His conductor then led him to an upper room, where he found the chirurgeons dressing the sores of their patients, most of whom uttered loud shrieks while under their hands.

Here an incident occurred which deeply affected the grocer.

A poor young woman, who had been brought to the pest-house with her child on the previous evening, had just expired, and the infant, unable to obtain its customary nourishment, uttered the most piteous cries.

It was instantly removed by a nurse and proper food given it; but Mr.Bloundel was informed that the plague-tokens had already appeared, and that it would not probably live over the night.

"I have no doubt," said the young chirurgeon, "it will be buried with its mother." And so it happened.
The grocer turned away to hide his emotion, and endeavoured through his blinded gaze to discover Leonard, but, as will be anticipated, without success.