I would fain know," he added, his brow suddenly contracting, and his lip quivering, "what has become of the Earl of Rochester ?" "He has married a wealthy heiress, the fair Mistress Mallet," replied Hodges.
"Married, and so soon!" cried Leonard.

"And he has quite forgotten his victim ?" "Apparently so," replied the doctor, with an expression of disgust.
"And it was for one who so lightly regarded her that she sacrificed herself," groaned Leonard, his head dropping upon his breast.
"Come," cried Hodges, taking his arm, and leading him out of the room; "we must go and look after your master." With this, they made the best of their way to Wood-street.

Arrived at the grocer's house, they went upstairs, and Hodges immediately pronounced Mr.Bloundel to be suffering from a slight feverish attack, which a sudorific powder would remove.

Having administered the remedy, he descended to the lower room to allay the fears of the family.

Mrs.
Bloundel received the happy tidings with tears of joy, and the doctor remained a short time to condole with her on the loss she had sustained.
The good dame wept bitterly on hearing the whole particulars, with which she had been hitherto unacquainted, attending her daughter's untimely death, but she soon regained her composure.