'To your hovels, and leave gentlemen to their wine, or it will be the worse for you.

Come, march! We have had enough of your fooling, and are tired of it.' The answer was a shout of 'Cain!' and 'Murderer!' One voice cried 'Ferrers!' and this caught the fancy of the crowd.

In a moment a hundred were crying, 'Ay, Ferrers! Come down, and we'll Ferrers you!' He stood a moment irresolute, glaring at them; then something struck and shattered a pane of the window beside him, and the fetid smell of a bad egg filled the room.

At the sound Mr.Thomasson uttered a cry and shrank farther into the darkness, while Lord Almeric rose hastily and looked about for a refuge.

But Mr.Dunborough did not flinch.
'D----n you, you rascals, you will have it, will you ?' he cried; and in the darkness a sharp click was heard.