Allowing the first transports of joy to subside, Mr.Bloundel begged, her to retire to her own room with Amabel, and not to leave it till they had both regained their composure, when he wished to have some serious conversation with them.
His request complied with, the grocer then retraced his steps to the cathedral with the intention of seeking an explanation from Leonard, and, if he saw occasion to do so, of revoking his severe mandate.

But long before he reached the southern transept, the apprentice had disappeared, nor could he learn what had become of him.

While anxiously pursuing his search among the crowd, and addressing inquiries to all whom he thought likely to afford him information, he perceived a man pushing his way towards him.

As this person drew near, he recognised Pillichody, and would have got out of his way had it been possible.
"You are looking for your apprentice, I understand, Mr.Bloundel," said the bully, raising his hat--"if you desire, it, I will lead you to him." Unwilling as he was to be obliged to one whom he knew to be leagued with the Earl of Rochester, the grocer's anxiety overcame his scruples, and, signifying his acquiescence, Pillichody shouldered his way through the crowd, and did not stop till they reached the northern aisle, where they were comparatively alone.
"Your apprentice is a fortunate spark, Mr.Bloundel," he said.

"No sooner does he lose one mistress than he finds another.