It seemed to Lucy the voice of an old woman, crossed by other voices--rough, chiding voices of men.

Oh, were they ill-treating her?
The girl said hurriedly to the man beside her that she would dismount.
'No, no, signorina,' said the man, placidly, raising his hand.

'The signor will be here directly.

It happens often, often.' And almost at the same moment Manisty was beside her again, and the gruesome sounds above were dying away.
'Were you frightened ?' he said, with anxiety.

'There was no need.