"Hopelessly!" replied the earl, with a deep sigh. "She was a
perfect little beauty; and if I can find her, I warn Sir Norman
Kingsley to take care! I have already sent Hubert out in search
of her; and, by the way," said the earl, with a sudden increase
of animation, "what a wonderful resemblance she bears to Hubert -
I could almost swear they were one and the same!"
"The likeness is marvelous; but I should hate to take such an
oath. I confess I am somewhat curious myself; but I stand no
chance of having it gratified before to-morrow, I suppose."
"How those fires blaze! It is much brighter than at noon-day.
Show me the house in which Leoline lies?".
Ormiston easily pointed it out, and showed the earl the light
still burning in her window.
"It was in that room we found her first, dead of the plague!"
"Dead of the what?" cried the earl, aghast.
"Dead of the plague! I'll tell your lordship how it was," said
Ormiston, who forthwith commend and related the story of their
finding Leoline; of the resuscitation at the plague-pit; of the
flight from Sir Norman's house, and of the delirious plunge into
the river, and miraculous cure.
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