"If you wish to serve her, keep guard upon your tongue.

If you have any preparations to make, they must not be delayed.

I shall shut up my house to-morrow." "Whether Leonard returns or not ?" asked Mrs.Bloundel.
"I shall wait for no one," returned her husband, peremptorily.
They then separated, and Mrs.Bloundel hastened to her daughter to acquaint her with the result of the interview.
In the afternoon of the same day, the grocer, who began to feel extremely uneasy about Leonard, again repaired to Saint Paul's to see whether he could obtain any tidings of him, and learnt, to his great dismay, from one of the vergers, that a young man, answering to the description of the apprentice, had been attacked by the pestilence, and having been taken to the vaults of Saint Faith's, had made his escape from his attendants, and, it was supposed, had perished.

Horror-stricken by this intelligence, he descended to the subterranean church, where he met Judith Malmayns and Chowles, who confirmed the verger's statement.
"The poor young man, I am informed," said Chowles, "threw himself into the Thames, and was picked up by a boat, and afterwards conveyed, in a dying state, to the pest-house in Finsbury Fields, where you will probably find him, if he is still alive." Mr.Bloundel heard no more.

Quitting the cathedral, he hastened to Finsbury Fields, and sought out the building to which he had been directed.