"Come along, Ormiston." And seizing his friend by the arm, he hurried along with a velocity rather uncomfortable, considering they both wore cloaks, and the night was excessively sultry.

The gloomy vehicle and its fainting burden followed close behind.
"What do you mean to do with her ?" asked Ormiston, as soon as he found breath enough to speak.
"Haven't I told you ?" said Sir Norman, impatiently.

"Take her home, of course." "And after that ?" "Go for a doctor." "And after that ?" "Take care of her till she gets well." "And after that ?" "Why--find out her history, and all about her." "And after that ?" "After that! After that! How do I know what after that!" exclaimed Sir Norman, rather fiercely.

"Ormiston, what do you mean ?" Ormiston laughed.
"And after that you'll marry her, I suppose!" "Perhaps I may, if she will have me.

And what if I do ?" "Oh, nothing! Only it struck me you may be saving another man's wife." "That's true!" said Sir Norman, in a subdued tone, "and if such should unhappily be the case, nothing will remain but to live in hopes that he may be carried off by the plague." "Pray Heaven that we may not be carried off by it ourselves!" said Ormiston, with a slight shudder.