"We should have had Dr.Quackleben here," he said, wiping his glasses, and returning them to the shagreen case, "though it would have been only for form's sake--for he is as dead as a toor-nail, poor boy .-- But come, Mowbray, my bairn," he said, taking him by the arm, "we must be ganging our ain gait, you and me, before waur comes of it .-- I have a bit powney here, and you have your horse till we get to Marchthorn .-- Captain Jekyl, I wish you a good morning.
Will you have my umbrella back to the inn, for I surmeese it is going to rain ?" Mowbray had not ridden a hundred yards with his guide and companion, when he drew his bridle, and refused to proceed a step farther, till he had learned what was become of Clara.

The Captain began to find he had a very untractable pupil to manage, when, while they were arguing together, Touchwood drove past in his hack chaise.

As soon as he recognised Mowbray, he stopped the carriage to inform him that his sister was at the Aultoun, which he had learned from finding there had been a messenger sent from thence to the Well for medical assistance, which could not be afforded, the Esculapius of the place, Dr.
Quackleben, having been privately married to Mrs.Blower on that morning, by Mr.Chatterly, and having set out on the usual nuptial tour.
In return for this intelligence, Captain MacTurk communicated the fate of Lord Etherington.

The old man earnestly pressed instant flight, for which he supplied at the same time ample means, engaging to furnish every kind of assistance and support to the unfortunate young lady; and representing to Mowbray, that if he staid in the vicinity, a prison would soon separate them.

Mowbray and his companion then departed southward upon the spur, reached London in safety, and from thence went together to the Peninsula, where the war was then at the hottest.
There remains little more to be told.