It took me very little time to reach the street, but it was long enough to bring my blood to fever-heat, as, closely followed by Tom, I rushed past John Lister, and fought my way through the yelling mob of ruffianly men and boys.
Before I could reach Hallett, though, I caught sight of a carriage farther up the street, and just then the noise and yelling ceased as if by magic, while my efforts to reach Hallett’s side became less arduous.
I, too, stopped short as I reached the inner edge of the ring which surrounded my friend, for there, richly dressed, and in strange opposition to the scene, was Miriam Carr, her veil thrown back, her handsome face white, and her large eyes flashing as she threw herself before Hallett.
“Cowards! wretches!” I heard her cry; and then, “Oh, help I help!”
For as, regardless of his state, she caught at Hallett, he reeled and seemed about to fall!
Then I was at his side.
“Don’t touch me!” he gasped, recovering himself and recoiling from the vision that seemed to have come between him and his persecutors. “Miss Carr, for heaven’s sake!—away from here!”
For answer she caught his hand in hers, and drew his befouled arm through her own.
“Come,” she said, as her eyes flashed with anger; “lean on me. They will not dare to treat a woman ill.”
“Antony,” cried Hallett hoarsely. “Miss Carr—take her away!”