They took him up and conveyed him into a druggist's shop, the master of which practiced chirurgery.

He had to be sent for; and, before he could be found, Sir Charles recovered his reason, so much so, that when the chirurgeon approached with his fleam to bleed him, according to the practice of the day, the patient drew his sword, and assured the other he would let out every drop of blood in his body if he touched him.
He of the shorter but more lethal weapon hastily retreated.

Sir Charles flung a guinea on the counter, and mounting his horse rode him off rather faster than before this accident.
There was a dead silence! "I believe that gentleman to be the Devil!" said a thoughtful bystander.
The crowd (it was a century ago) assented _nem.

con._ Sir Charles, arrived in Bloomsbury Square, found that the whole party was assembled.

He therefore ordered his servant to parade before the door, and, if he saw Mrs.Vane's carriage enter the Square, to let him know, if possible, before she should reach the house.