Leaving the body in care of the second, Parravicin and his friends returned to the coach, where the major rejoiced greatly at the issue of the duel; but the knight looked grave, and pondered upon the words of the dying man.
After a time, however, he recovered his spirits, and dined with his friends at the Smyrna; but they observed that he drank more deeply than usual.

His excesses did not, however, prevent him from playing with his usual skill, and he won a large sum from Rochester at hazard.
Flushed with success, and heated with wine, he walked up to Disbrowe's residence about an hour after midnight.

As he approached the house, he observed a strangely-shaped cart at the door, and, halting for a moment, saw a body, wrapped in a shroud, brought out.

Could it be Mrs.Disbrowe?
Rushing forward, to one of the assistants in black cloaks--and who was no other than Chowles--he asked whom he was about to inter.
"It is a Mrs.Disbrowe," replied the coffin-maker.

"She died of grief, because her husband was killed this morning in a duel; but as she had the plague, it must be put down to that.