Nay, do not hesitate.

I will have no refusal." So saying, he took Leonard's arm, and led him in the direction of Wood-street.

Nothing passed between them on the way, nor did Leonard evince any further emotion until he entered the door of the grocer's dwelling, when he uttered a deep groan.

Mrs.Bloundel was greatly affected at seeing him, as were the rest of the family, and abundance of tears were shed by all, except Mr.Bloundel, who maintained his customary stoical demeanour throughout the meeting.
Satisfied that the pestilence had not declined sufficiently to warrant him in opening his house, the grocer determined to await the result of a few weeks.

Indeed, that very night, he had reason to think he had defeated his plans by precipitancy.