That woman has heard of my marriage with Miss Dripping." "Twenty thousand pound," ejaculated Trippet.
"She has been jealous, I tell you, and POISONED us.

She has put laudanum into the punch." "What, in MY punch ?" said Trippet, growing quite sober and losing his courage.

"O Lord! O Lord!" "Don't stand howling there, but run for a doctor; 'tis our only chance." And away ran Mr.Trippet, as if the deuce were at his heels.
The Count had forgotten his murderous intentions regarding his mistress, or had deferred them at least, under the consciousness of his own pressing danger.

And it must be said, in the praise of a man who had fought for and against Marlborough and Tallard, that his courage in this trying and novel predicament never for a moment deserted him, but that he showed the greatest daring, as well as ingenuity, in meeting and averting the danger.

He flew to the sideboard, where were the relics of a supper, and seizing the mustard and salt pots, and a bottle of oil, he emptied them all into a jug, into which he further poured a vast quantity of hot water.