"THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS OF MAKING LOVE" Rofflash was right.

He _had_ seen Lavinia enter the Old Bailey coffee house.

Hannah was sitting up expecting her--she had arranged as much with Lavinia--and she became terribly uneasy when midnight sounded from half a dozen church clocks and the girl still absent.
Hannah's bedroom overlooked the Old Bailey and now and again she leaned out of the window, her eyes towards Ludgate Hill.

Lavinia was bound to come in this direction.

Sure enough about half-past twelve Hannah caught sight of a cloaked figure stealing along in the centre of the roadway.
It was the safest way; the overhanging storeys and the sunk doorways offered lurking places for ill-conditioned fellows on the scent for mischief.