Fly!" The slave flew, and, taking a short cut, caught and fastened on to the slow vehicle in the Strand.
"It is a house of rendezvous," said Sir Charles, half to himself, half to Mr.Vane.He repeated in triumph: "It is a house of rendezvous." He then, recovering his _sang-froid,_ and treating it all as a matter of course, explained that at 10, Hercules Buildings, was a fashionable shop, with entrances from two streets; that the best Indian scarfs and shawls were sold there, and that ladies kept their carriages waiting an immense time in the principal street, while they were supposed to be in the shop, or the show-room.

He then went on to say that he had only this morning heard that the intimacy between Mrs.Woffington and a Colonel Murthwaite, although publicly broken off for prudential reasons, was still clandestinely carried on.

She had, doubtless, slipped away to meet the colonel.
Mr.Vane turned pale.
"No! I will not suspect.

I will not dog her like a bloodhound," cried he.
"I will!" said Pomander.
"You! By what right ?" "The right of curiosity.

I will know whether it is you who are imposed on, or whether you are right, and all the world is deceived in this woman." He ran out; but, for all his speed, when he got into the street there was the jealous lover at his elbow.