text:  And when they quarrel what a Babel of words and what a quakerism of hands! Instead of a round or two between the parties as it would be in our own pugnacious disagreements they merely when it comes to the worst push each other from side to side and shout lustily for the police; and squalling women and chattering men and ignorant country people and elegant mercers' apprentices and gay-mannered grocers hustle and scream and swear and lecture and threaten and bluster--but not a single blow! The guardian of the public peace appears and the combatants evanish into thin air; and in a few minutes after this dreadful _melee_ the violin strikes up a fresh waltz and all goes "gaily as a marriage-bell