You must fly with me." "Fly!" exclaimed Amabel; "at such a time as this ?--my brother dying--the whole house, perhaps, infected! How can you ask me to fly?
Why have you come hither?
You will destroy me." "Not so, sweet Amabel," replied Wyvil, ardently.

"I would bear you from the reach of this horrible disease.

I am come to save you, and will not stir without you." "What shall I do ?" cried Amabel, distractedly.

"But I am rightly punished for my disobedience and ingratitude to my dear father.

Oh! Wyvil, I did not deserve this from you." "Hear me, Amabel," cried her lover; "I implore your forgiveness.