I care not what happens to me, provided you escape the earl." "Come home, mistress," cried the grocer, dragging her through the crowd which had gathered round them.
"Here is a pretty conclusion to the adventure!" cried Parravicin; "but where is the apprentice--and where is the pretty Nizza Macascree?
'Fore heaven," he added, as he looked around for them in vain, "I should not wonder if they have eloped together." "Nor I," replied Rochester.

"I admire the youth's spirit, and trust he may be more fortunate with his second mistress than with his first." "It shall be my business to prevent that," rejoined Parravicin.

"Help me to search for her." * * * * * VIII.
THE AMULET.
As the grocer disappeared with his daughter, Nizza Macascree, who had anxiously watched the apprentice, observed him turn deadly pale, and stagger; and instantly springing to his side, she supported him to a neighbouring column, against which he leaned till he had in some degree recovered from the shock.

He then accompanied her to Bishop Kempe's beautiful chapel in the northern aisle, where she expected to find her father; but it was empty.
"He will be back presently," said Nizza.

"He is no doubt making the rounds of the cathedral.