Lukyn.
[To Harris.] Let these ladies pass! [He takes Harris by the collar and flings him over to Vale, who throws him over towards the ladies, who push him away. Messiter puts a whistle to his mouth and blows; there is an immediate answer from without.] More of your fellows outside?
Messiter.
Yes, sir, at your service. Very sorry, gentlemen, but you and your party are in my custody.
Lukyn and Vale.
What?
Agatha Posket and Charlotte.
Oh!
Messiter.