Here there was noise enough.

Two men fighting, and three or four more encouraging, while a half-drunken woman tried to separate them.

From the inside, too, came a noise of singing, quarrelling, and swearing, such as made the Major cross the road, and take his way on the darker side of the street.
But when he got opposite the aforesaid public-house, he saw that it was called the "Nag's Head," and that it was kept by one J.Trotter.

"What an awful place to take that girl to!" said the Major.

"But there may be some private entrance, and a quiet part of the house set by for a hotel." Nevertheless, having looked well about him, he could see nothing of the sort, and perceived that he must storm the bar.
But he stood irresolute for a moment.