They fronted the advance of the procession.
They wanted to have a word with Lord Mackrell.

Not a bit of it--he won't listen, turns away; and one of the pair slips round him.

It's regular imploring: 'my lord! my lord!' O you naughty Surrey melodram villain of a Lord Mackrell! Listen to the young woman, you Mackrell, or you'll get Billingsgate! Here's Mr.
Jig-and-Reel behind here, says she's done him! By Gosh! What's up now?
One of the young ladies of the party ahead had rushed up to the young woman dodging to stand in Lord Mackrell's way.

The crowd pressed to see.
Kit Ines and his mate shouldered them off.

They performed an envelopment of the gentlemen and ladies, including the two young women.