The group of trees and the leaden river were left behind, and the two young creatures, upon whom the shadows of Fate had successively so darkly fallen, moved into the open space, slowly pursuing the pathway leading towards the glaring lights of Oxford Street.
CHAPTER IV.—THE ASSAULT AND THE RESCUE.
Soph. Permit me, sir, to pass.
Con. Not till you hear of your good fortune, my dear. You have attracted, in one moment, what hundreds of your sex have twinkled their eyes for whole years in vain—my notice. I will bring you into the world myself; your fortune’s made.
Soph. Sir, this kind of conversation is new to me. I insist upon passing.
Con. When we fellows of superior class show ourselves, the women throw themselves at us; pick and choose is the way; and happy is she we deign to catch in our arms.
[Attempts to lay hold of her.