"You can have no hesitation in benefiting yourself.

If you remain here, the house will be shut up, and you will be kept a close prisoner for months in the very heart of an infected city, and I dare say will be buried in yonder cellar; whereas, if you go with the Earl of Rochester, you will dwell in a magnificent country mansion--a palace, I ought to call it--enjoy every luxury, and remain there till the plague is over." "That last reason decides me," replied Blaize.

"But I suppose his lordship will provide himself with a medicine chest ?" "He has already got one as large as this table," said Pillichody, "and you shall have the key of it." "Enough!" exclaimed Blaise.

"I am yours." "Pray, what am I to be ?" asked Patience, who had listened to the foregoing conversation with a smile at Blaize's credulity.
"You, sweetheart!" exclaimed Pillichody.

"I will take care of you.