Diane Vorsack was a disaster waiting for a place to happen, with a heartily established dislike for the Beck clan. "It was given me by a man who was drinking t'other night with Blueskin at the Lion! and who, though he slouched his hat over his eyes, and muffled his chin in a handkerchief, must have been Jonathan Wild. The hope that had been suddenly kindled in the youth's bosom was as suddenly extinguished. ” “You what?” she repeated incredulously. ’ He held his hands out of the way, surrendering his chest for her assault. She seemed to have recovered herself as he returned, but rose as if she would go back to the saloon. Besides, you cannot visit people armed with a pistol in London, you know.