_Lalage_." She took no notice of him; and he stopped, trying to compose his features, which were distorted by rage.

She walked on, turning into Glasshouse Street.
When she had gone twenty yards, she heard him striding behind her.
"If you wont stop and talk to me," he said, "I'll make you.

If anybody interferes with me I'll smash him into jelly.

It would serve you right if I did the same to you." He put his hand on her arm; and she instantly turned and struck him across the face, knocking off his hat.

He, who a moment before had been excited, red, and almost in tears, was appalled.