You must not be frightened,
Miss. Upon my honour and soul, I mean no mischief; do I, Lollipop? I call
him Lord Lollipop; it's only chaff, though; his name's Smith. Now, Lolly,
I vote we let the prisoners go, when we just introduce them to Mrs. Smith;
she's sitting in the carriage, and keeps Mr. S. here in precious good
order, I promise you. There's easy terms for you, eh, and we'll have a
glass o' curacoa round, and so part friends. Is it a bargain? Come!'
'Yes, Maud, we must go--wat matter?' whispered Madame vehemently.
'You shan't,' I said, instinctively terrified.
'You'll go with Ma'am, young 'un, won't you?' said Mr. Smith, as his
companion called him.
Madame was holding my arm, but I snatched it from her, and would have run;
the tall man, however, placed his arms round me and held me fast with an
affectation of playfulness, but his grip was hard enough to hurt me a good
deal. Being now thoroughly frightened, after an ineffectual struggle,
during which I heard Madame say, 'You fool, Maud, weel you come with me?
see wat you are doing,' I began to scream, shriek after shriek, which the
man attempted to drown with loud hooting, peals of laughter, forcing
his handkerchief against my mouth, while Madame continued to bawl her
exhortations to 'be quaite' in my ear.
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