There was a dreadful to-do.

It cost Jaffery five hundred pounds to mitigate the righteous wrath of the young man in the holly-bush, and save himself from a dungeon-cell.

The scrubby young man, who, it appeared, had been brought up in the fishmongering trade, used the five hundred pounds to set up for himself in Ealing, where very shortly afterwards Gwenny joined him, and that, save an enduring ashamedness on the part of Jaffery, was the end of the matter.
So, if Jaffery did lose his head over Doria, there might be the devil to pay.

We sighed and reconciled ourselves to his exile in Crim Tartary.
After all, it was his business in life to visit the dark places of the earth and keep the world informed of history in the making.

And it was a business which could not possibly be carried on in the most cunningly devised home that could be purchased at Harrod's Stores..