But unluckily the rabble, which had come provided with a cart and gallows, a hangman, and a paunchy, red-faced fellow in canonicals, and which hitherto had busied itself with the mock execution, found leisure at this moment to look up at the window.

Catching sight of the object of their anger, they vented their rage in a roar of execration, so much louder than all that had gone before that it brought the sentence which Mr.Thomasson was uttering to a quavering end.

But the demonstration, far from intimidating Mr.Dunborough, provoked him to fury.

Turning from the sea of brandished hands and upturned faces, he strode to a table, and in a moment returned.

The window was open, he flung it wider, and stood erect, in full view of the mob.
The sight produced a momentary silence, of which he took advantage.
'Now, you tailors, begone!' he cried harshly.