ABSTRACT
Mr Godfrey, in a resolute tone, called out to the coachman to stop, and not contented with a verbal mandate, he rushed before the horses, and brandishing a club he held in his hand, bid the driver proceed at his peril. ‘Drive on,’ said lord Martin, thrusting his head out at the window – ‘Drive on, and be damned to you!’ At this moment the pimp rode up. ‘It is nothing,’ said he, ‘but a poor gentleman, who has just forced his wife from the arms of a gallant.’ ‘Oh no!’ cried Delia. ‘I am not his wife. I am an innocent woman, whom he has forced from her father and her lover.’ /
