His savage treatment chafed Mendoza as he viewed the unequal combat from the inn-window.

"Hold your hand!" he cried to this Goliath; "don't you see he's but a boy ?" "Down he goes again!" the bargeman cried, not heeding the interruption.
"Down he goes again: I likes wapping a lord!" "Coward!" shouted Mendoza; and to fling open the window amidst a shower of brickbats, to vault over the balcony, to slide down one of the pillars to the ground, was an instant's work.
At the next he stood before the enormous bargeman.
***** After the coroner's inquest, Mendoza gave ten thousand pounds to each of the bargeman's ten children, and it was thus his first acquaintance was formed with Lord Codlingsby.
But we are lingering on the threshold of the house in Holywell Street.
Let us go in.
III.
Godfrey and Rafael passed from the street into the outer shop of the old mansion in Holywell Street.

It was a masquerade warehouse to all appearance.

A dark-eyed damsel of the nation was standing at the dark and grimy counter, strewed with old feathers, old yellow hoots, old stage mantles, painted masks, blind and yet gazing at you with a look of sad death-like intelligence from the vacancy behind their sockets.
A medical student was trying one of the doublets of orange-tawny and silver, slashed with dirty light blue.

He was going to a masquerade that night.