We'll find some other way to lay the spark by the heels and have the girl as well.
My advice is not to show yourself or you'll put him on his guard." Dorrimore, whose head was not particularly strong, had had a couple of bottles with his dinner to give him spirit for the enterprise, and he allowed himself to be persuaded.

He and Rofflash betook themselves to the coach which landed them at a tavern in St.James's Street, where Dorrimore drank and drank until he fell under the table and was carried out by a couple of waiters, put in a hackney coach and conveyed to his chambers in the Temple.
Rofflash left his patron at the tavern long before this period arrived.
He was on the search for Mistress Salisbury and knowing her haunts pretty well, he ran her to earth at a house of questionable repute in the neighbourhood of Charing Cross.

Sally had had more to drink than the bottle of Mountain port her soul had craved for and was inclined to be boisterous, but her temper was apt to be uncertain.

It was a toss up whether she laughed, cried or flew into a passion.

She was inclined to the first if she thought of her triumph over Lavinia and to the last when Lancelot Vane and her failure to seduce him from his allegiance came into her mind.
Sally often boasted she could win any man if she gave her mind to the task, but Vane had escaped her toils.