As soon as he was gone, Judith accompanied the coffin-maker to his residence, where she remained, till the evening, when she was suddenly summoned, in a case of urgency, by a messenger from Sibbald, the apothecary of Clerkenwell.
X.
THE DUEL.
After Parravicin's terrible announcement, Disbrowe offered him no further violence, but, flinging down his sword, burst open the door, and rushed upstairs.

His wife was still insensible, but the fatal mark that had betrayed the presence of the plague to the knight manifested itself also to him, and he stood like one entranced, until Mrs.Disbrowe, recovering from her swoon, opened her eyes, and, gazing at him, cried--"You here!--Oh Disbrowe, I dreamed you had deserted me--had sold me to another." "Would it were a dream!" replied her husband.
"And was it not so ?" she rejoined, pressing her hand to her temples.

"It is true! oh! yes, I feel it is.

Every circumstance rushes upon me plainly and distinctly.

I see the daring libertine before me.