At last, one of the chirurgeon’s assistants told him that he thought the doctor was gone towards Cornhill, and hoping, accidentally, to meet with him, the enthusiast set off in that direction.  While passing near the Exchange, he encountered Leonard, as before related, but did not think fit to acquaint him with more than Amabel’s dangerous situation; and he had reason to regret making the communication at all, on finding its effect upon the poor youth.  There was, however, no help for it, and placing him in what appeared a situation of safety, he left him.

Rochester, meanwhile, had been equally unsuccessful in his search for Hodges.  Hurrying first in one direction and then in another, at the suggestion of the chirurgeon’s assistant, he at last repaired to the doctor’s residence, determined to await his return.  In half an hour he came, and received the earl, as the old porter stated to Thirlby and Leonard, with angry astonishment.  As soon as they were alone, the earl told him all that had occurred, and besought him to accompany him to the poor sufferer.

“I will go to her,” said Hodges, who had listened to the recital with mixed feelings of sorrow and indignation, “on one condition—­and one only—­namely, that your lordship does not see her again without my permission.”

“Why do you impose this restriction upon, me sir?’ demanded Rochester.

“I do not think it necessary to give my reasons, my lord,” returned Hodges; “but I will only go upon such terms.”

“Then I must perforce submit,” replied the earl; “but I entreat you to set forth-without a moment’s delay, or you will be too late.”

“I will follow you instantly,” rejoined Hodges.  “Your lordship can wait for me at the Southwark side of the bridge.”  He then opened the door, reiterating the terms upon which alone he would attend, and the earl departed.

Shortly afterwards he set out, and making the best of his way, found Rochester at the appointed place.  The latter conducted him to the entrance of the habitation, and indicating a spot where he would remain till his return, left him.  Hodges soon found his way to the chamber of the sufferer, and at once perceived that all human aid was vain.  She exhibited much pleasure at seeing him, and looked round, as if in search of the earl.  Guessing her meaning, the physician, who now began to regret the interdiction he had placed upon him, told her that he was the cause of his absence.

“It is well,” she murmured—­“well.”  She then made some inquiries after her relatives, and receiving a satisfactory answer, said, “I am glad you are come.  You will be able to tell my father how I died.”

“It will be a great comfort to him to learn the tranquil frame in which I have found you,” replied Hodges.

“How long have I to live?” asked Amabel, somewhat quickly.  “Do not deceive me.”

“You had better make your preparations without delay,” returned Hodges.