“I am almost afraid of leaving the poor fellow,” said Leonard, hesitating as he was about to descends the steps.  “Judith Malmayns is so cunning and unscrupulous, that she may find some means of doing him an injury.”

“Have no fear,” replied Thirlby; “she has promised me not to molest him further.”

“You appear to have a strange influence over her, then,” observed Leonard.  “May I ask how you have attained it?”

“No matter,” replied the other.  “It must suffice that I am willing to exercise it in your behalf.”

“And you are not disposed to tell me the nature of the interest you feel in Nizza Macascree?” pursued Leonard.

“Not as yet,” replied Thirlby, with a look and tone calculated to put a stop to further inquiries.

Passing through Saint Austin’s Gate, they approached Watling-street, at the corner of which stood the house where Doctor Hodges had taken up his temporary abode, that he might visit the sick in the cathedral with greater convenience, and be more readily summoned whenever his attendance might be required.  Thirlby’s knock at the door was answered, to Leonard’s great satisfaction, by the old porter, who was equally delighted to see him.

It did not escape Leonard that the porter treated the stranger with great respect, and he inferred from this that he was a person of some consideration, as indeed his deportment bespoke him.  The old man informed them that his master had been summoned on a case of urgency early in the morning, and had not yet returned, neither was he aware whither he was gone.  He promised, however, to acquaint him with Blaize’s condition immediately on his return—­“and I need not assure you,” he added to Leonard, “that he will instantly go to him.”  Thirlby then inquired of the porter whether Mike Macascree, the blind piper, was still at Dame Lucas’s cottage, in Finsbury Fields, and was answered in the affirmative by the old man, who added, however, in a voice of much emotion, that the good dame herself was no more.

“She died about a fortnight ago of the plague,” he said, “and is buried where she desired to be, beneath an old apple-tree in her garden.”

“Alas!” exclaimed Leonard, brushing away a tear, “her own foreboding is too truly realised.”

“I am about to visit the old piper,” observed Thirlby to the apprentice.  “Will you go with me?”

The other readily acquiesced, only stipulating that they should call in Wood-street on the way, that he might inquire whether his master wanted him.  Thirlby agreeing to this, and the old porter repeating his assurance that Leonard might make himself quite easy as to Blaize, for he would send his master to him the instant he returned, they set out.  On reaching Wood-street the apprentice gave the customary signal, and the grocer answering it, he informed him of his unexpected meeting with Blaize, and of the state in which he had left him.  Mr. Bloundel was much distressed by the intelligence, and telling Leonard that he should not require him again that night, besought him to observe the utmost caution.  This the apprentice promised, and joining Thirlby, who had walked forward to a little distance, they struck into a narrow street on the right, and proceeding along Aldermanbury, soon arrived at the first postern in the city walls beyond Cripplegate.