"Something, I am certain, troubles you, though you do not choose to confess it.

Heaven grant your anxiety is not occasioned by aught relating to that wicked Earl of Rochester! I cannot sleep in my bed for thinking of him.

I noticed that you followed Amabel out of the room.

I hope you do not suspect anything." "Do not question me further, madam, I entreat," returned the apprentice.
"Whatever I may suspect, I have taken all needful precautions.

Rest easy, and sleep soundly, if you can.