At half-past nine on this Saturday evening, the parlour of the Salutation Inn, High Holborn, contained most of its customary visitors. […] In former days every tavern of repute kept such a room for its own select circle, a club, or society, of habitués, who met every evening, for a pipe and a cheerful glass.

Mr. Gibbs come in just now, said Mrs. Blewett, and left his ticket over the chimley. There 'tis. I haven't touched it.

Cake Nogat: This nogat may be made in moulds, or square pieces.

For him y is a unique number, like 7, but for the time being unknown — if one does the operation of 'plussing 4' one still has, as a result, a unique number even though one does not yet know what it is.