The shouting crowd followed at a respectful distance.

In a small eating-house the Link encountered two men eating fried steak and onions.

They beheld him with indescribable emotion, glared for a moment and fled.

A girl coming in with a tureen of stew dropped the lot on the floor, threw her apron over her head, and fainted amongst the broken crockery and scattered viands.
For a moment the strange inebriate stood swaying over the prostrate girl, making a grave, drunken effort to grasp the situation, then the Italian proprietress came into the room humming a cheerful strain, and carrying a burden of fried sausages.

She beheld the horror, uttered a piercing scream, and dashed up the narrow stairs.