"
"On what account?" asked Leonard anxiously. "His advice, I trust, is not
needed on behalf of any one in whom I am interested."
"No matter," replied Solomon Eagle, in a sombre tone; "have you seen
him?"
"I have not," rejoined the apprentice; "but he is probably at Saint
Paul's."
"I have just left the cathedral, and was told he had proceeded to some
house near Cornhill," rejoined the enthusiast.
"If you have been there, you can perhaps tell me how my master's porter,
Blaize Shotterel, is getting on," said Leonard.
"I can," replied the enthusiast. "I heard one of the chirurgeons say
that Doctor Hodges had pronounced him in a fair way of recovery. But I
must either find the doctor or go elsewhere. Farewell!"
"I will go with you in search of him," said Leonard.
"No, no; you must not--shall not," cried Solomon Eagle.
"Wherefore not?" asked the apprentice.
"Do not question me, but leave me," rejoined the enthusiast.
"Do you know aught of Amabel--of her retreat?" persisted Leonard, who
had a strange misgiving that the enthusiast's errand in some way
referred to her.
"I do," replied Solomon Eagle, gloomily; "but I again advise you not to
press me further."
"Answer me one question at least," cried Leonard. "Is she with the Earl
of Rochester?"
"She is," replied Solomon Eagle; "but I shall allay your fears in that
respect when I tell you she is sick of the plague.
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