"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.'