He then produced a bottle of medicated canary, and pouring out a large glass for the apprentice, drained another himself.
"I will answer for its virtue," he said: "it is a sure preservative against the plague." Having furnished himself with several small packets of simples, a few pots of ointment, one or two phials, and a case of surgical instruments, he told Leonard he was ready to attend him.
"We will go round by Warwick-lane," he added.

"I must call upon Chowles, the coffin-maker.

It will not detain us a moment; and I have an order to give him." The mention of this name brought to Leonard's mind the hideous attendant on the dead-cart, and he had no doubt he was the person in question.

It did not become him, however, to make a remark, and they set out.
Mounting Addle-hill, and threading Ave-Maria-lane, they entered Warwick-lane, and about half-way up the latter thoroughfare, the doctor stopped before a shop, bearing on its immense projecting sign the representation of a coffin lying in state, and covered with scutcheons, underneath which was written, "ANSELM CHOWLES, COFFIN-MAKER." "I do not think you will find Mr.Chowles at home," observed Leonard: "for I saw him with the dead-cart not half an hour ago." "Very likely," returned the doctor; "but I shall see one of his men.

The coffin-maker's business is now carried on in the night time," he added, with a sigh; "and he drives a flourishing trade.