Speeding after them along Blowbladder-street, and Middle-row, as Newgate-street was then termed, the apprentice shouted to the coachman to stop, but no attention being paid to his vociferations, and finding pursuit unavailing, he came to a halt.

He then more slowly retraced his steps, and on arriving at the grocer's residence, found the basket drawn up.
Almost afraid to call out, he at length mustered courage enough to shout to Blaize to lower it, and was answered by Mr.Bloundel, who, putting his head through the window, demanded in a stern tone why he had left the house?
Leonard briefly explained.
"I deeply regret your imprudence," replied his master; "because I can now no more admit you.

It is my fixed determination, as you well know, not to suffer any member of my family who may quit my house, to enter it again." "I shall not attempt to remonstrate with you, sir," replied Leonard.
"All I pray of you is to allow me to occupy this hutch, and to act as your porter." "Willingly," rejoined Mr.Bloundel; "and as you have had the plague, you will run no risk of infection.

You shall know all that passes within doors; and I only lament that you should have banished yourself from the asylum which I hoped to afford you." After some further conversation between them, a bundle was lowered by the grocer, containing a change of clothes and a couple of blankets.

On receiving these, Leonard retired to the hutch, and tying a handkerchief round his wounded arm, wrapped himself in a night trail, and stretching himself on the ground, in spite of his anxiety, soon sank asleep.