"Drive fast—double fare—Reform!"
The Hansom rattled off, the mob uttered one more despairing yell, and, after a slight abortive effort, gave up the chase, and left the prowler to his repentance.
And he did repent of mixing with life "over the water,"—for Great Suffolk Street never saw him again.
CHAPTER VI.
"IN THE FULNESS OF THE HEART," ETC.
"Oh! Harriet, I am very sorry," burst forth Sidney, when the noise had died away, and Harriet Wesden, pale and silent, walked on by his side with her trembling hand upon his arm.
Harriet did not reply—her dignity had been outraged, and his defence had not greatly assisted her composure, though it had answered the purpose for which it was intended.
Sidney gulped down a lump in his throat, and glanced at the pretty, agitated face.
"You are offended with me—well, I deserve it. I'm a beast."