"Off, you wretches!" screamed Faustina, stamping at them.
"Hech! but she hae a temper o' her ain, the quean," said one.
"Ou, aye, just! It will be for sticking her lad under the ribs she is here," surmised another.
"Eh, sirs, how are the mighty fa'en!" exclaimed a third, as they closed around her, and began to closely examine her rich dress.
"Rabble! how dare you?" screamed Faustina, fiercely twitching herself away from them.
"Eh! the braw furs and silks! the town doesna often see the loike o' them," said the first speaker, lifting up the corner of the rich sable cloak.
"Wretch, let alone!" shrieked Faustina, stamping frantically.
The uproar brought Policeman Christie to the scene.
"Take me away from this place directly, you beast! How dare you bring me among such wretches?" screamed the poor creature.
"My lass, I hae na commission to remove you. I dinna ken what ye hae done to bring yoursel' here; but here ye maun bide till the morn," said Christie kindly and composedly.