ABSTRACT
At the approach of night, Delmont found it impossible to attempt taking any repose – Yet whither could he go, or what could he do to relieve himself from the misery of suspence? – Had he ever cultivated any acquaintance in London, it was not now that society could relieve him – Armitage was the only man to whom he wished to speak; his voice the only one that he thought he could endure to hear. Fortune, as if to teize him with trifles, than which nothing is more difficult to bear with temper, while any heavy sorrow presses on the mind, contrived to throw him into the way of Dr. Winslow, who was waddling along the Hay Market, and whom he did not see, till he was so near that it was impossible to escape him.
