"You'll know who was mad when you lie howling in hell fire.

And with you that----" And on he went again at poor Nell.
The great porter could endure no more.

With a seemingly gentle motion of his hand he thrust me aside, pushing me on to the bosom of a buxom flower-girl who, laughing boisterously, wound a pair of sturdy red arms round me.

Then he stepped forward, and seizing Phineas by the scruff of the neck shook him as a dog shakes a rat.

To what more violence he would have proceeded I do not know; for suddenly from above us, out of a window of the Cock and Pie, came a voice which sent a stir through my veins.
"Good people, good people," said the voice, "what with preaching and brawling, a body can get no sleep in the Lane.