"Oh! Mr. Elliston," said I, shaking my head at him, as he stood at the carriage window.
"I only touched her just so," said Elliston, tapping me on the head.
"Just so!" repeated his fair antagonist, "why he has half kill'd me; here, watchman! watchman!"
The rattle was sprung, and behold Elliston and Livius surrounded by the guardians of the night.
What became of the coachman I know not; but, in about five minutes more, Elliston jumped into the carriage and ordered the footman to drive to Mr. Livius's Hotel in Dover Street.
"Where is Livius?" asked we all three in a breath.
"Gone to the watch-house," said Elliston, with the most perfect composure.
"How so?" asked George Lamb.
"What has he done?" inquired the young lady in a pet, declaring that no one had been to blame but Mr. Elliston; therefore she would not stir till Mr. Livius was safe.
"Nonsense, nonsense! fair lady. Let him use my name at the watch-house!"