"I saw, however, before he drew it up another person wrapped up in a man's scarlet cloak.
"'For God's sake, help--help!' cried out the person. 'For God's sake, help!'
"I ordered my coachman to stop.
"'Drive on!' said the gentleman, cursing his coachman. 'Drive on when I bid you I'
"'Help!' again cried she, but with a voice as if her mouth was half stopped.
"I called to my servants on horseback to stop the postilion of the other chariot; and I bid Sir Hargrave's coachman proceed at his peril. Then I alighted, and went round to the other side of the chariot.
"Again the lady endeavoured to cry out. I saw Sir Hargrave struggle to pull over her mouth a handkerchief, which was tied around her head. He swore outrageously.
"The moment she beheld me, she spread out both her hands--'For God's sake!'
"'Sir Hargrave Pollexfen,' said I, 'by the arms. You are engaged, I doubt, in a very bad affair.'
"'I am Sir Hargrave Pollexfen, and am carrying a fugitive wife.'