"Go on, now.
Take your 'ook." The Englishman said nothing, but his jaw set ominously.

The girl giggled, delighted at being the centre of so much observation.

The band stopped playing, and the dancers crowded round.

Word was passed down that it was a "toff darncin' with Nugget's donah," and from various parts of the room black-coated duplicates of Nugget hurried swiftly to the scene.
The doorkeeper turned to Gordon.

"You 'd best get your mate out o' this," he said.