The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 188: what you’re looking at

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THE WITNESS 163 shame and pleasure to her cheeks. Giving her husband to understand that the prince proposed to pass the night with her, she hastened to her boudoir, pausing for a moment in the passage to intimate to Jessica that she would dispense with her services till the morning. But on entering the boudoir, on passing into that bower where the wax tapers burned upon the mantel and the air was warm and perfumed, the frail but beauteous Venetia was instantaneously clasped, not in the arms of the prince regent, as she had led her husband to suppose, but in the warm and impassioned embrace of Sir Douglas Huntingdon. It was therefore to a useful purpose that the baronet, through his intimacy with the prince, had learned the secret of the private entrances to Carlton House; and if he had now availed himself of one of them in order to seek the boudoir of the enchanting Venetia, it assuredly was not without her consent nor without a previous stipulation for so blissful a reward. COIMIGIOO SS (C(O)