Her visitor, puzzled, asked the old man what he meant.
"There's goin' to be a proceyshon through the noo groups," he replied, "an' the master can't stop 'em.

Th'ave throon down the wall; three yards of it is lyin' on Riverside Road.

An' there's a parson with 'em, and a flag.

An' him that lives in Sallust's hoos, he's there, hoddin''em on." "Thrown down the wall!" exclaimed Lady Brandon, scarlet with indignation and pale with apprehension by turns.

"What a disgraceful thing! Where are the police?
Chester, will you come with me and see what they are doing?
Sir Charles is no use.