A man with a foreign accent was shouting by the door of a neighbouring public-house, that he would not yield his hold of the collar of a struggling gentleman, till the villain had surrendered his child, whom he scandalously concealed from her parents.

A scuffle ensued, and the foreign voice was heard again: "Wat! wat you have de shame, you have de pluck, ah! to tell me you know not where she is, and you bring me a letter?
Ho!--you have de cheeks to tell me!" This highly effective pluralizing of their peculiar slang, brought a roar of applause from the crowd of Britons.
"Only a street row," said Mr.Pole, to calm Emilia.
"Will he be hurt ?" she cried.
"I see a couple of policemen handy," said Mr.Pole, and Emilia cowered down and clung to his hand as they drove from the place..