They were to meet (not a very cheerful place for a love-tryst) at St.Margaret's churchyard, near Westminster Abbey.

Of this, no doubt, Cat was thinking; but what could she mean by whispering to Wood, "No, no! for God's sake, not tonight!" "She means we are to have no more liquor," said Wood to Mr.Hayes; who heard this sentence, and seemed rather alarmed.
"That's it,--no more liquor," said Catherine eagerly; "you have had enough to-night.

Go to bed, and lock your door, and sleep, Mr.Hayes." "But I say I've NOT had enough drink!" screamed Hayes; "I'm good for five bottles more, and wager I will drink them too." "Done, for a guinea!" said Wood.
"Done, and done!" said Billings.
"Be YOU quiet!" growled Hayes, scowling at the lad.

"I will drink what I please, and ask no counsel of yours." And he muttered some more curses against young Billings, which showed what his feelings were towards his wife's son; and which the latter, for a wonder, only received with a scornful smile, and a knowing look at Wood.
Well! the five extra bottles were brought, and drunk by Mr.Hayes; and seasoned by many songs from the recueil of Mr.Thomas d'Urfey and others.

The chief part of the talk and merriment was on Hayes's part; as, indeed, was natural,--for, while he drank bottle after bottle of wine, the other two gentlemen confined themselves to small beer,--both pleading illness as an excuse for their sobriety.
And now might we depict, with much accuracy, the course of Mr.Hayes's intoxication, as it rose from the merriment of the three-bottle point to the madness of the four--from the uproarious quarrelsomeness of the sixth bottle to the sickly stupidity of the seventh; but we are desirous of bringing this tale to a conclusion, and must pretermit all consideration of a subject so curious, so instructive, and so delightful.