“ Mr. Rokesmith goes with us?” he said, hesitating, with a look towards the door.

“Oh, I forgot!” replied Bella. “His best compliments. His face is swollen to the size of two faces, and he is to go to bed directly, poor fellow, to wait for the doctor, who is coming to lance him.”

“It is curious,” observed Lightwood, “that I have never yet seen Mr. Rokesmith, though we have been engaged in the same affairs.”

“Really?” said the unblushing Bella.

“I begin to think,” observed Lightwood, “that I never shall see him.”