She'd dance at her own funeral if she could.

And there's Charley Bridgenorth in the club balcony--I wonder what he finds to do in peace time ?--and old B---- talking to him.

What does Charley mean by letting himself be seen in the same balcony with that disreputable old fellow?
I hope he won't get his morals corrupted! Ah! So here we are! eh ?" He dismounted at the White Horse Cellar, and took a hasty dinner.

His great object was speed; and so he hardly allowed himself ten minutes to finish his pint of port before he started into the street, to pursue the errand on which he had come.
It was nearly nine o'clock, and he thought he would be able to reach his destination in ten minutes.

But it was otherwise ordered.