He remarked to Dartrey: 'And by the way, you're a clean stretch ahead of us.

I've seen you go by these windows, with the young lady on one side, and a rather pretty woman on the other too.' 'Nothing is unseen in this town!' Dartrey rejoined.
Strolling to his quarters along the breezy parade at night, he proposed to himself, that he would breathe an immediate caution to Nesta.

How had she come to know this Mrs.Marsett?
But he was more seriously thinking of what Colney Durance called 'The Mustard Plaster'; the satirist's phrase for warm relations with a married fair one: and Dartrey, clear of any design to have it at his breast, was beginning to take intimations of pricks and burns.

They are an almost positive cure of inflammatory internal conditions.

They were really hard on him, who had none to be cured.
The hour was nigh midnight.