They stopped by the corner of Waterhouse Square for ritual adoration of Roger's new lot, and to make sniping comments about Raleigh's house: that soon-to-be-o'ershadowed pile that Raleigh's architect had (it was speculated) blown out of his arse-hole during an attaque of the bloody phlux. The ladies made comments in a similar vein about the attire of the widow Mayflower Ham, who was descending from same, on her way to Whitehall, too.