When they rolled into the street, Carew discovered that he had hold of Charlie Gordon.
They sat up and looked at each other.

Then they made a simultaneous rush for the stairs, but the street door was slammed in their faces.

They kicked it violently, but without result, except that a mob of faces looked out of the first-floor window and hooted, and a bucket of water was emptied over them.

A crowd collected as if by magic, and the spectacle of two gentlemen in evening dress trying to kick in the door of a shilling dancing saloon afforded it unmitigated delight.
"'Ere's two toffs got done in all right," said one.
"What O! Won't she darnce with you ?" said another; and somebody from the back threw banana peel at them.
Charlie recovered his wits first.

The Englishman was fairly berserk with rage, and glared round on the bystanders as if he contemplated a rush among them.