Kit left his mate and ran to the young woman hitherto the quieter of the two.

He rattled at her.

But she had a tongue of her own and rattled it at him.
What did she say?
Merely to hear, for no other reason,' a peace-loving crowd of clerks and tradesmen, workmen and their girls, young aspirants to the professions, night-larks of different classes, both sexes, there in that place for simple entertainment, animated simply by the spirit of English humour, contracted, so closing upon the Mackrell party as to seem threatening to the most orderly and apprehensive member of it, who was the baronet, Sir Meeson Corby.
He was a man for the constables in town emergencies, and he shouted.
'Cock Robin crowing' provoked a jolly round of barking chaff.

The noise in a dense ring drew Fleetwood's temper.

He gave the word to Kit Ines, and immediately two men dropped; a dozen staggered unhit.