“ Is that the way to talk to a lady, eh? Isn ’ t the street wide enough for two? Where ’ s your manners? ”
“ And who are you; and where are you shoving your elbow to? ” said the man, with a surpassing imprecation.
“ Come, come, ” said Cashel Byron, admonitorily. “ You ’ d better keep your mouth clean if you wish to keep your teeth inside it. Never you mind who I am. ”
Lydia, foreseeing an altercation, and alarmed by the threatening aspect of the man, attempted to hurry away and send a policeman to Cashel ’ s assistance. But, on turning, she discovered that a crowd had already gathered, and that she was in the novel position of a spectator in the inner ring at what promised to be a street fight. Her attention was recalled to the disputants by a violent demonstration on the part of her la
