The things we do!

"Is that the cane you strike your
wife with, you ruffian!" Belsize seized and tore him out of the saddle,
flinging him screaming down on the pavement. The horse, rearing and
making way for himself, galloped down the clattering street; a hundred
people were round Sir Barnes in a moment.
The carriage which Belsize had ordered came round at this very juncture.
Amidst the crowd, shrinking, bustling, expostulating, threatening, who
pressed about him, he shouldered his way. Mr. Taplow, aghast, was one of
the hundred spectators of the scene.
"I am Lord Highgate," said Barnes's adversary. "If Sir Barnes Newcome
wants me, tell him I will send him word where he may hear of me." And
getting into the carriage, he told the driver to go "to the usual place."
Imagine the hubbub in the town, the conclaves at the inns, the talks in
the counting-houses, the commotion amongst the factory people, the
paragraphs in the Newcome papers, the bustle of surgeons and lawyers,
after this event.


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