'Where are your friends?'

'That's more than I can tell you.'

They laughed together.

'It's a miracle we've been able to meet,' said Crewe. 'I had to
thrash a fellow five minutes ago, and was precious near getting run
in. Shall we go the Tottenham Court Road way? Look out! You'd better
hold on to my arm. These big crossings are like whirlpools; you
might go round and round, and never get anywhere. Don't be afraid;
if any one runs up against you, I'll knock him down.'

'There wouldn't be room for him to fall,' said Nancy, wild with
merriment, as they swayed amid the uproar. For the first time she
understood how perilous such a crowd might be. A band of roisterers,
linked arm in arm, were trying to break up the orderly march of
thousands into a chaotic fight. The point for which Crewe made was
unattainable; just in front of him a woman began shrieking
hysterically; another fainted, and dropped into her neighbour's
arms.

'Don't get frightened!'

'Not I! I like it. It's good fun.'

'You're the right sort, you are. But we must get out of this. It's
worse than the pit-door on the first night of a pantomime. I must
hold you up; don't mind.'