I'll join you presently," he whispered.
She thanked him with her eyes and vanished.

Gay turned to Spiller.
"You deserve a double benefit at Drury Lane, Jemmy, for what you did just now.

That wild cat was about to use her claws," said he.
"Aye, and her teeth too, Mr.Gay." "You'll need a mouthful of mountain port after that tussle.

And your friends as well, when they've disposed of Mistress Salisbury." The butchers had removed her out of harm's way.

Some of her lady friends and sympathisers had joined her; and a couple of young "bloods" who had come to see the fun of an execution, with money burning holes in their pockets, being captured, the party subsided into the "Bowl" where a bottle of wine washed away the remembrance of Sally Salisbury's grievance.