As for the poor Doctor himself, there seemed little chance of his being enlightened as to the real state of matters; for from the moment the young lady had taken her place in the chaise, she had buried her face in her hands, and sobbed continually.

Meanwhile he concluded that they were approaching the house by some back entrance, to avoid noise and confusion, and waited, with due patience, for the journey's end.
As, however, her grief continued unabated, Fitz.

at length began to think of the many little consolatory acts he had successfully practised in his professional career, and was just insinuating some very tender speech on the score of resignation, with his head inclined towards the weeping lady beside him, when the chaise of Mrs.Fitz.came up along-side, and the postillions having yielded to the call to halt, drew suddenly up, displaying to the enraged wife the tableau we have mentioned.
"So, wretch," she screamed rather than spoke, "I have detected you at last." "Lord bless me! Why it is my wife." "Yes, villain! your injured, much-wronged wife! And you, madam, may I ask what you have to say for thus eloping with a married man ?" "Shame! My dear Jemima," said Fitz.

"how can you possibly permit your foolish jealousy so far to blind your reason.

Don't you see I am going upon a professional call ?" "Oh! you are.