The estrade was invaded; everybody wished to shake hands with Mutimer.

Mr.Cullen tried to obtain Richard's attention to certain remarks of value; failing, he went off with a scowl.

Mr.Cowes attempted to button-hole the popular hero; finding Richard conversing with someone else at the same time, he turned away with a covert sneer.

The former of the two worthies had desired to insist upon every member of the Union becoming a teetotaller; the latter wished to say that he thought it would be well if a badge of temperance were henceforth worn by Unionists.

On turning away, each glanced at the clock and hurried his step.
In a certain dark street not very far from the lecture-room Mr.Cullen rose on tip-toe at the windows of a dull little public-house.