I overheard the servants say it was your brother who was ill, not you.

I also learnt that you were in your mother's room.

I found the door, and by a fortunate device, obtained admittance.

Now you know all, and will you not fly with me ?" "How _can_ I fly ?" cried Amabel, gazing wildly round the room, as if in search of some place of refuge or escape, and, noticing her little sister, Christiana, who was lying asleep in the bed--"Oh! how I envy that innocent!" she murmured.
"Think of nothing but yourself," rejoined Wyvil, seizing her hand.

"If you stay here, it will be to perish of the plague.