And then--there was Lancelot Vane.
Lancelot, she thought, must be anxious to know the result of her mission.

That result was not so encouraging as she had hoped.

True, Mr.
Gay had the precious tragedy in his pocket and had promised to read it, but his opinion of dramatists generally and his hints concerning Lancelot Vane's weakness had considerably damped her ardour.

In spite of this, she determined to get to London as quickly as possible and to hasten to Grub Street that same night.
"You can catch the Bath coach at Hounslow," said the housekeeper.

"It's but just gone five and the coach be timed to stop at the 'George' at six, but it's late more often than not." "And how far is it to Hounslow ?" "May be a couple o' miles or so, but it's a bit of a cross road--say two mile an' a half.