Lavinia tried to get away without notice, but the Bacchante's escort was too numerous, too aggressive, too closely packed.

They hoped for some fun after their own tastes.
"Mercy on me," muttered Gay apprehensively, "that impudent hussy, Sally Salisbury.

And drunk too.

This means trouble.

Dick," he whispered hurriedly to Leveridge, "you can use your fists if need be.