"What do we not owe you, sister ?" whispered she.
"Nothing! that word pays all," was the reply.

She then slipped her address into Mrs.Vane's hand, and, courtesying to all the company, she hastily left the room.
Sir Charles Pomander followed; but he was not quick enough.

She got a start, and purposely avoided him, and for three days neither the public nor private friends saw this poor woman's face.
Mr.and Mrs.Vane prepared to go also; but Mrs.Vane would thank good Mr.Triplet and Mrs.Triplet for their kindness to her.
Triplet the benevolent blushed, was confused and delighted; but suddenly, turning somewhat sorrowful, he said: "Mr.Vane, madam, made use of an expression which caused a momentary pang.

He called this a den of iniquity.

Now this is my studio! But never mind." Mr.Vane asked his pardon for so absurd an error, and the pair left Triplet in all the enjoyment which does come now and then to an honest man, whether this dirty little world will or not.
A coach was called and they went home to Bloomsbury.