He collapsed upon it, and then, glancing to his right, was struck with palpitations by sight of the heaving back of a young woman over whose shoulder glared at him with hideous ferocity the face of a young man.
“Dear me, dear me,” said he; “nothing wrong, sir, I trust?”
“Go away!” roared my distracted George.
“Eh?” inquired the old gentleman, horribly startled.
“Go away! Go away!”
The fire of those baleful eyes, of that bellowing voice, struck terror into the aged heart. He clutched his stick.
“Oh dear, oh dear,” said he; hobbled away at a speed dangerous to his life and limbs to seek protection of a park-keeper.
The sobs grew longer, less hysterical: changed into long “ohs” of misery; died away.
“There, there,” said George, patting, dabbing. “There, there.”
With a final frantic sniff she recovered her self-possession.