He ran, he tore, animated by a good action, and spurred by the notion that he was in direct competition with the fiend for the possession of his benefactress.

He had no sooner turned the corner than Mrs.Woffington, looking out of the window, observed Sir Charles Pomander on the watch, as she had expected.

She remained at the window with Mrs.Vane's hood on, until Sir Charles's eye in its wanderings lighted on her, and then, dropping Mrs.Vane's letter from the window, she hastily withdrew.
Sir Charles eagerly picked it up.

His eye brightened when he read the short contents.

With a self-satisfied smile he mounted the stair.
He found in Triplet's house a lady who seemed startled at her late hardihood.