'But here comes the landlord, and now out you go.

Ay, into the streets, mistress! Hoity-toity, that dirt like you should sit at tables! Go wash the dishes, slut!' There was not a waiter who saw the younger woman's shame who did not long to choke the viscountess.

As for the attorney, though he had vague fears of privilege before his eyes, and was clogged by the sex of the assailant, he could remain silent no longer.
'My lady,' he cried, in a tone of trembling desperation, 'you will--you will repent this! You don't know what you are doing.

I tell you that to-morrow--' 'What is this ?' said a quiet voice.

It was the landlord's; he spoke as he pushed his way through the group at the door.