You won't mind if I get lost in the crowd?
Barmby will be quite enough to take care of you.' 'You are going to meet her again, I suppose ?' Horace nodded.
'We had better agree on a rendezvous at a certain time.

I say, Barmby, just a moment; if any of us should get separated, we had better know where to meet, for coming home.' 'Oh, there's no fear of that.' 'All the same, it _might_ happen.

There'll be a tremendous crush, you know.

Suppose we say the place where the trams stop, south of Westminster Bridge, and the time a quarter to eleven ?' This was agreed upon.
At Camberwell Green they mingled with a confused rush of hilarious crowds, amid a clattering of cabs and omnibuses, a jingling of tram-car bells.

Public-houses sent forth their alcoholic odours upon the hot air.
Samuel Barmby, joyous in his protectorship of two young ladies, for he regarded Horace as a mere boy, bustled about them whilst they stood waiting for the arrival of the Westminster car.
'It'll have to be a gallant rush! You would rather be outside, wouldn't you, Miss.