My power has been taken from me, as you know.

Mrs.Verner is--" "A murrain light upon her!" scowled a man from the outskirts of the crowd.

"Why do she call _herself_ Mrs.Verner, and stick herself up for missis at Verner's Pride, if she is to take no notice on us?
Why do she leave us in the hands of Roy, to be--" Lionel had turned upon the man like lightning.
"Davies, how dare you presume so to speak of Mrs.Verner in my presence?
Mrs.Verner is not the source of your ills; you must look nearer to you, for that.

Mrs.Verner is aged and ailing; she cannot get out of doors to see into your grievances." At the moment of Lionel's turning to the man, he, Davies, had commenced to push his way towards Lionel.

This caused the crowd to sway, and Lionel's hat, which he held carelessly in his hand, having taken it off to wipe his heated brow, got knocked down.