In this way, they reached the doctor's residence, where Leonard was immediately shown to a comfortable bed.
It was late when he awoke next day, and as the doctor was gone forth, he partook of a plentiful breakfast which was placed before him, and repaired to Wood-street, but his master having no commissions for him to execute, he went back again.

By this time, Doctor Hodges had returned, and calling him into his library told him he wished to speak with him.
"You were right last night," he said, "in construing my silence into alarm for Amabel.

In truth, I fear she is rapidly sinking into a decline, and nothing will arrest the progress of the insidious disease but instant removal to the country.

To this she will not consent, neither do I know how it could be accomplished.

It is pitiable to see so lovely a creature dying, as I fear she is, of a broken heart." Leonard covered his face with his hands, and wept aloud.
"We have not yet spoken of Nizza Macascree," said Hodges, after a pause, tapping him kindly on the shoulder.