"Now you know all that is known about the making of hemp and the reformation of morals," Daniel remarked, after they had darted out through a side exit and gotten into a stairway, where it was possible to hear and to breathe. There was a decent pause so that everyone could brush themselves off and blink debris from their eyes. "It astonishes me," Daniel reflected, "that men will see what we have just seen—and yet go out the next day to patronize a brothel. Personally I can imagine no scene less likely to stir amorous feelings in general, or an interest in prostitutes in particular—" but Johann harrumphed and Eliza glared. Caroline seemed to find the discourse interesting enough, but she’d been out-voted. "Very well, then, to the apartment of Miss Hannah Spates we go now. Do watch where you step," Daniel added, unnecessarily, as turds were plainly spread around all over the place.