“ Mr. Wrayburn, I cannot tell you now. I cannot tell you tonight, if I ever can tell you. Pray leave me.”

“But, Lizzie, I came expressly to join you. I came to walk home with you, having dined at a coffeehouse in this neighbourhood and knowing your hour. And I have been lingering about,” added Eugene, “like a bailiff; or,” with a look at Riah, “an old clothesman.”

The Jew lifted up his eyes, and took in Eugene once more, at another glance.

“ Mr. Wrayburn, pray, pray, leave me with this protector. And one thing more. Pray, pray be careful of yourself.”

“Mysteries of Udolpho!” said Eugene, with a look of wonder. “May I be excused for asking, in the elderly gentleman’s presence, who is this kind protector?”

“A trustworthy friend,” said Lizzie.