But she vowed vengeance on the "squalling chit" sooner or later.
Meanwhile the object of Sally Salisbury's hoped for revenge was sitting in a dark corner of the coffee room of the Maiden Head tavern.

She felt terribly embarrassed and answered Bolingbroke's compliments in monosyllables.

He pressed her to take some wine but she refused.

To her great relief he did not trouble her with attentions.
Then Gay entering with Spiller and his butcher friends, and Leveridge, as soon as he could, approached her.
"Tell me, Polly,--my tongue refuses to say Lavinia--how you have offended that vulgar passionate woman ?" "I don't know.

Jealousy, I suppose.