It was then, the ache dulling in his fist that Harry realised he was not alone, or on the streets of Hackney where such a short-lived fight would hardly have caused a crowd to gather. He cursed to himself silently. "Forgive me, but I couldn't let such a brute continue to turn the air blue, could I?" Harry said, "And duelling is an illegal past-time." He added, glancing from Nell to the crowd.