." Uttering an exclamation of surprise and terror, Amabel fell back in her chair.
"I thought it must be that wicked nobleman," cried Mrs.Bloundel.