"Thank you," I said, "but I can't take their money." We had to go through the farce.
In the little gate-house I met Mr.Bradlaugh, Mrs.Besant, and my wife.
Colonel Milman wished us good-bye, the gate opened, and a mighty shout broke from the huge crowd outside.

From all parts of London they had wended in the early morning to greet me, and there they stood in their thousands.

Yet I felt rather sad than elated.

The world was so full of wrong, though the hearts of those men and women beat so true! As our open carriage crawled through the dense crowd I saw men's lips twitching and women shedding tears.

They crowded round us, eager for a shake of the hand, a word, a look.