There seems to be a fatality hanging over this devoted city." "I wonder your lordship remains ?" The earl shrugged his shoulders significantly.
"It is not so easy leaving it as you think, Mr.Ormiston; but I am to turn my back to it to-morrow for a brief period.

You are aware, I suppose, that the court leaves before daybreak for Oxford." "I believe I have heard something of it--how long to remain ?" "Till Charles takes it into his head to come back again," said the earl, familiarly, "which will probably be in a week or two.

Look at that sky, all black and scarlet; and look at those people--I scarcely thought there were half the number left alive in London." "Even the sick have come out to-night," said Ormiston.

"Half the pest-stricken in the city have left their beds, full of newborn hope.
One would think it were a carnival." "So it is--a carnival of death! I hope, Ormiston," said the earl, looking at him with a light laugh, "the pretty little white fairy we rescued from the river is not one of the sick parading the streets." Ormiston looked grave.
"No, my lord, I think she is not.

I left her safe and secure." "Who is she, Ormiston ?" coaxed the earl, laughingly.