"What will become of you! I wish my husband would shut up his house.

That might put an end to the difficulty.

I am not half so much afraid of the plague as I am of the Earl of Rochester.

But compose yourself, as your father desired, that when he sends for us we may be ready to meet him with cheerfulness." Mr.Bloundel, however, did _not_ send for them.

He remained in the shop all day, except at meal-times, when he said little, and appeared to be labouring under a great weight of anxiety.