The ladies having consented to this arrangement its order to recruit themselves for the work they were not so mad as to intrust wholly to a hireling, nurse's feathers smoothed themselves perceptibly. At twelve the patient was muttering and murmuring incessantly about wrecks, and money, and things: of which vain babble nurse showed her professional contempt by nodding. At 12.30 she slept At 1.20 she snored very loud, and woke instantly at the sound. She took the thief out of the candle, and went like a good sentinel to look at her charge. He was not there. She rubbed her eyes, and held the candle over the place where he ought to be--where, in fact, he must be; for he was far too weak to move. She tore the bedclothes down: she beat and patted the clothes with her left hand, and the candle began to shake violently in her right. The bed was empty. Mrs. Dodd was half asleep when a hurried tap came to her door: she started up in a moment and great dread fell on her; was David sinking? “Ma'am! Ma'am! Is he here?” “He! Who?” cried Mrs. Dodd, bewildered. “Why, _him!_ He can't be far off” In a moment Mrs. Dodd had opened the door, and her tongue and the nurse's seemed to dash together, so fast came the agitated words from each in turn; and crying, “Call my son! Alarm the house!” Mrs. Dodd darted into the sickroom. She was out again in a moment, and up in the attics rousing the maids, while the nurse thundered at Edward's door and Julia's, and rang every bell she could get at. The inmates were soon alarmed, and flinging on their clothes: meantime Mrs. Dodd and the nurse scoured the house and searched every nook in it down to the very cellar: they found no David. But they found something. The street door ajar. It was a dark drizzly night. Edward took one road, Mrs. Dodd and Elizabeth another. They were no sooner gone, than Julia drew the nurse into a room apart and asked her eagerly if her father had said nothing. “Said nothing, Miss? Why he was a-talking all the night incessant.” “Did he say anything particular? think now.” “No, Miss: he went on as they all do just before a change. I never minds 'em; I hear so much of it.” “Oh, nurse! nurse! have pity on me; try and recollect.” “Well, Miss, to oblige you then; it was mostly fights this time--and wrecks--and villains--and bankers--and sharks.” “Bankers??!” asked Julia eagerly. “Yes, Miss, and villains, they come once or twice, but most of the time it was sharks, and ships, and money, and--hotch-potch I call it the way they talk. Bless your heart, they know no better: everything they ever saw, or read, or heard tell of--it all comes out higgledy-piggledy just before they goes off. We that makes it a business never takes no notice of what they says, Miss, and never repeats it out of one sick house into another, that you _may_ rely on.” Julia scarcely heard this: her hands were tight to her brow as if to aid her to think with all her force.