The next morning--Tuesday, March 9th--there was a rush for the London papers.

Every copy that reached the Polterham vendors was snapped up within a few minutes of its arrival.

People who had no right of membership ran ravening to the Literary Institute and the Constitutional Literary Society, and peered over the shoulders of legitimate readers, on such a day as this unrebuked.

Mr.Chown's drapery establishment presented a strange spectacle.

For several hours it was thronged with sturdy Radicals eager to hear their eminent friend hold forth on the situation.