Make up to a married woman, indeed.

No; I'm the last man in London to do that sort of thing." "Upon my word, Caudle, I think you are," said Fisher; "the very last man." And then poor Cradell was not happy.

On that afternoon he boldly went to Burton Crescent, and ate his dinner there.

Neither Mr nor Mrs Lupex were to be seen, nor were their names mentioned to him by Mrs Roper.

In the course of the evening he did pluck up courage to ask Miss Spruce where they were; but that ancient lady merely shook her head solemnly, and declared that she knew nothing about such goings on;--no, not she.
But what was John Eames to do as to that letter from Amelia Roper?
He felt that any answer to it would be very dangerous, and yet that he could not safely leave it unanswered.