"Tut, tut, Joe!" I said, grasping his arm and laughing.

But the laugh was half a failure, and there was a suspicious moisture in my eyes, which I turned my face away to conceal.
During the day I had a last interview with Mr.Bradlaugh and Mrs.Besant at 63 Fleet Street.

Mr.Bradlaugh told me he could find no flaw in our Indictment, and his air was that of a man who sees no hope, but is reluctant to say so.

Mrs.Besant was full of quiet sympathy, proffering this and that kindness, and showing how much her heart was greater than her opportunity of assistance.
In the evening I attended the monthly Council meeting of the National Secular Society.

Mr.Ramsey was also present.