Those round about us went on cursing Anastasius, who sat quite still, with quivering lips, as helpless as a rabbit.

The raven tore his way through the throng around the Englishman and came up to me excited and dishevelled.
"It is all your fault, Monsieur," he shrieked, "for introducing into the club a half-witted creature like that." "Yes, it's your fault," cried a low-browed, ugly fellow looking like a butcher in uneasy circumstances who stood next to me.

Suddenly the avalanche of indignation fell upon my head.

Angry, ugly men crowded round me and began to curse me instead of the dwarf.

Cries arose.